A faint silver glow receded into the darkness, the last of which lingered over the blurred outline of the stone statue. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The statue of the goddess that has stood in the depths of the earth for an unknown number of years cannot be described as "beautiful". It has a man's overly square jaw, thin lips tightly closed, deep lines carved into the sunken corners of the mouth, a straight nose, and eyes that bulge outward......

Rabeya's face.

Just as in the temple in the Sidney Basin, the faithful reverently carved out a huge statue of Nesses in Scott's face, the face of God in the ancient temple always resembles the face of one of the original saints. Although Rabaya may have preferred to think of herself as the head of the clan, her name has not been left in history...... Her traces have not been completely erased after all.

Throughout, Rabaia, the first human priest "chosen by God," kept a delicate distance from her deity. She prayed to her, sacrificed to her, built temples, but like a beast that had not yet been fully domesticated, she was always vigilant and vigilant...... Also maintain their dignity.

Such a proud woman would never like to be used as a tool...... Whether it's a tool of the gods, or a tool of the dragon.

Absolute darkness shrouded it, dispelled by another, more stable light.

Iss turned his head and narrowed his eyes.

The floating sand and dust slowly dispersed like a mist in the sun, and it seemed that it was no longer water, but still, transparent air. Isis felt like he was being encased in a huge bubble, with a dark idol behind him, the only light in front of him...... It may be an apparition of God.

A little girl, her long hair as white as snow in the water, occasionally trembled and flowed through the golden color under Is's fearless gaze. Her serene eyes were different shades of blue, sometimes like the glaciers of the snowy peaks of the Far North, sometimes like the inky blue of the sea, sometimes ...... Looks like Ed's deep blue eyes.

But her face and form were never indistinguishable or entirely determined, and Iss couldn't hear anything from her open and closed lips.

Her strength was weak. And...... Isis is not Ed after all.

The innocent guy has a soul as pure and forgiving as Lake Starnestle, as if it can contain all things, but Is's soul is an ice that is difficult to melt, even if it is completely transparent, it instinctively refuses to be invaded.

He was willing to stand here and face her instead of when she didn't exist, already because of the kind of aura in her...... It's like Christenburg, and the breath of Walla.

He didn't believe in God, but he couldn't help but hope that Vala still existed somewhere, somehow.

Between his hesitation and confusion, the light in front of him flickered and flickered, like a candle flame about to be extinguished, and finally, the girl laughed helplessly and stretched out her hand to his feet.

Iss bowed his head. The statue stands on a round pedestal, but it seems to be completely connected to the rock beneath the pedestal. Beneath the mud and sand, runes carved into the rock flowed one by one through the silver shimmer, surrounding the entire stone statue.

A low roar shattered the trance-like illusion. The girl's figure was quickly swallowed up by the churning sand. It only took a moment of distraction, and the turbulent water almost carried Isis away from the stone statue.

Isis reached out and grabbed the statue's right hand held flat in front of him, feeling a stronger and stronger vibration, as if something below was trying to overturn the statue and break free. The runes flickered rapidly, and the sound of a rock breaking startled Iss.

If the maze collapses...... You've been through a few dangers, and those idiots in the castle must know when to escape, right?

Without thinking, he pushed the idol hard. He didn't know what the girl wanted him to do...... But whatever was hidden at the idol's feet, it was clear that the remaining power here could no longer restrain it, and it was better to pull it out than let them tug at each other and collapse the labyrinth and let Krissburg smash it on his head.

After a moment of persistence, the idol slowly fell backwards - much easier than he had imagined.

The runes on the rocks flickered violently for the last time, and the bright light illuminated the bottom of the water for a moment, and in the midst of the chaos, Iss dived down without hesitation, grabbing the black, buzzing in the smooth obsidian in the circular pit beneath the idol.

The feeling of fish scales was smooth and cold, followed by a burning stinging pain. Iss jerked it out with all his might.

The shaking that had been getting stronger and stronger stopped instantly. Before Iss could breathe a sigh of relief, the idol he had knocked down slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

Blocked by the water, the sound was not really loud, but it seemed to hit the heart hard. Isis froze for a moment, kicked his leg hard, and floated upward, inexplicably a little flustered and guilty.

It was only when he climbed out of the pool that he realized that the shaking had not completely stopped. Even though the culprit has been held in his hands, as quietly as a dead fish...... The cracked rock let out a mournful groan under the weight, and with the crisp sound of cracking, countless cracks spread across the stone wall, like huge black cobwebs one after another.

Isis waved his hand and slapped it at the water. The water slammed up like a snake, crashing into the rocks, burrowing into every crevice, growing, changing, turning into solid ice that supported the rocks that were about to break.

The roar subdued and faded away. But this labyrinth ...... and the fate of the destruction of Kriesburg, has not changed. Unlike the legend, the ice created by the Ice Dragon will melt as well, unless he stays here forever and keeps tinkering...... That, of course, is impossible.

Isis shook his hair and wiped the water from his face in frustration, but the corners of his eyes suddenly flickered.

He looked up in amazement as the silky silver light swayed out of the water, drifting towards the cracks in the rocks, tangling between the ice and the gravel, weaving silver lines like runes and streams of water.

The labyrinth has probably never been so bright. The soft silver light flows between the transparent ice, reflecting a beautiful rainbow. Even after all the light faded and eventually disappeared completely, it remained brightly in Is's memory.

Isis sat in the darkness of the re-advent, a smile unconsciously raising into his lips.

Kriesburg will not fall. Perhaps because there was nothing left to protect, the ancient labyrinth used its last power to protect his home.

So...... He doesn't mind being used once in a while.

Isis held up the inconspicuous gadget in his hand, resisting the urge to wield it.

It was a sword—at least once a sword, though now all that remained was the hilt and the short section that remained at the end, as if it were ...... It's better not to wave around.

. (To be continued.) )