,!
"Kill who?" Uriel muttered.
The messenger didn't answer. His figure disappeared in the moonlight and appeared behind him like a ghost. Uriel knew that he had no time to react, but his hands and feet suddenly became very light, and the air lost its resistance. All materials in the surrounding environment conveyed obedient power, driving him to lift the rune sword.
There was a clang, like the sound of a bell. This moment is midnight tonight. The zero point of destiny.
The sword lay horizontally in front of him, blocking the bone-like blade. The runes continued to disintegrate and reorganize. Uriel gritted his teeth and opened the "key".
"No!" he pleaded.
The messenger seemed unaware. Sword after sword, the Bible collided with the oath, tearing the sacred text into pieces. After his true identity was exposed, he struck without reservation. The apprentice had to retreat and shouted to Larson: "Run!"
The professor of the astronomy room looked at him deeply and then chanted a spell. In the ruins behind him, a red door gradually emerged, and there seemed to be blood seeping out from the hinges. He is about to open the door...
Uriel heard a chuckle, and the pressure on his hands weakened.
"Come to me." Someone's voice. Familiar voice.
Under the moonlight, dark red water droplets gradually overflowed from the torn marks on the floor, dripping and quickly forming a small water network, trickling continuously. In the blink of an eye, these waterways surged in series, like dense blood vessels, covering most of the room.
Larsen's expression changed. He suddenly pulled his hand and saw the red door turned into a pool of blood, silently falling on the floor, filling the deepest cracks.
It's really you. "Parsur?" Uriel asked in a sleepy tone.
The flames in the messenger's eyes dimmed, replaced by the gentle gaze of the Blue Saint. She took one step and stepped out of the tall armor, only half a yard away from the apprentice. The full moon hung high above the silently surging dark waves, and the window grilles cut the reflection into pieces. Parsul reached out his hand, his unarmored fingers resting on his sword.
She didn't use any force, but Uriel felt that his hand was extremely strong. He couldn't help but slowly put down the sword, for fear that the rune would cut her...even if it was just a phantom.
"This is not training, Uriel." She said softly, "You will get hurt."
The apprentice froze in place. He recalled the shocking aspect in the drawing room, the ghostly figure appearing in the thundering night rain. Her hugs and touches, those words full of emotion and comfort...it turned out that they were not dreams.
No wonder Qiao Yin didn't ask about Parsuer at all, they were always together.
"Don't be afraid." She smiled, "I'm real."
"I...we have met several times." Uriel said incoherently, "Do you recognize me? I thought those were my imagination, hallucinations, and side effects of the Bible. I simply..."
"We have known each other in our dreams." Parsul leaned closer to him. The divine text passed through her body harmlessly this time, but Uriel could feel the warmth of her arms. "That was not just Qiao Yin's dream, it was also my dream. That's why the Black Knight had two anchor points, which allowed him to deceive your eyes." She blinked deliberately. "I always want to go home, to Saint-Valloin... the Forest of Blue. There is an ash tree there that I planted when I received the Saint's wreath. It is taller than the one in the garden of Mortus. Tall, I can see it in my dreams.”
"Then...the one in the dream...is you?"
"Yes, dear." Parsul hugged him again. The messenger watched silently as the apprentice leaned forward awkwardly and grasped her shoulders.
The feeling of being hugged by someone was familiar to Uriel, but it was different for Parsur. He suddenly lost all his will, mystery, fire, magic... everything fell off like decayed armor. He seemed naked and had just been born into this world, and as the first greeter in the world, she was accepting him with joy and hope.
Uriel remembered that when he was an apprentice at the Yotsuba Monastery, he and his companions were waiting in the yard. Someone was waiting for a blacksmith, tailor, groom, or cook to arrive, and they left with them. Someone was waiting for a long letter and chose to stay in the church and become a nun. Several boys waited to see the wordless stone monument erected on the back wall, where they had peed when they were younger. The cries of these children at that time made everyone feel pity. However, there were only a few companions with clear origins, and like most people, the apprentice didn't expect anything.
It wasn't his fault, it was just that something was off. It turns out that she and Qiao Yin have been in Knox, the other world, so no one came to see me. Uriel understood. When he stepped on the train, he was not leaving his hometown, but returning home. It was he who found them.
"You should have told me earlier." Uriel said dullly, "Why did you hide it from me?"
