Mark's voice trembled as he spoke, fully aware of the imprisonment that awaited him, and carefully uttered every precious syllable.

"You see, when Henry went to save his precious 'Lily Bird,' I was mad with grief. Nothing is more important to me than my sister. We are all orphans: I am her brother, her mentor and guardian. She is the reason I served you in the first place. When we managed to save the Brisbane Defence, I enrolled her in the Officer Cadet Program. It was supposed to be safe, and the children there were all from prestigious families and were talented. They were supposed to run the milk and were spoiled during the two-year mandatory service period. Then Jane can go with me to the intelligence department. I can take care of her - the war will end, and we can settle anywhere on the frontier. ”

"Then Noosa's head came out and all my dreams were shattered. ”

He looked at his companions coldly.

"It's an ordinary story. I know that there were thousands of people like us during that time. Mages and savages, grieving together. Why drama? What made my sister's death so special? I knew it stinked the moment it happened, because I knew Elizabeth!"

Mark tapped him on the head.

A telepathic bond. Common thoughts. Mass messaging. Once you've been banging someone's head long enough, they'll rub a little bit on you. As soon as I heard the news, I became suspicious of her. That woman is kind of crazy. None of you believe me—not lovely, naïve Elizabeth! Her blue eyes are not! Or is it out of respect for Henry? We owe him so much: we owe him so much for our position, our wealth, our influence, right? We can't object! No bite!"

His voice was raised an octave, and Mark was now short of breath, his excitement dispelling the calm and calm Mark they knew.

The others listened without saying a word.

Gwen and Debra shook each other's hands. So many skeletons were resurrected from the dead. So many monsters writhing in the dark and serene water. She almost wanted to say that it was enough. No, it won't. The Fall of Elizabeth. Children who have lost their owners. Mark's sister: What's going to happen at the end of the tunnel? She remembered the old adage. People who fight monsters should be careful not to turn into monsters, because if you stare into the abyss for a long time, the abyss will also stare at you.

Mark went on to say, spitting everywhere and his blood pouring out.

"Oh, I know. I knew what was underneath that sweet face. There's hunger there! I feel it! It's inhuman, it's primitive, it's terrible. She's not a man eater by nature, but now she's going to eat men!

"Mark!" Agnes shouted at him, her face filled with unease and frustration. "Enough!"

"Enough?!" Mark yelled at her. A mysterious inscription opens underneath him. "I'm satisfied, that's enough!"

Gunther moves between Mark and them. Mark doesn't care, he continues his composite casting. Weave spell after spell into this relic of the dead.

"Astral Projection!"

"A bigger image!"

His face turned pale and he paused. The negative energy pouring into his body through the ball of death was draining his life force.

"Communicate with the dead!"

A hallucination begins to transform into a girl in the space between them.

"Oh my God, Jane......" Agnes covered his mouth. Mark ...... What did you do?!

Oh Mark, that's your sister ......"

Gunther bit her chin angrily, barely able to contain her anger, her brow furrowed. This old friend of his master was too much. It's time to put him down.

"Mr. Chandler," he said in an absolutely authoritative tone. "Necromancers and cultivators whose souls are imprisoned". You are evicted from the tower and quarantined. I suggest that you stop your magic at once and live in peace with me. ”

The paladin raised a hand. Give him one more second and Mark Chandler will lose his limbs and wake up into a world of extreme pain. A person who dabbles in witchcraft enters a stagnant cell until the day he dies a natural death, never seeing a human face again.

"Stand back, Gunther," Henry ordered. The radiant mage looked at his master for a moment before walking away. "Let's see how Mark is ...... himself And what Elizabeth thinks. ”

The Dark Elves have now coalesced into a solid figure. Jane's audience could see her speaking, even though her voice came half a second later, incoherent and hollow.

Mark ...... Where am I? It hurts! It hurts so much! Give me back, give me back ......."

"Jane," Mark began. "Jane, we're running out of time...... Tell them how you died. ”

"Dead...... I'm dead......" Jane said, her face blurred. Suddenly, she shouted, it was a guttural sound, and the banshee's screams came and went, sliding the ice off their spines. This is not a cry that exists on a physical level, because no air particles are filtered or moved. Rather, it is a voice that reverberates in their souls, full of malice and fear.

"Murdered! I was murdered!"

