Amidst the undoubtedly authoritative voice, the illusory arms reaching out from both sides of the ancient silver mirror, tightly embracing Klein, trembled violently. The mirror surface instantly became dim, as if it had sunk to the lightless bottom of the water.
The yellowish-gray mist flashed and vanished, and a deep gully gradually appeared. A vast and heavy building, constructed layer by layer with "grayish-white" material, continuously magnified in the mirror, until only a void remained, encompassing all colors and possibilities, both illusory and real.
Klein, who was closest to Arrodes, suddenly changed his expression, as if he heard a silent cry from the mirror. An indescribable chilling sensation swept through his Spirit Body. The feeling that every "Worm of Spirit" would give birth to a new consciousness made him uncontrollably want to reverse his steps and return to Sefirah Castle.
As the crisp snap of fingers echoed, this space was isolated by order, independent from the darkness outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Aaron raised his hand and pressed it against Arrodes's surface. After the historical projection swayed for a few seconds, the chilling sensation spreading from the mirror also dissipated.
Having no time to deal with Arrodes, Aaron immediately looked at the solemn-faced Cavendish. Even if this historical projection was only at Sequence 1 level, it was not something Klein, whose Scholar of Yore potion had not been completely digested, could sustain for a long time. Even drawing spirituality from his past self could only extend the time.
Cavendish immediately pulled out the historical projection of the "Crown of Stars," and in his mind, he visualized the grayish-white complex of buildings that Arrodes had presented. The dazzling starlight illuminated this abandoned city-state.
His perception of the surroundings blurred for a moment. Klein lowered his head to look at the silent magic mirror in his palm, watching as pale Loen characters shakily formed one by one on the mirror surface:
"Great, supreme, noble Master, your humble, lowly, and fearful servant Arrodes begs your forgiveness. I, I truly couldn't control myself just now…."
Klein, burdened by the spiritual consumption, twitched the corner of his mouth, resisting the urge to throw the mirror away. He vigilantly scanned his surroundings, astonished to find that the original city-state had been replaced by an endless wilderness permeated with yellowish-gray mist. The grayish-white buildings in the distance flickered in and out of view under the lightning that occasionally pierced the darkness.
Clearly feeling the terrifying curse contained within the mist, Klein cautiously moved a few steps closer to Aaron, taking the opportunity to examine the terrifying and grotesque giant head in his hand.
"This is the head of Giant King Aurmir…"
Aaron casually introduced it, then immediately loosened the seal, allowing the remaining mad will within the head to merge with the yellowish-gray mist. Without any psychological burden, he softly chanted the Evernight Goddess's honorific name.
"Chanting the Goddess's honorific name in the Forsaken Land of the Gods shouldn't elicit a response, right…"
Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, his danger intuition, enhanced by Sefirah Castle, immediately fed back an image:
A rotten, greenish-black giant palm abruptly reached out from the yellowish-gray mist and slammed down!
The dense aura of decay tore through everything around it, and it also allowed Klein, who had dodged in advance using his premonition of danger, to clearly see the identity of the attacker—a giant corpse that had long since rotted and died.
"The youngest son of Giant King Aurmir, the brother of the God of Combat, Badheil, the 'God of Dawn'!"
Meeting Klein's questioning gaze, Aaron nodded and explained, a slight curve on his lips.
Badheil, known as the "God of Dawn," stiffened in place after instinctively attacking. His exaggerated vertical eyes still showed no signs of life, and the yellowish-gray curse mist continuously emanated from his body.
But unlike before, countless nearly illusory black tubes had appeared on his back, extending endlessly into the distance, connecting to the deep darkness.
"Maintain your spirituality!"
After cautioning Klein, Aaron completely lifted the seal on Aurmir's head. The Ancient Sun God's curse remaining on Badheil, the "God of Dawn," and Aurmir's residual will fiercely collided.
Maintaining the historical projection of the "Crown of Stars," Cavendish, now holding a Card of Blasphemy, continuously stretched out his arm, finally dragging a figure out of the historical void.
He had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, two highly recognizable small mustaches, and wore a dark red overcoat with rusted gold threads. It was none other than the former Emperor of Intis, Roselle Gustav from the "Knowledge Emperor" era!
Leveraging Cavendish's connection with the Nation of Disorder, Roselle, whose consciousness had descended into the projection, looked around, his gaze focusing on Klein, who was staring at him with undisguised surprise. He laughed heartily:
"This should be our first official meeting. You've already collected quite a few of my diaries, so I presume I don't need to introduce myself."
As he spoke, Roselle's movements in his hands did not stop. As a high-level being who had transitioned from Sequence 2 of the Artisan Pathway to the adjacent Sequence 1 Knowledge Emperor, he simultaneously possessed the authority to imbue knowledge with power and the abilities of an angel-level Artisan. He was also the only being, apart from the God of Steam and Machinery, who could truly make perfect use of Aurmir's head and the remains of Badheil, the "God of Dawn."
The fluctuations of angel-level power could not be concealed. As it concerned the preparation for his own apotheosis ritual, after receiving the Evernight Goddess's response through the Death pathway Uniqueness, Aaron had been constantly wary of a possible sneak attack from Amon's avatar, ready to use a decree to prohibit all forms of theft at any time. But until Roselle completely refined those two remains, the anticipated interference never occurred.
Taking the greenish-black bone sword, radiating endless death and decay, from Roselle's hand, Cavendish's arm immediately turned greenish-black, and distorted Worms of Spirit fell from the cracking wounds.
Daring not to hesitate any longer, enduring the stinging pain in his Spirit Body, Cavendish quickly set up a simple ritual and sacrificed this bone sword to the Nation of Disorder.
Having handed the task of revealing the true nature of the world to Roselle, who was full of desire to complain and had a rare chance to return to reality, Aaron sensed the changes in the surrounding order and abruptly looked towards Chernobyl.
At the top of the grayish-white building, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, indifferently pinched his monocle. His lips moved, and his flat voice, ignoring distance, echoed directly in Aaron's ears:
"Don't forget the deal that Lunatic made, that Worm of Time characteristic…"
He paused, then, as if sensing something, he slightly tilted his head. The monocle immediately reflected the void shrouded in grayish-white mist. Those historical fogs, symbolizing the First Epoch and even more ancient times, were illuminated at this moment!
"It's a pity that Card of Blasphemy was returned to that Lunatic by that idiot Medici…"
Glancing at Klein, who had completely digested the Scholar of Yore potion, Amon, whose avatar only possessed a Sequence 2 rank, did not attempt to make a move. After a slightly regretful chuckle, he slowly descended and disappeared into the grayish-white buildings.