"Many concerns. Many, many." Parsul sighed, "Outside the Kingdom of God, it is difficult for me to come forward in person. Fortunately, there are some things that do not need to be said, and we all know it well."
Uriel looked at her hurt.
She smiled sheepishly. "To be honest, I'm also a little, uh, probably scared. What if you don't agree? The gods have shaped you, how can I treat their masterpieces as personal gifts?" She continued to exert herself, even standing on tiptoes. . Their cheeks touch each other. "But you are. My dear, I know that you are the gift of fate, the child that we never got in this life...if you are willing."
"If I want?" Uriel trembled. He tried his best to restrain himself, but his body refused to obey him. Something seemed to break out of the ground in his heart and keep growing - then he saw bright red lines spreading on the floor.
...It felt like cold water was pouring from head to toe. Uriel's throat went dry, and the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them out. He pushed her away gently. "You...what do you want me to do?"
"Without you, home is incomplete." Parsul let go of his arms, still staring at him. "Dear Uriel, come with us and never separate. I have never been a mother. Maybe I have no talent, but we can always be happy. We and you, we can give everything to you. My dear , my dear! Trust me. Come to me. Together we can build our ideal, the Kingdom of Heaven for all. I love you and we need you."
She held out her hand to him.
I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time. Uriel closed his eyes. More than ten years ago, he prayed to Gaia and wanted to know his origins. Even when he was looking for Aiken, the child of Manai, he couldn't help but think about his mother. Who is she? What is it like? Does she love me? Will you miss me? Does she really exist? When only the last of these questions has an answer, it arouses more terrifying suspicions, triggers more heartbreaking questions, and makes fantasy become frightening.
So when Manai prayed, he vowed to find answers to other questions for her, for Aiken, and for himself.
Now Uriel no longer has to look for it. He was never alone.
"No." He said, "Not now." More turbulent emotions overwhelmed him, and the apprentice couldn't help but wipe his face in embarrassment. "It shouldn't be now."
"Uril..."
"You want to kill him, right?" He asked in a low voice, "The prophet is dead, and Mr. Larson is not a prophet, but you want to kill him. What about Roma? And you can show up in the Kingdom of God, but in the outside world I Saw you, Parsur, through a rite of passage? A divine descent? Did you interfere with Rama's ritual? What did you do to her?"
Parsur sighed and made no reply.
"I can't do this." Uriel tried his best to restrain himself. "I can't, Parsur, I can't hurt them." Even for you. "You have killed the prophet. I never thought...he helped me. Please, stop, don't use this method. Ms. Helen is going crazy."
"Have you thought about our mood when you came here without permission? Don't you want to see us?"
"I was wrong." Uriel knelt down, as if all the strength in his body had left him. "I was wrong, but this is different." Tears welled up in his eyes. "Larson and Helen are still alive, but you are dead."
Parsur trembled.
After a brief silence, she turned around. The messenger looked at her expressionlessly. "Okay," Parsur said, "I can't do it. You win."
Qiao Yin didn't respond.
She slowly walked back to him, her outline gradually thinning and dispersing in the moonlight. A cluster of blue firelight lit up in the messenger's eyes, and Parsul suddenly stretched out his hand and passed through his cheek. She raised her head, "Do you regret it, my knight?"
"You talk too much." The messenger raised his sword, passed her last silhouette, and walked towards his former colleagues.
Until Uriel stood in front of him. The instructor looked at him with a stern look, as if asking: Are you ready? Is your sword sharp? Is your faith strong enough to protect your soul?
No. Uriel was in a dream. No. No. It wasn't Qiao Yin who spoke, it was the church... the monastery church in Yotsuba City. clang. clang. clang. After the bell tolled, the monk asked, Are you ready, young boy? Are you ready to devote the rest of your life to your faith? Now, ready men, take up your swords!
He obeys instinctively...
The first sword fell head-on, the cold light flickering in the pool of blood, smashing open the runes like a hammer. The second sword was strange and ethereal, biting the flesh gently, leaving irregular circular wounds. The third sword burst out with a short and tiny hum, like an insect flapping its wings, burrowing into the soul fire and turning into a bright light. Only the remaining ash brushed his face with burning pain.