"Show me," Mark commanded in a demonic voice tainted by the filth of the Deathly Hallows. He stuck a finger between his eyes.

The Third Eye: The constellation of the soothsayer's astral vision.

"Come in and show me... Show them..."

Jane was admiring Elizabeth's tailor-made dress uniform when a sudden jolt shook the building, tilting tables and scattering refreshments and cupcakes. Outside, the whistle sounded. The speaker system in the restaurant lobby also began to scream.

'Week, Week'

A long whistle means that the base is about to be attacked.

Jane's eyes widened in horror. She looked at Elizabeth, her delicate brow wrinkled slightly with her lovely face.

"It doesn't seem to be a drill," she said worriedly, but she hadn't forgotten to finish her tea. "Have you been in a battle before?" Jane?"

"No...... Never ......" Jane swallowed. In a panic, the novice dropped the cup on the ground and smashed the bone china in a small slice of pancake. Like her troubles, Jane is a soothsayer, a spellcaster with little offensive or defensive ability.

"Lizzy, what should I do?" Jane's eyes spun around in complete panic.

The attendant saw the sea rising from the window. Something is moving from the shallows to the shore, towards the base. A giant tentacle rose into the air, followed by another. A white tide washed through the yard. When the water was drained, the dark silhouette underneath transformed into an armored sea monster, towering over their four-story headquarters.

"Stay here. Elizabeth's voice rang out as she walked outside. "This is the only concrete building in the compound. If there's anything that can withstand that thing's personal attacks, it's headquarters. Don't leave unless you have to. ”

"Well......" Jane replied suspiciously, wanting both to stay in the yard and to be protected by Elizabeth. There are others here too, but how can they compare to Brisbane Line hero Elizabeth Sobel? Her most fervent wish is that Elizabeth stay in the canteen and be with her. Of course, that was wishful thinking, because her mentor was gone right away.

From the security of the headquarters building, Jane watched as the increasingly terrifying and fearful creatures finally landed. The merfolk were pouring down its back, spilling out of a strange inner chamber. There are various, some are typical damp men with webbed feet and arms, while others are more like fish or crustaceans.

Jane paced back and forth through the mess. She's on the fourth floor, at least for now. Elizabeth was right? Should she stay? The sea monster was so close, so close that Jane could hear the battle. The soothsayer had never fought before, only in the academy. Since her field training, she had never even seen a monster above level 2. Her brother told her that the place was safe, but that it was just two years of milk.

The more she considered her choice, the more fearful and panicked she became. She's not trained, maybe? She doesn't even know. The thought of facing those half-fish, half-human beasts made her vomit.

"Squeak!"

There is the sound of a structure collapsing under stress.

The ceiling began to crumble, and the floor-to-ceiling windows shook for a second before the explosion. A giant tentacle flew through the shattered window. A rain of glass splashed on Jane, knocking her to the ground. She struggled desperately to her feet, but reached into the debris that was littering the carpet. Her palms, hands, and fingers hurt terribly. She shouted for help. For Mark, for Elizabeth, come back and help her.

She looked up. A fisherman was coming towards her! it was shouting something with its mouthpiece, emitting a strong smell of the sea.

A water-like missile emerged from the thin air and hit the creature, pushing it back out the window. Jane could only use a summoning spell because Jane was already feeling nervous with an unschooled symbol. If she continues like this, she will retch and incapacitate herself.

Another creature emerged from the window and climbed up the wall with its sucked foot.

"No!no!no," Jane said confusedly, waving her hand to evoke another spell. The mana of the particles of the water stirred, but nothing appeared. Jane felt a feeling of dizziness that brought her to her knees. The half-lobster merfolk knocked her over, pushed her to the floor, and secured her arms with her hands. It was likely that the thing was trying to capture her for some nefarious purpose.

"Mark!" shouted Jane. "Licui!

Her response was a streak of darkness streaked across the room. When it struck, most of the merfolk were gone. All that was left was the chunky paws that held Jane to the floor.

"Elizabeth, you're here! thank God!" said Jane, curling her elbows, trying not to vomit from the smell of dried shrimp. "What's that spell? Great!"

Elizabeth did not answer.

Instead, she stumbles towards Jane and crashes into her body. Jane could tell that Elizabeth's face was terribly pale, and her right arm was bleeding.

"Licui, you're hurt、...! I'll get a doctor......"

