In a room with drawn curtains, dim candlelight flickered softly.
A robed figure sat behind a small table on which a crystal ball was placed.
The hood was pulled low, casting a large shadow that only revealed half of a pale face at the bottom, with lips of the same pallor slowly moving, solemnly proclaiming in an extremely certain tone:
"Day and night intertwine, the lost kingdom will reappear here. All seas shall hear, endless treasure or endless sin. The pale entity in the well opens thousands of eyes, the final king drinks the blood of the sacrificed. The hermit returns, the devil departs..."
Then, silence filled the room.
Within the phrasing laden with metaphors, immense secrets seemed to be hidden between the lines, but even after racking one's brains and pondering deeply, nothing was ultimately gained.
However.
Whoosh—
The curtains were suddenly pulled open, and the noontime July sunlight filled the entire room, instantly dispelling the eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