Uriel felt like he was in a school field. Sword light and fire light shine together, ice and fire, steel and runes. In the blink of an eye, the outcome is decided. There was only a broken blade left in his hand, unable to protect his body. The blade of the sword passed by, and blood overflowed from the intersecting cracks in the flesh. Then the heat drained away, and the cold air poured in, penetrating the bone marrow.
But the injuries were not fatal. "Spiritual vision" shows the trajectory of the weapon. They are like the path extended by the possibility of fate, laid out in front of you in an orderly manner. Uriel knew his opponent completely and knew how to resist every move. It's a pity that the oath is not as sharp as the Bible after all, and his speed is too slow.
"That's enough!" Larson said, "Stop it, Uriel. This will make me feel like a despicable person. You go, you are fired. This matter has nothing to do with you anymore."
The messenger gave the weapon one last tug, shattering the remaining rune into pieces. Dots of golden light fell on the floor covered with dark red water nets. Uriel escaped from the bone sword and got a moment of respite. The opponent waited quietly for his response.
"I will not be a deserter again, Your Excellency." The apprentice used magic to treat the injury, and the bleeding soon stopped. "Tell him. The Tower will not cooperate with the School of Silence. You promise. Tell him."
Larson clenched his fists. "I originally only considered victory, secret societies, and alliances of order... Even if I reject the wizard, what will happen? Uriel, there has never been a war started for one person in this world, and no one can stop the war that has been started. . I can't guarantee it! I can only say that I will appease the assembly, and I can do my best to fulfill this promise, but... I am not a prophet after all."
The prophet died in an assassination, and you want to avenge him. Uriel could read Larson's eyes. In the end, he stopped trying.
The professor in the astronomy room stared at the messenger. "Your Majesty the Prophet has not treated you badly."
"He is our enemy," the Black Knight pointed out calmly.
"He gave you everything you deserved, took you in, gave you the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, gave you the Ring of Night Whisper, and even made you his heir... Why? Because you are the Nameless One? Because he chose me in the end ?”
Qiao Yin glanced at the body in the corner. "No need to thank me, you got promoted."
"He trusted you and that's why he let you enter the kingdom of God. This place was supposed to be absolutely safe. No one could find the kingdom of the saint, and no one could hurt him here. But he let you in!"
"Yes." The messenger snorted, "He is seeking his own death."
"You cheated on him."
A strange look passed through the messenger's eyes. "I fulfilled him."
It's hard to say whether Lord "Eye of Iron" would be offended by these few words. Of course, everyone is familiar with ridicule and provocation, but now the mentor who cultivated him has died of betrayal, and the murderer is still aggressive and does not intend to stop. Seeing this, even Gaia, who is famous for her kindness, will be annoyed. Uriel couldn't help but distract Larson, worried that he would act impulsively.
Thank God the professor didn't lose his mind. The gap between the two sides lies here, and the astrologer cannot be the opponent of the foreign minister. Maybe the messenger was simply waiting for him to rush forward.
The dangerous silence lasted for a few seconds, and it seemed to Uriel that ten thousand years had passed. "I don't blame you, undead." Larson said in a low voice, "You have your position. We are undoubtedly enemies, and you have no choice."
The messenger narrowed his eyes.
"But you are not the winner, Lord of the Undead. Order is the foundation of Knox. The Nameless One, Gavash and the Abyss are all just characters on the stage. Sooner or later they will step down. So what if you have the upper hand? Only the living have a future, only the majority can make a voice, and only the victors of history can write history.”
The great astrologer continued in an unquestionable tone: "Without the prophet, Cloyin Tower will fall into chaos, but the Silent School will not. Now the wizard can come to the headquarters and take away the secret ritual of the observation deck. This is all thanks to Given by you. The zero point has passed. If the King of the Nameless One is really dead, it means that Byrne is now exposed to the mysterious realm. The 'Second Truth' Bernard Sturt who possesses two secret rituals Lin will probably activate them immediately. Who will be the target? Gavash? Byrne? Even Blumnot? It doesn't matter, you will see the magic light of doom coming before your eyes, and everything you protect will be destroyed. "
A chill crept up my spine. Uriel remembered the rumor. The "Second Truth" once plotted to steal the tower's observation deck in order to threaten every corner of Knox with the secret weapon "Aether Abyss". When Sauron the Ring told him this, the apprentice was not surprised at all. In Qiao Yin's dream, Bernard Sterling is such a person. His status as a saint fueled his ambition, but it did not improve his virtue. Why didn't I think of this!
