In the normal world, the attic of the cabin would be Uriel's bedroom. He knows every inch of space like his own fingers. No matter how the layout is changed, this place can always give him a sense of security...
...until a strange headless creature crawled out of the window.
This is a weird humanoid creature. First of all, it has a torso and complete limbs, and it even wears decent clothes: a black shirt, a leather half-armor, and a protruding shoulder armor. And, of course, those riding boots. Compared to the monsters and ghosts gathering downstairs, if it had a head on its neck, it would look just like the guards on the city wall - in other words, much more normal.
I must be dreaming, the apprentice decided. There must be some way for him to wake up and discover that the object of fear was just an illusion. Thinking about it carefully, it would be best if I woke up in a familiar home with the "Gospel of Gaia" pillow under my head. It's just that I fell too deep into the dream and I was trapped by my own fantasy.
He immediately did the only thing he could do: closed his eyes and prayed in his heart. But when he opened his eyes, he found that the headless man was already in front of him.
An indescribable but real fear grew in my heart, spreading through my veins like hoarfrost on glass. The apprentice forgot to breathe for a moment. He knew he should take action, but he didn't know what to do. At this critical moment, he couldn't think calmly at all.
However, when he was so frightened that his limbs became stiff and motionless, the headless man in front of him did not make any harmful move. Maybe it was looking at me, just without its eyes.
"Can you see me?"
The other party spoke. This is a man's voice, his words are clear and his tone is a bit like a foreigner. Uriel shook his head subconsciously.
As a result, the headless man leaned back slightly, as if he was worried about being hit in the head by his apprentice. What are you afraid of? The position of Uriel's head is just facing a ball of air...
…Maybe it’s not just air. Uriel suddenly noticed that the outline of the other person's shoulders fluctuated unsteadily, and his entire existence was suspicious.
He didn't have time to look more closely. "You can hear me," the headless man pointed out.
If he could go back in time, Uriel would pretend not to hear anything. After all, if I had done this at the station, maybe Debra and the train would have let me go. He doubted he would stumble upon his curiosity again. It's too late to regret now. "...It doesn't have to be serious."
The headless man didn't answer. Come to think of it, it doesn't seem to have a mouth to make sounds either. The apprentice glanced at the window sill behind the other party while thinking.
Just when Uriel was thinking about escaping, there were footsteps at the top of the stairs - I wouldn't be surprised if the person walking up had no feet - but it was the bar owner Eze who came up. Uriel swallowed his saliva and reminded aloud: "Mr. Haines, there is a headless man in front of me."
Eds Haynes looked relieved. "Sir Messenger?" He was sweating profusely from running up and down, but he didn't look very worried.
"You didn't go to the station," the headless man said.
Uriel saw the bar owner's cheek twitch.
"It's my fault, my lord."
"Did you see me?"
Eze took a deep breath: "I saw it, but not completely."
"So, my ring is broken."
"Please leave it to me, sir. There are no tools here, but maybe it can be repaired with magic words."
The headless man took the ring from his finger. A cold wind swept through the room, and the glass and floor were covered with a layer of white frost. Uriel felt that the back collar of his clothes was condensed on the bookcase, and the hot breath he exhaled was clearly visible in the air. Just for a moment, he felt numbness in his hands and feet, hair on his head, and even his blood circulation became stagnant. Am I back to the familiar Frost Moon?
But when the fog cleared, the silhouette of a headless man was revealed. He's not really brainless.
It was a young man with a pale face. His facial features were not lacking compared to others, with black hair, blue eyes, some northern features on the bridge of his nose and eyebrows, but the apprentice had never seen a northerner like him. He pursed his lips indifferently, his eyes filled with coldness. He wore a black and gray half-mail with fur trim and only one sleeve, and the left pauldron was twice as wide as the right. The shoulder armor is made of steel, with burrs on the edges, and a seven-pointed star is painted on the curved surface with red paint.
The skin of his right arm and hands was exposed, not tensed by the cold at all, and no blood vessels could even be seen. Uriel couldn't help but wonder if he was alive. To be honest, the man looked like a white plaster statue in a church, hard, uniform, erect and lifeless.
This is a strange creature that is different from ordinary people.
The "Icon" handed the ring to the bar owner, who shivered with cold as he took it with both hands. Thinking of Eze's previous attitude, Uriel finally understood why the other person was dressed as if he had just come out of the ice cellar. His own joints seemed to be embedded in cement. Not only was his whole body stiff, but his thoughts were almost at a standstill.
The young man glanced at him, his eyes suddenly appeared on the side, and then turned back abruptly.
And Eds Haynes held the ring, eyes wide. He looked like he was groping for size. Immediately afterwards, a faint light overflowed from the gaps between his fingers, and Uriel witnessed one after another strange characters being washed out of his palms by the light, flying up to the roof, circling in a circle, and then landing around Eze in sequence. He spread his fingers and the characters were pasted back one by one deftly.
The ring became gleaming and even jumped into the air, hovering in front of them. Uriel stared at it with wide eyes, hoping to see the thread that held both the thing and his common sense in place.
"My lord, there is nothing wrong with it."
The messenger grabbed the ring: "Sauron."
The runes flashed regularly. The "Icon" stretched out his hand and motioned the apprentice to step aside. Of course Uriel had no problem with it. He ran away and almost broke the glass.
Kakaka——
The frost forced the cracked glass together. The white lines on it moved strangely, forming a line of Common Language letters.
"The line of law is chaotic and the magic effect is weakened. It is recommended to stay away"
"The law is abnormal." Ezi looked around anxiously, unable to imagine what was happening near his bar. The chaos of the laws is no joke. Normally, such places are elemental territories, or lost territories of darkness.
But Fafrank Avenue is not a volcanic crater, so why is there chaos in the laws?
The messenger turned his attention to the apprentice again.
Uriel suddenly realized that their so-called chaos of laws might be related to the train that brought him to this world. He forgot about the cold for a moment and couldn't wait to speak: "It's that train - the floating cloud train that can penetrate the wall! You know it, right?"
"No." The messenger answered and then asked: "Where are you from?"
"Eastman's Kingdom...but it's in a world without mystery."
No mysterious creatures? Eze couldn't help but shake his head. Mysterious creatures are also part of the law, and the law is the cornerstone of the world. Without the law, there would be no world. Obviously, a world without mystery does not exist. Poor apprentice, he was probably frightened into talking nonsense.
The messenger stared at Uriel, and then looked away after a few seconds.
"Sir, please forgive him." The bar owner persuaded through gritted teeth, "He is just an ordinary person, he seems a little crazy."
"Icon" nodded and said nothing. But the apprentice looked up at him cautiously, always feeling that the attitude of this mysterious messenger who was favored by the Frost Moon was not normal. Maybe he believed me.
But why did he believe what I said?