Elizabeth grabbed Jane by the arm and pulled her towards the window. Jane refused, but even in her weakened state, Elizabeth overpowered her.

Jane screamed. They jumped.

They jumped from the fourth floor, sending out a spiderweb-like crack in the collapsed concrete just as another tentacle hit one side of the building.

"The feather has fallen!" the two of them slowed their descent, but landed heavily anyway. Elizabeth's hurried prayers could not hide the two of them. With a bang, they blocked the sidewalk, and Elizabeth walked down.

"Liz, are you alright? Oh my God......"

Elizabeth's uniform was paired with unfortunate high heels. She landed awkwardly, now her ankles twisting in an unsettling direction. Jane watched Elizabeth grunt, her face turning paler than before. Her fingers poked Jane's arm hard enough to draw blood.

"Help!" Jane screamed into the chaos. Cadets and officers ran around. Some tried to escape, others tried to fight.

Thankfully, a young man with blond hair ran over, helped Elizabeth to her feet, and jumped up on her good legs. From above came the sound of something whizzing through the air, crashing into the building and the wall behind them.

They looked up and saw a purple-pink tentacle slip open, leaving behind a mass of human flesh that had been crushed in the cement headquarters.

Jane screamed. She screamed, screamed, froze.

Elizabeth swears. Jane looked up, and a silhouette was faintly visible on them. The writhing mass of the sea monster is now on them.

"It sees us!" cried Elizabeth, trying to move. Even with the help of cadets, she could not go fast. The Air Summoner cursed. She ordered the cadets to turn her around. Jane held Elizabeth's other arm.

"Wind Blade!" Elizabeth held up a hand.

Tier 6 summons attacked their attackers.

"Bang!"

A huge tentacle landed not far from them, sliced clean, and was now oozing out of the stump. As the monster roared, there was a thunderclap and the ground shook violently.

"Well, Fudge, I shouldn't have done that. Elizabeth said in despair, her beautiful face pale, haggard, and lifeless.

Without warning, the blonde cadet left Elizabeth. He ducked under her arm, made her fall, and ran over.

Elizabeth collapsed on the floor in embarrassment, collapsed in a heap, screaming and slamming on the asphalt as she broke her ankle.

Behind them, cadets jumped over a fence and fled to uncertain hideouts in the woods.

"Shit! you ungrateful bastard!" Elizabeth yelled at him.

Jane was trembling all over now, trembling with fear. She saw Elizabeth turn to her. Something dark clung to her heart, something full of yellow venom and selfish purposes.

"Jane......" Elizabeth said goodbye—"

Jian Ran.

She ran and ran and ran.

Elizabeth said something incoherent behind her, but Jane couldn't hear it.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry, Leeds...... I'm sorry...... Please go ahead. Please survive......"

She ran away. She fell, got to her feet, and staggered forward.

She doesn't even feel the pain in her palms anymore. She just wants to get out of the sea, away from monsters, merfolk, and Elizabeth.

Don't look back!she told herself. You can't look back.

The terrible sound of destruction echoed from behind: the anguish and terrifying wails of humans and merfolk.

An explosion shook the base. Something ignited the mana crystal in the warehouse.

Jane quickened her pace, but the shockwave was too fast. For the next few seconds, it grabbed her, causing her to roll in the air, shaking her limbs on the asphalt.

As she reorients herself from the tumble, she realizes that she is facing the wrong direction.

She faces the sea. She was looking back.

Her face turned pale and she was bleeding.

Her eyes began to swell and then bleed.

Jane began to whimper and cry.

"Oh, Liz...... Oh, Lizzy, save me. "Help me......" she moaned incoherently. "I don't want to die...... I want to see Mark ......"

A miracle appeared in the girl's twittering figure.

Solar eclipse.

A dark sun, a shadow of shadows, swallowed all the light and drank the world.

The dark tendrils, with the lips of the lamprey, protrude from the center and seem to ignore distance and space.

Jane looked at one of them in horror and seemed to find her right away.

She felt the cold darkness invade her skin, penetrate deep into her body, and lift her off the ground. The tendrils effortlessly sliced through her non-existent mana shield, through her uniform, slicing through her torso and legs, bleeding profusely.

"Ah...... Yes...... No...... No, no, no......" Jane meowed like a baby, with a grotesque mask of pain and pain on her face.

As the vision continued to manifest, the gathered people were stunned.