The messenger thought of it. He was unmoved: "It's impossible for Sterling to repair things damaged by the blood curse. I can turn it into pieces at any time."
"I should have known that it was no coincidence that you were at the observation deck in the middle of the night! You and the wizard had the same purpose, both for the secret ceremony." When mentioning this matter, Larsen's mouth twitched. "No wonder you were so decisive."
Uriel felt like he was surviving a disaster. The "Aether Abyss" is a real sharp blade hanging over Byrne's head, and it may fall at any time. At midnight, the lingering shadow of the king has dissipated... No. I can't think about it anymore. The prophet is dead! Which side am I on?
The White Envoy's betrayal dealt a huge blow to the tower, but as the undead lord, Qiao Yin completed the task almost perfectly. He single-handedly turned the tide of the war, Uriel thought. Victory may not be certain yet, but some breathing time is already precious to the Association. However, the association could have continued to hide. The apprentice still does not understand why Qiao Yin sealed the king and found another way to save the association. Is it because of Parsur? still……
But no matter what, he felt a little comforted by the news that his compatriots were safe. Until Larsen spoke: "There is no prophet, and Byrne's position has been exposed. We have already found Gavash, which is the safe area you prepared, but it is also doomed. The key is." He narrowed his eyes. "Without a king, you can't keep the devil's association. Not to mention the two saints who are still alive, the Seven Pillars will never coexist peacefully with the devil. Otherwise, the policies of this thousand years, the accumulated hatred, and the fruits of victory that are about to be obtained - —Isn’t it all a joke?”
The messenger responded with a heavy sword strike. Uriel raised his sword in agony to block it, feeling the pain of losing strength in his limbs.
"No one will love you." Larsen's tone was cold. "No one will recognize you or accept you. The only thing waiting for you is the fire. Secret societies are gathering places for demons, and the people inside are demon vessels who only believe in their own race. Sooner or later you will disown your relatives and go on a killing spree, and even if that day has not yet come, you are already doing it. Every move you make proves it. You cannot rule by murder and terrorism alone, Lord of the Undead , even for the association, they need you, but they will love others, do not do dirty work, have a positive image, and be affable, such as the original king. They will end up blaming you for killing him because you are not worthy of their support . Damn it, why do you think Demosis chose me? You look like a killer, not like a king."
"Supporters can only follow the wind." The undead picked up the Bible with one hand, and the bone sword tore apart the divine text. Uriel took a dangerous step back before being split into two. "They're useless."
"There will always be people who oppose you," Larson declared. "You will have enemies all over the world and no allies. Besides, it is easy to kill me, but it is difficult to kill everyone who opposes you. There will always be someone to take over. .Listen, devil, a secret society can never be the eighth mystical fulcrum. You are not my kind."
Youyan jumped slightly. "That's right. The two sides can never coexist. There is no need for a mysterious fulcrum in this world." The messenger told them, "The order of the mysterious realm is built on the remains of the empire, on lies and alien flesh. This damn tower should have been overdue long ago. Collapse! Do you think this is the end? Do you think that order has sacrificed a lot for being forced to give up hunting demons?"
Uriel shuddered.
Qiao Yin stared at the great astrologer with his inhuman features. The moonlight outside the window fell like a waterfall. In the room, the blood vessel-like water network was beating like a breath, as if sucking the life force of the world.
He hates them. Uriel realized. The Prophet, Larson, the Fateful Assembly, the Seven Pivots, would never be his. He betrayed the Silver Song Knights, betrayed the faith in his heart, and became the soul of the dead wandering in the world of death for thousands of years. In the apprentice's eyes, the outline of the White Envoy gradually overlaps with the phantom of the ancestors. He came back from the dead to realize his ideals.
"Not enough." Qiao Yin's voice seemed to come from hell. "The Tower is the first, Bernard Sterling and his disgusting School of Silence will be the second, the Holy Council of Radiance, the Oath Keepers, Faf Tanner, the Ashen Temple, and the Holy Valoran." Violent flames burned in his eyes. "Go to hell, all die, and join me. Since the two sides cannot coexist, let the order disappear. This is the destination of the mysterious realm. On the corpse of the Fulcrum, there is a new life, a new world, and new things. Right It is not good for those who live under the rule of order, but the nameless ones will call it heaven.”
