“God, God has come to save us…”
The tear-choked words echoed at the entrance of the
…………
At the edge of the frozen pale mist, beside the quietly burning fire.
Klein, who had just finished another round of mushrooms, flicked the long iron skewer in his hand, looked up, and gazed in the direction of the deep pit described by
He then stretched out his right hand, gave a light pull, and dragged out the version of himself from a quarter of an hour ago.
After exchanging a glance, Klein’s main body vanished instantly, entering the Fog of History. He raced to the era before the First Epoch and sat atop the towering layers of the ancient metropolis.
His projection from the Historical Void stood up, snapped his fingers repeatedly, and amidst the surging crimson flames, flashed toward his destination.
Once the hill-turned-deep-pit was close at hand, Klein stopped. Cautiously extending his right palm again, he dragged out the past marionette, Qyunas Korg, from the void.
The facial muscles of this tough-guy-looking “Count of Fallen” rippled and rapidly transformed into another Gehrman Sparrow.
With one hand, he retrieved a lantern from the Fog of History, and with the other, he rubbed his temple, muttering softly:
“Why does the marionette have to change its appearance too?”
“There’s no one else here…”
“Mustn’t develop an OCD…”
A few seconds later, the marionette projection, holding the lantern emitting a dim yellow glow, walked step by step toward the nearby pit.
As the light flickered, Klein could see the target location clearly. It was actually not very deep—the difference between the bottom and the ground was no more than two meters. Of course, compared to the original hill, the change was indeed enormous.
Inside the “deep pit,” the soil was smooth, mixed with a few rocks. The surroundings were overgrown with mutated, twisted plants of indistinguishable types, looking mostly the same as elsewhere.
After observing for a while, Klein, who had quietly activated his “Spirit Vision” and “Spirit Body Thread” vision, slowly entered the “deep pit” and prepared to circle around every spot worth re-examining according to the planned route.
As he walked, his brow furrowed slightly, and he let out a soft “Eh?”
He noticed a certain sluggishness in his thoughts, yet it didn’t affect his thinking!
It felt like the state of just waking up after sleeping too long—a bit groggy, with less agile thoughts.
This is a state that can occasionally happen to anyone. Beyonders of other pathways might not notice it, but as a demigod of the “Seer” pathway, Klein could clearly sense the anomaly.
If it deepened further, it would be close to the reaction brought about by a “Puppet Master” manipulating the “Spirit Body Threads”… Was this the lingering influence of the Dark Demonic Wolf
Thinking for a moment, his main body, hidden in a historical pore from before the First Epoch, took four backward steps and chanted the incantation to enter the
He was going to perform a “divination”!
With a specific time and place, the descriptions from
It might not be sufficient, but it was barely enough for him to try. Moreover, if the event of the hill turning into a “deep pit” was indeed related to “Sefirah Castle” and himself, the probability of success would greatly improve, and the revelation would be very clear, free from interference.
Without hesitation, Klein, who had already considered the details, sat down on the “Fool’s” high-back chair, materialized a dark red fountain pen and a yellowish piece of parchment, and quickly wrote:
“The anomaly that occurred at this location on June 28, 1349 of the Fifth Epoch.”
Putting down the pen, Klein grabbed a handful of soil from the “deep pit” from the Fog of History as a medium for the divination.
Holding the soil in one hand and the parchment in the other, he leaned back in his chair, recited the divination statement seven times in a low voice, and then, through meditation, entered a slumber.
In the gray dream world, Klein saw the pale frozen mist, the tens-of-meters-high hill, and the twisted, mutated plants around it.
A few seconds later, the mist suddenly began to move noticeably, quickly “spitting out” a black shadow.
That shadow, like a huge piece of black velvet curtain, crazily absorbed all the surrounding light.
It became semi-transparent, growing larger and larger, and completely enveloped the hill.
The hill vanished, roots and all, leaving only a “deep pit” behind.
The strange plants at the edge of the “deep pit,” also covered by the curtain, suddenly had many thin, black, illusory “Spirit Body Threads” extending to different parts of the black “curtain.”
The “curtain” became more and more transparent, more and more ethereal, until it became invisible to the naked eye—if not for the “Spirit Body Threads” revealing the actual situation, Klein wouldn’t have noticed that the “curtain” was covering the surface of the “deep pit” like that.
The scene flickered, the dream twisted, and a new scene appeared.
A five-person patrol team from the
They stopped, and without hesitation, turned and left the area, not recklessly approaching to investigate.