At the end of the passage, there is a stone stand on which two human skulls are burning blue-green flames for faint illumination.

The contents of the frescoes reveal so many astonishing truths that others would be silent about when they knew about them, but Francis did not recognize the ancient language in them, so he could only understand a small part of them.

It proposes a very special bloodline, in which all the vital secrets of a thousand years ago flowed in the blood of such people, and Aisha seems to be one of them.

Francis, who finished reading the mural, is one of the very few people in the world who knows the truth and is still alive.

It only takes one point, and it is here that Francis can verify the authenticity of the contents of the mural.

Francis picked up a burning skull and threw it out of the stands, but to Elizabeth's surprise there was no immediate sound of landing. Instead, the flames were reflected, illuminating the space below slightly bright, and slowly falling.

This meant that it wasn't just a stand, there was a huge pit outside the stand, and Francis leaned against the side of the platform and looked deeper.

5

With the flames of the skull, the ruins of an underground city-state are revealed, and a thousand-year-old secret is unraveled by Francis. The answers to the mysteries that entangle and tear apart reveal the answers behind them one by one after Francis reads the mural.

And at this moment, as depicted in the mural, there is indeed a lost dungeon below.

Francis came to the conclusion of truth and falsehood, turned and walked towards Elizabeth and said;

According to the frescoes, the city-state below is called Tibia, a city that was once extremely prosperous. Hundreds of years ago, the first aberrations in human history erupted here, and the Church was unable to purify the aberration, and directly buried the entire city-state underground with extraordinary power - which meant that the passage was not an exit at all. ”

To put it more accurately, it was the path to the cemetery of a city-state.

Francis walked in Elizabeth, and instead of continuing the topic, he asked a clueless question; "Do you often have amnesia, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth seemed to remember something in her mind, and she had a headache, and Elizabeth couldn't help but knead her temples with her hands.

Seeing this, Francis paced and continued; "Escaping from the city and into the wilderness evoke any memories for you? People talk about you and say you're missing, and by the way, you disappeared hundreds of years ago. But let's not say it, the birth of the first aberrant coincided with your discovery missing. ”

"Tell me, how did a woman who has been dead for hundreds of years meet my friend Fester, who died in the mouth of a monster some time ago?"

The legend sounded like Elizabeth's disappearance was long after the birth of the first aberrant monster in human history, but the mural made Francis aware of the whole new perspective he had just mentioned.

Fragments of memories flooded Elizabeth's mind, begging Francis to stop talking.

Francis shook his head, he knew that no matter how cruel he was, he had to say it—"Elizabeth, the princess of Thebea... You're the first aberration..."

Elizabeth froze directly in place when she heard this, and tears began to flow inexplicably from the corners of her eyes on both sides, and she touched her own tears with her hand, and Elizabeth finally remembered.

Hundreds of years ago, Tibya was at the forefront of the study of extraordinary powers, but what happened in that palace was distorted after Elizabeth herself was contaminated. Then it was like a plague, and the source of pollution infected everyone in the city-state, and everyone became a terrible monster. As Elizabeth, who was the first to contact the source, the degree of distortion is probably unimaginable.

With the last remnants of her sanity, she left Debya, not wanting to pollute the others anymore, and ran away for a long, long time.

Later, the church felt too tricky, and after a battle to stain the dirt of the wilderness red, it finally buried Elizabeth and Thebea deep into the ground, and purged all those who might spread the news.

Elizabeth burst into tears, looked at Francis and said; "I don't want to hurt them... Please kill me... I don't remember who I am. ”

Elizabeth recalls that Pfister's statement that Francis could help him was the end of his longing, the end of his original sin.

As soon as she finished speaking, Elizabeth's body began to gradually dissipate into flying black feathers, and she slowly reached out to Francis to say something, but only moved her lips, and Francis could not hear what she said.

Just as Francis tried to hold Elizabeth, a voice came from behind; "You're late, Mr. Francis."

Francis didn't dare to look back for a while when he heard the voice, but the owner of the voice himself took the initiative to come to Francis, and Francis turned his head, it was really Fester.

"It's still an illusion, you should be dead."

Pfister smiled politely and responded; "It's not a vision, and I really deserve to die, so to speak, in great pain." Fester remained unchanged in this way, as if telling the story of someone else's moment of death.

"I came to this woods when I died, and later figured out that I was probably left in the fog here in the form of a memory.

Remember these demon birds, in order to use the voice of the dead, they need to digest the memory first. This time, the Welsh monster birds are also from here, and you can think of it this way, this fog is the common survival of all the monster birds devouring the memory. ”

Elizabeth, as the source of pollution, can naturally control the fog as she pleases, and said that seeing Pfister now becomes reasonable, because she has met Pfister's memories.

"Then why does Elizabeth I just met look normal?"

Pfister explained; "That was the last remaining part of her humanity, she wandered in the fog, longing to meet what she wanted to meet."

Elizabeth's real aberration itself, in the depths of this dungeon.

Pfister looked at Francis and understood that since he had already arrived, it meant that Francis had seen the mural.

"Pfister, what's going on with Elsa's bloodline? You know what I'm talking about. ”

"Once you know, there's no going back, Mr. Francis."

Francis glanced at his sword, and then saw the black feathers floating in the air, and whispered;

"Say, Pfister, I can't turn back from the moment I picked up Elsa."

So, Pfister began to tell Francis what he had not intended to tell Francis.