The young man suddenly glanced at the apprentice, "You can do it too, Uriel. You come to establish, for your compatriots, your faith. You are not me, you will open up new possibilities."
Will I? Uriel didn't know. "Of course he won't," Larson said, "because he, like me, is not a nameless one. Without going through the fire ceremony, the followers of Ain will have misunderstandings due to similar manifestations of the talent of the nameless one. Uriel is The order life is not your kind."
All thinking stopped. The apprentice froze on the spot, his mind going blank.
Larsen looked at him sympathetically. "The fire ceremony has begun a long time ago. From the moment you step into the tower today, we will be able to identify your fire. Otherwise, fools can avoid a specific point in time... Indeed, demon associations have ways to avoid detection. , I think your mentor must have prepared it for you, but he doesn’t understand the Ain Talented One...Only the Saint knows this secret. "Spiritual Vision" has proved your identity, Uriel. You and I You are the same kind as the prophet, not the nameless one. Fundamentally, you and the undead are not the same person."
Uriel's heart was beating wildly. This can't be true. I am a fellow member of the association and I feel them. The demon lord is right in front of him, and in the touch of fire, he is as bright and blazing as a bonfire on a winter night, surpassing all order life... At this moment, there is only one thing that can prove the truth of this statement. The apprentice gently touched his eyebrows.
"The Word Arouses"
A string of divine words came to mind.
'Song of Fire, Chords of Winter
The cage that you think you have is indestructible'
This is the curse of secret societies. The curse that the Nameless One uses to hide himself. Witek Shazo, who works in the Public Security Bureau, Danlao's northern mercenary, and "Button" Gunther, who joins the association, are all protected by the magic spell and can freely enter and leave the city of order. Uriel was convinced that he had never pledged allegiance to the demon lord, nor had he agreed to join the Order - which he had planned to do, but insisted on returning to the tower to resign.
Yet he has the magic of the secret society in his soul. Now that it's over, there's no need to say whose hand it was.
"Absolute Directive"
Divine magic seeps into the magical shackles, dissolving the magic within the fire, and the mysterious effect is lifted. In Uriel's perception, Qiao Yin's fire disappeared. He could no longer feel the connection between the Nameless Ones, nor could he detect their emotions. He seemed to have fallen into a dark void isolated from the world, with only "spiritual vision" as his eyes.
The answer is obvious.
Gods. Uriel lowered his hand without saying a word. There had been enough horror tonight, and he wouldn't lose his composure over it again. It doesn't matter. he told himself. Even if I wasn't a nameless person, what the Seven Pivot Points did was still unbearable. I acted according to the teachings of the Goddess.
Yet the other person's reaction is more important. He looked at his mentor rather uneasily, his intestines seemed to be twisted into a ball. He had a premonition that something was about to happen, that something was on the verge of exploding. It’s not mystery, it’s intuition. Uriel doesn’t understand Qiao Yin’s secret, but he understands his temper.
The messenger was as quiet as a stone coffin, caught off guard by the news. Larsen returned a guilty look to Uriel. You have nothing to apologize to me, Your Excellency, if you do this next... there is nothing Uriel can do about it.
"You want to eradicate the roots, destroy the Seven Fulcrums and Order Life, and kill every potential threat that may become a prophet." Larsen's voice became very soft, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to bypass our Knight of Proverbs. Make your decision, Lord. He is your only apprentice, and there is no one better than you in the tower."
After a sword strike that neither gravity nor resistance could hold back, Uriel staggered and barely avoided the heavy sword strike. The messenger's attacks became more and more severe, and his anger was obvious as the sword blades intertwined.
"Once the devil wins, according to your plan, there will be no place for orderly life in this world." The professor of the astronomy room continued to state. "In fact, you have done too many wrong things to keep secrets. Some truths cannot be hidden. You want to be perfect, but there is no such thing as a good thing in the world."
chill. Uriel could only feel this. The blue flames were beating violently, and Qiao Yin's gaze could almost freeze everything he touched. "Which side will you choose?" he asked, "Order or the Nameless Ones? Are you my apprentice or the priest of Gaia?"