A dark sun blooms in Jane's vision: draining all light, all life.

Merfolk, wildlings, mages, all attracted to its embrace. It absorbs everything, friends, foes, trees, grass, concrete shards, and even sea water. With each thing, it seems to get bigger and stronger. Dark smoke poured out from its center, forming long shaded tendrils. They are black and black, stretching out in the air, picking out nutritious sweets from floaters and jets.

Jane screamed in fright.

She rose into the air, weaker and weaker, taller and taller.

They saw it when Jane drifted close enough to the center of the dark sun.

They all saw it.

Two women stand side by side: a horribly parallel of two women drinking tea an hour ago. There are no cakes and ice cubes this time. Jane's body was stained with blood, and Elizabeth's body was scattered with a miasma of black smoke that rolled down from a cold mountain like a mist.

They saw Jane's unfocused dark eyes meet Elizabeth's pale blue iris, and her innocence revealed no emotion. Elizabeth's slender white legs protruded from the tumbling shadows of her. Black and black Goddess of Death.

"Lizzie ......" Jane moaned, crying, sobbing, blood and tears welling up from her bulging eyes, Liz, it hurt... It hurts so much......"

Elizabeth stared at Jane without a hint of sympathy.

"Silly girl...... You don't have to die. You don't have what I want. You're useless......"

"Please...... Spare me......"

"You should stay a little longer. I told you to run, you know, playing big sister. ”

"Please...... Please, Lizzy!"

They watched as Elizabeth pressed her hand under Jane's ribs and quickly and bloodily pierced her chest.

"Now look at what you've made me do..."

The fantasy is over.

Mark broke free of the orb and fell to the ground, gasping for air. When he lifted his face again, he looked older, much older, as if he had been ten years old.

"Do you understand now?!" Mark said through gritted teeth. "It's your precious wife! I've spent twenty years uncovering the truth! Ten years tracking down an orb, another ten years learning to use it! Do you know what I have to give? For the deal, for my sister's soul?"

Henry's face was paler than ever. His wife - his poor Elizabeth. She didn't turn into a monster. She was a monster from the start. She only experienced one crisis, and then she was trapped underground.

Gwen recovers from an overload of emotions and information. There were so many, so many answers, but she still felt that Mark was left with an important question unanswered.

"Well, are you satisfied now, Mark?" she struggled to keep the volume up. "That doesn't explain why you sent me to hell to suffer, what can you get out of it? more satisfied? Is it because I'm a void mage, do you want me to be defiled and betrayed?"

Mark laughed: a frenzied, hysterical laugh.

"We always save the best for last, don't we?" he said to Gwen, smiling maniacally.

He turned to Henry.

"Your wife is alive, alive. ”

Henry suddenly stood up with a mask of anger and rage on his face. Surya did the same, and he was filled with anger at his friend. Agnes was so frightened that she put a hand in her mouth. It's just insane, completely insane. Mark was devoured by it as it seized the secret and let it festered in his chest, and it ate him, the man they once knew.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Mark asked, his eyes full of excitement. He stopped talking abruptly and looked at Henry gloatingly.

"Whose soul do you think I wanted to raise in the first place?!Ha! It's Elizabeth! The woman I hate the most is the woman I hate the most! I get the truth and satisfaction at once, why raise my sister and let her suffer this soul torture?!But do you know what happened? Do you know what happened when I tried?"

"She's not there!Her astral soul has never left her body!I may be a fledgling wizard, but even I know you can't raise the soul of a person who hasn't died!"

"Master......" Gunther walked between Mark and Henry, and abruptly interrupted him. "Maybe it's better to end it now. What's the use of more secrets? We need to look to the future. The moment this necromancer trapped a person's soul in that orb, it was as if he was dead. Gwen should also get rid of insanity. ”

As if sensing that the end was near, Mark suddenly spoke in a hurry, and the gushing words poured out of his mouth. His eyes went wild, his face contorted at the news. After all these years, so many years, now he finally proved to Henry that he was wrong, that Elizabeth was responsible, that she was a monster, that they were all fools! One more step!

"I always knew, I just knew what the hell Elizabeth was up to, but I never understood. Let me remind you of the last orgasm, what did she say? You don't have what I want. What does she want? What does she want?"

Mark pointed his finger accusatory at Gwen. Her heart jumped to her throat.