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Having roughly learned what happened after his departure from Astolfo, Cavendish's expression turned somewhat grim.
Although he didn't know why that Attendant of Mysteries characteristic suddenly became active and so terrifying, even directly attracting that Evil God, it all meant he had lost the opportunity to obtain the Miracle Invoker characteristic.
Sighing, he then looked at the "Eye of Rusco" and the "Ring of Mysteries" floating out from the dark gold double-door.
Aside from the oracle telling him to sacrifice the "Eye of Rusco," Cavendish had received no other instructions, so he could only look uneasily at Astolfo and cautiously ask:
"Your Highness, does the Lord have any oracle? We…."
He stopped his sentence at the appropriate moment, waiting for this Ancient Bane's next instruction.
His scarlet eyes flickered, and Astolfo remained silent for a moment before a cold wind picked up, taking the two items, which were somewhat comparable to Sealed Artifacts of Grade 0, that had floated out from the Door of Sacrifice and Bestowal.
He stood on the mountain peak, turning his head to look at the other end of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, which was not covered by the curtain of shadows, where faint silver lightning occasionally illuminated the desolate plain, full of ravines and swallowed by eternal Darkness.
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Deep within the undulating mountain range, inside an ancient castle.
One by one, lively and spiritual giants, elves, and Vampires simultaneously stopped all their movements in an instant, their eyes becoming hollow and dull, their bodies floating upwards, suspended from the ceiling.
Transparent spirit threads emerged from the bodies of these puppets, dragging fragments of light that burst forth from the void, like countless transparent, wriggling insects, all entering the hall deep within the castle.
Crimson blood seeped from the strange symbol in the center of the hall, floating into mid-air on its own, constantly fissioning and combining with those light fragments.
In just two or three seconds, these "light fragments" coalesced into a single, massive ball of light.
The ball of light stretched and transformed, quickly outlining the huge body of the Demonic Wolf Kotar, covered in dark, short fur.
Revived in his true lair, Kotar then slightly moved his eyes, tilting his head slightly, seemingly seeing the sky-obscuring curtain of shadows through the endless Darkness.
The next second, he opened his mouth and let out a silent roar, immediately and instinctively beginning to sever all his connections with the outside world, preparing to abandon this place and transfer to another location.
Although he felt that the Attendant of Mysteries characteristic should be enough to attract the attention of those guys, under the premise of an unexpected situation, his experience told him not to hold any Luck mentality, retreat when necessary, and give up when necessary!
Just as Kotar began to prepare to clear the spirit threads of the puppets in the castle, the faces of those puppets suspended upside down from the ceiling almost simultaneously revealed eerie smiles, reaching into the void to retrieve monocles, placing them over their right eyes, and a teasing, mocking voice followed:
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
This terrifying scene instantly made Kotar's body tremble; he no longer had time to think about why Amon could discover this place, and he almost instinctively wanted to escape into the fog of history, to that hidden history only he knew.
And at this moment, the body of this Demonic Wolf suddenly collapsed, and spirit threads emerged, dragging those transparent, twisted worms that had split into countless pieces after the collapse.
The other end of those spirit threads were Amons, each wearing a monocle; after this brief moment of obstruction, more and more monocles appeared in the void.
Those monocles collectively reflected the same scene: two Demonic Wolves with vastly different body sizes. This was from an ancient history from the early budding years of the Second Epoch, and also the deepest memory of the Demonic Wolf Kotar.
This forgotten history, manipulated by Amon, collided to some extent with the current era, creating ripples that were difficult to describe as they formed corresponding historical gaps.
Such ripples spread along the fog of history, seemingly possessing a strong attractive force; as soon as spirit worms poked their heads out from the historical fragments, they were pulled and dragged by an invisible force, flying out from the occupied light spots and re-gathering in the dim hall.
Countless "Worms of Spirit" aggregated and pulled, merging into one, re-forming the body of the Demonic Wolf Kotar, and letting out an incredulous, despairing roar:
"You, you are his true body!"
With a smirk, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, raised his head, adjusted the monocle on his right eye, and applauded somewhat exaggeratedly:
"Congratulations on getting it right. Let me think about how I should reward you?"
"Hmm, why don't you become my avatar? This is your honor."
Kotar's re-condensed body showed a faint tendency to collapse again; after being unable to escape that control even by manifesting his complete Mythical Creature form, he roared even more despairingly:
"Impossible, how could you know…."
Looking at the frenzied Kotar, Amon clicked his tongue, and while stealing everything from this Demonic Wolf, he chuckled:
"Everything is relative, and there are always loopholes. No Beyonder ability is uncrackable or applicable in every situation."
"I forgot to tell you, I actually knew about that hidden historical fragment of yours at the end of the 4th Epoch, well, by your time, it should be 1670 years ago."
"Do you want to know who told me?"
His whites of the eyes completely receded, and his dark, deep pupils occupied his entire eyes; even though Kotar could no longer speak, the anger and hatred, as if solidified, no longer needed simple words to express.
Satisfied with admiring his own work, Amon's smile grew even more playful:
"After leaving the Forsaken Land of the Gods, that guy gave himself a new name, Antigonus. I think you should be more familiar with his other identity, your good brother, Flegrea's youngest son."
"Hmm, let me see, that resurrection you just used should be your last, right?"
"I've waited for over 1000 years, and though it's a bit regrettable, it's time to reel in the net."
As his words fell, the monocles scattered throughout the void immediately transformed into streams of light and surged into this "God of Wishes," parasitizing every Worm of Spirit and accelerating the theft of destiny.
A moment later, the transparent worms returned to calm, transforming once again into a giant Demonic Wolf. Unlike before, a monocle appeared on his right eye socket.
The Demonic Wolf Kotar used a thick claw to push the lower edge of the monocle, looking through the endless Darkness at the curtain of shadows, and smiled contentedly:
"It's time to enjoy the curtain call of this play…."
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