You won't like my answer. "Mortals." Uriel said sadly, "There is no end to the fighting, Qiao Yin. I support you in fighting for your own power, but whoever wants to completely wipe out the other group... is impossible. Extermination is crazy. , atrocities. The example of Winnie Watts is right in front of you! Please don’t do it.”
"'You'?" the messenger repeated.
Uriel felt a little guilty. He didn't know where this feeling came from. The young man looked at him with disappointment, his eyes hurting all over his body. "Promise me and let me choose..."
"Very good." A cluster of ice gradually grew in the hands of the instructor, eventually becoming another crystal clear "key". "Dead men change their minds," he declared.
What follows is double the pressure. There was only one exchange of blows, and the golden sword in Uriel's hand came out of his hand, turning into a point of light and dissipating in mid-air. He hit the wall uncontrollably, his hands and feet stiff and covered with a layer of frost. The messenger waved his hand again, and the ice sword flashed past, and his entire arm lost consciousness.
Uriel was panting like a bellows and couldn't get up, let alone reforge his sword. His will was exhausted, and the Scroll of Oath no longer responded to him. There's no way I can beat him, he thought.
The messenger stepped on his chest, and then struck him with a sword. The apprentice turned his body slightly, and the ice sword penetrated his ribs and internal organs, and was nailed to the ground. He felt no pain, only endless coldness, and he breathed in hissingly.
The "Bible" was held high, the young man made a move, and the sharp edge brushed Uriel's ear. Larsen tried his best to control magic, but failed in the face of absolute mystery. After Parsur came, the prophet's kingdom became an ordinary mysterious place.
It's the aftermath again. The messenger's murderous intention was real. He was so angry that he finally made up his mind to turn us into resurrected undead. Uriel didn't have time to think too much when a strange sound came from behind him.
Undead. corpse. His mind buzzed for a moment, and he realized something, but his upper body was pinned to the ground by the ice sword and he couldn't move at all. That sword. Resurrection of the dead. His magic power refused to obey him.
The sound gradually became clearer, and Uriel could imagine a frail old man getting up from the ground, struggling to approach Larson with fatal injuries on his chest and throat. "Behind!" the apprentice reminded. But he knew it was too late, no one thought to guard against the body.
A black shadow fell over him. Uriel heard a painful groan and suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave. In front of him, Qiao Yin waved the "key" and was about to slit his throat...
This time he didn't miss. Uriel opened his eyes and saw the sharp blade cutting across his throat, and the next second his body and head were separated. And at the last second of his life, the apprentice caught a glimpse of a bright light.
...a bit of metal shards scattered on his face. Runes were scattered everywhere, and this time they were not illusory divine runes. They fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound, and were engulfed in dark red.
Uriel instinctively reached out and grabbed a fragment. radian. He trembled and touched the pattern on it. Delicate and soft magic text, carved by the master alchemist himself, is a symbol of the members of the assembly. No. Please do not. He felt the handwriting formed by white frost, like a snowflake slowly melting in the palm of his hand.
"..."
This isn't fair. The apprentice groped numbly for more fragments. It shouldn't be like this. What did you say, Sauron? I really can't see clearly.
"..."
"...Don't let yourself regret it, Master." Uriel read this sentence.
The messenger shrank his hand. In his eyes, the blue fire was shaking violently. Suddenly, who did he think of? A dead family in the attic of Mortus? Bogart and Rego? The forest race under the iron heel, aiding the massacre? Or are they the two imperial emperors who once swore allegiance, the prophets of Cloyin Tower for two thousand years? Or maybe it's the Blue Saint Parsul who sleeps in the sea of ice...
There is too much past, and memories are an endless road. Dark smoke rose from the armor, and dense cracks crawled onto the messenger's face.
...The mystery is out of control. The body fell to the ground and was pushed away by Larson. In panic, he once again set off the tide of gravity, the space twisted and spiraled, and the black knight's figure was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.
This time, the undead made no resistance.
Uriel pulled out the ice sword from his chest. After a brief moment of pain, an invisible force drove him to get up and concentrate on looking for the fragments of the ring on the floor. He scooped up the bloody metal and tried to piece it back together.
I don’t know how long I have been looking for it, but the Broken Moon fell and the light of dawn penetrated the night. In the prophet's room, the water flow and the blood network disappeared, and a red door stood behind him, with the edges just ajar.
"..."
