"Do you know how they praise you?" The girl wearing a dress as blue as the sky said cheerfully, "You have the soul of A major, but with all the temptation of a minor key."
"No, it's not A major, it's C major." Agnes heard the calm voice of the boy who still had a clear child's voice, "Only a calm enough sea surface can highlight every natural wave."
Then everything in front of him was annihilated in gray and black, leaving only the phantom of pure white seeds, and a faint brilliance flashed on the surface.
"I understand this ritual," the boy, who is now a teenager, still has a voice as clear as a child's. "Everything used in the ritual will be lost and never returned."
"What will we lose in this ceremony?" The girl's figure looked much thinner, and her cheeks had an unhealthy flush on the pale background.
"Our memories, our lives, our strength, our desires, our existence..." The boy's voice was still calm, but he paused in the middle, and then continued, "Everything we have thing."
"Then what can we get?" The girl looked like a flame that was about to burn out. Her whole body looked shaky, but there was a twisted and ferocious pleading in her eyes.
"We can add our own colors to Him," the young man said, "It's like adding a leap."
The girl was slightly surprised by the boy's metaphor, but then she became completely calm. "I think there is nothing worth hesitating about. This is all we have..."
Everything in front of him was once again annihilated in gray and black, and the gray and black faded away like a tide, following the phantom of pure white seeds in front of him, disappearing into an unknown place.
Agnes felt as if her body was being torn apart, but her soul seemed to be slowly sinking in some unknown place with a sense of satisfaction. The phantom of pure white seeds in front of her eyes was also sinking little by little.
She saw a color that seemed both pure white and completely lightless darkness, and the phantom of the pure white seeds dissolved in that color until it completely disappeared.
"Maybe we succeeded, but maybe we also failed." In the flames, the body of the young man in exaggerated clothes and bright makeup also disappeared little by little in the gray and black. His sight seemed to be looking at somewhere through the heavy firelight. He seemed to be looking at the countess who was in a room far away, and he seemed to be looking at Agnes who was watching him.
“He will only choose what He wants to receive, no matter what.”
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The blazing white flame turned bright red little by little, taking on a dangerous color.
It was hard to tell whether the splashing liquid was blood. Perhaps they could only be called the last remnants of something that had once been alive.
The almost whisper-like buzzing had a somewhat weird distortion, it sounded like a radio station with poor signal, it seemed to be conveying some secret information, and it seemed to be just a simple meaningless noise.
The surrounding cold seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the whiteness spread along every climbable place.
"Do you feel..." Anderson fell to the side and rolled several times to avoid the whistling attacks, "He seems to have become stupid..."
"It really started to come down to pure instinct..."
Edwina said in her mouth, but did not look at Anderson at all. Her eyes reflected Spasnerecki's appearance. Her light blue eyes looked extremely pure, as if the morning light was born from them, and there were large swaths of them. Burn marks emerged from the shriveled skin of the torso, looking like charcoal, and Edwina's face also turned pale at the same time.
Not far away, Okefa also uttered words in ancient Hermetic language from his mouth almost at the same time:
"Plenty!"
After Okefa threw the spell in his hand, his face turned white almost instantly, and at Spasnerecki's feet, the seeds left there at an unknown time grew crazily, piercing into the limbs of the person with shriveled skin, and overlapping them, killing him. Fixed in place.
"Beautiful!" Anderson's eyes lit up, flames emerged all over his body, and finally a blazing white flame spear condensed from his hand.
The blazing white light and shadow accurately hit the charcoal-like burn mark, and fine cracks emerged from where the tip was concentrated. Then, the charred black fell off piece by piece, revealing the hollow underneath.
In the hollow, thick but indescribable colors flowed along the dry and withered pipes. At the place where they started, the swelling shrank and shrank like a gourd, exuding as if A putrid smell that penetrates the soul.
The blazing white flames still managed to penetrate the swollen body that shrank and shrank like a gourd, and then extinguished after leaving a burned hole in the dry and saggy cavity wall behind.
And those thick but indescribable colors flowed more quickly after a moment of vacancy, and everything Spasnerecki still owned seemed to disappear quickly, whether it was the dry and saggy skin or the rotten wood. like bones.
The swelling never stopped shrinking like a gourd, and even seemed to swell more after the sticky colors flowed through. The rancid smell that penetrated the soul was almost dizzying, and the buzzing sound became louder and louder. It gradually sounded like a harsh scream, or some kind of inhuman roar.
"What is this?" The flame on Anderson's body has not been extinguished, and it is even more powerful at this moment.
"Something forcibly put together..."
The sound carried the white frost, and the snowflakes falling in the air adhered to the contraction like a gourd, completely stagnating the flowing viscous color.
In everyone's eyes, those indescribable viscous colors completely disintegrated and faded after stagnation, leaving only the color of dawn.
"In the final season, they will return to everything they originally expected."
The white frost completely faded away in the next moment. Agnes looked at the flowers with traces of decay that completely disappeared from her field of vision, and looked away.
"So..." The blazing white flame spear in Anderson's hand poked at something with the color of dawn, which looked like a heart and a melon, "This is... The extraordinary properties of Spasnerecki? This is really..."
The flame on his body in his hand went out, and he made a "tsk" sound in his mouth, with a mocking tone and expression, but he looked away.
"Are you awake, our 'living corpse' expert?" Anderson looked around, and finally moved his gaze to Agnes, who still carried the aura of Senhan in her body. "Is the problem solved?"
"Solved," Agnes looked at Anderson and raised her eyebrows.
"But maybe it's a bigger problem for people who are still alive."
