Cyra was halfway through his sentence when his gaze began to distort again. As if milk and blood were mixed together, the violent feeling of nausea made Syra's stomach twitch.

The weak, invisible python slowly tightened his throat, and Cyra felt her breathing begin to harden.

His eyes suddenly went black, his scalp exploded, his veins throbbed desperately, and the sharp noise of metal rubbing in his ears came.

"Give up? Give it up. Hopeless. It can't be changed. Nothing can be done......"

It's exactly the same as your own voice, but it's more seductive. A voice of confusion sounded in Cyra's heart.

Pitch-black flames burned in Cyra's heart. The sound of hatred whispered in his ears.

It was like a whisper of the devil, but it was more like the apocalypse that Suze's prophets believed in.

In the dark, cold vision, Cyra faintly saw a faint yellow flame levitating in front of her eyes.

It was something far more sacred and greater than Tyre. Even though Cyra could only see a vague silhouette, he could clearly realize that it was a great being who was far more suitable for the title of "god" than Tyre.

In the frosty silence, a silent word echoed in Cyra's ears with overlapping echoes: "You should regain hope." ”

Just by feeling the presence of the silhouette, Cyra could only tremble with fear, unable to respond at all.

His spirit suddenly began to slump, and the great fear made his pupils shrink to the extreme in an instant, and beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and shattering to the ground.

Without waiting for Cyra to respond, the vague silhouette continued, "You know you should give up. You know that what you are holding on to is not right! You know your twist – it's you who is wrong, not the world! ”

“…… No. I never felt like I was wrong. ”

Cyra closed her eyes. The voice was indifferent: "I was right." No doubt. ”

"What if your will is contrary to the will of all men?"

"Well, then, they must all be wrong."

Cyra replied in a sonorous voice. Look directly at the dusk-colored flames in front of you.

After a brief moment of silence, a burst of laughter bordering ecstatic erupted around him. The laughter tore through Cyrah's gut and pierced his heart. A voice more provocative than the rumbling thunder shouted in approval: "-Well said! Come to me! Cyra! ”

"Come to me—the righteous! Pure! The one who does not retreat! Come to me - you will be the first sheep! ”

Louder and louder voices rang out behind Cylla. As the giant roared, the dome began to crumble, and the huge eyeballs slowly pressed down from the outside, and the sky was bruised, spreading crimson blood. The pressure grew stronger and the ground began to rumble, cracking in all directions, and pus and blood were squeezed out of it. A large pupil large enough to take in the entire world emerges from the sky, looking down at Cyra from above. In that eyeball. Countless pairs of pure white snakes with dim eyes frantically flocked to Cyra, but their movements were blocked by the membrane on the outside of the eyeballs, and their movements pulled the eyeballs almost deformed and trembled slightly.

Just being watched, Cyra felt her abilities begin to improve rapidly. A premonition that he was evolving into something great slowly came to Cylla's mind. He knew in his heart that it was the ascension of the essence of life, the blessing of the Creator - the dim yellow lines appeared from his eyeballs, quickly dyeing the entire eye socket a dim yellow, and then began to spread throughout his body.

"—but I refuse."

With the icy voice of Cyra, it sounded. The dim yellow that spread throughout his body instantly stiffened.

With her eyes closed, she listened to her instincts, and shouted and cursed, "I am who I am - I am who I am!" I am not the spokesperson for anyone, any god, any being. If anything, I'm my own spokesperson. I'm my own pastor! ”

"Are you going to forsake your God? Are you going to abandon Tyre? ”

"So what-"

As Cyra's nightmare opened his eyes, an invisible force pushed the dim yellow magic patterns all over his body and quickly retreated. As if going back in time, the dim yellow lines were squeezed back into Cyra's eye sockets again.

The voice behind him was not furious. No discouragement, no giving up. He just chuckled. There was a loud rumbling sound like thunder: "Interesting. So, let me see. Cyra. How far can you go—"

He didn't hear the second half of his words. After he slowly opened his eyes, the illusion around him disappeared in an instant. He realized that he was in the dungeon again.

However, at this time, Cyra's pupils were no longer clear blue, but turned into a pure blue color comparable to the purest emerald.

Only then did Cyra realize that the illusion that was so long just now didn't even reach a second in reality. But Cylla's body was no longer as weak as it had been. A whole new power filled his soul.

But looking at the sinners who were looking at them worriedly, Cyra, who had finally calmed down, was silent at this time.

…… Wait a minute...... What did I just say?

"I ...... What exactly is ......?"

However, just as Cyra was in a state of self-confusion, the dungeon door opened again. The decadent warden came down at the door.

His hair was messy and covered in grease. His eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched, and his whole body was almost trembling.

"Look at it. Our great warden is here again. ”

Cyra raised her head coldly, and looked condescendingly at the slightly clumsy warden with her holy blue pupils.

He didn't even notice that his voice was mixed with all the arrogance of the past. Not only him, but all the prisoners ignored this very coincidentally.

With Cyra's docile personality, this would have never happened.

This time, however, the warden did not raise his foot and kick Cyrah in the stomach, nor did he utter more vulgar swear words to Cyra with operatic emphasis, nor did he demonstratively dance the iron whip and curse Cyra and all the prisoners.

His gaze was tired and blank. It's as if the soul has been brutally destroyed, and all strength has been lost.

He stood in front of Cyra's cell, or rather the cage, and stared straight at Cyra.

"Ah...... You little thief, liar, heretic who deserves to go to hell......"

He said in a hoarse voice full of unwillingness: "...... You're free. You are exonerated. ”

After a brief silence, a tsunami of cheers rang from the dungeon.

It's as if they had saved a saint. Moved by this miracle, the prisoners wept and fell to their knees and shouted praises to him by chanting the name of Tyre.

But no one noticed, except for Cyra, who didn't say anything. (To be continued.) )