Esther realized that she was standing on a secluded corridor.

Behind him was a chaotic shadow, and in front of him was a brown-red wooden door carved with a cross.

She had seen it before, it was the goddess of the night and Zoya, who had come here to meet Dariborg, and Ulorius was guarding the door......

Now, it was still a dream, but there was no one, and the candleless corridor was darker than she remembered, so cold that it seemed to have been forgotten for a long time.

Esther put her hand on the wooden door and pushed it hard.

The door shattered, and leaf-like pieces of wood flew in all directions, gently brushing her cheeks, and a huge crack appeared where it had been pushed, and the cross above was torn apart.

Esther walked in, it looked like a prayer hall, but it was empty, the benches she had seen in the last dream were gone, and there was nothing on the high platform where the cross should have been placed.

An overly small figure, kneeling at the front of the room with his head down, looked like he was clasping his hands and praying quietly.

Esther looked over from the back, and could only see the figure's silver hair, the silver tips covered the ground around the man, occupying a range of two meters, and the ends of those hairs seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slightly raised a few inches, rooted in the void.

Although it was not confirmed, Esther seemed to know who the other party was.

She walked forward, stopping outside the range of her silver hair, hesitating how to say hello.

Esther didn't hesitate for long, as the other man took the first step to get up from the hard, rough stone ground and turned around.

The strands of hair hanging in the void snapped inch by inch, but when the figure regained its footing, it quickly shook like a snake hyacinth, and then was pulled and drawn again, piercing through some kind of boundary that Esther couldn't see, and hanging in the air.

Even when he stood up, the figure was only as tall as Esther's chest, with a wide white linen long-sleeved robe on the inside, the hem of which was dragged to the ground to completely cover the limbs, and the outside was wrapped in a circle of gray-black fabric, rolled up on the outside of the white robe and hanging naturally, fixed at the shoulders with silver rings.

Esther couldn't tell his gender, let alone his appearance, except for the thin lines of silver hair, the man in front of him had no face.

On his face, covered only with a translucent crust, the surface of which was a smooth, gapless gray substance that enveloped the entire head until it had a skinlike texture just below the neck.

Inside, there are countless floating points of light, hugging and converging into an oval, splitting and circling at the edges, slowly rotating, pulling the silvery light that disappears around them.

The light showed a shape that resembled the Milky Way model that Dawn Star had ever seen.

Esther suddenly understood what the "shell" Amon's doppelganger meant, and when she saw such a shape now, all she could think of was the "shell", and on the inside, it seemed to hatch a conscious light.

She stared blankly at the ball of light for a moment, until a buzzing voice fell into her ears:

"Hello, Li Xing."

He used Chinese.

This soft, shrill voice was closer to the girl, but Esther had heard it somewhere else, and when Tarot would communicate with her, it would be in a more hoarse and mature tone.

"Zoya?" Esther asked softly.

The light was silent for a moment, and then slowly emitted a humming sound: "You can call me that." ”

"What is this place?" Esther tried to look away from the light in the translucent skull, but couldn't help but look at the silver strands that were being pulled into the void.

"You should know. It wasn't my intention, but Amani and Ulorius had shown it to you. ”

Esther hesitated for a moment, then pondered her words: "It's the ...... The prayer room of the ancient sun god? ”

"You should call Him 'Darriberg.'" Zoya's tone was gentle and indifferent.

He tilted his head forward, and the silver strands of hair slipped down his side, and when he was shielded, the light inside the shell converged, and Esther's trance of attraction diminished.

Esther suspected that Zoya, who had no facial features, couldn't see her expression at all, but she still subconsciously showed a friendly smile: "I thought it was a very private nickname, if I shouted it too, you would be unhappy." ”

It took Zoya a moment to understand the words, or perhaps perhaps his consciousness was far from being as peaceful and rational as it seemed.

At this time, he gave Esther a similar feeling to Ulorius, and even though Zoya's appearance was still beyond Esther's knowledge of a "communicative creature", she was not as nervous as she was when she first entered the room.

"It's hard for me to say if I'm upset, but that's just a name," Zoya finally responded, "I'm glad you have all this confusion that I can't feel." ”

His words sent chills through Esther's heart, but Zoya's tone had always been gentle, and Esther was sure that this was Zoya's normal state at the moment: "You're in a terrible state. ”

"We've always been like that."

Zoya lifted his arm, his right hand sticking out from the cuff of his robe, his arm was not bloody, silver threads could be seen from his pale wrist to the bottom of his sleeve, and he flipped his arm as if trying to make Esther see better.

His nails resemble snake scales, and around the nails, there are ring-shaped scales that merge with flesh and blood.

The glow on the inside of his face dimmed: "I don't have the authority of the Creator, and until I get the help of Darzyborg, this is the limit of what I can do to enter the real world steadily." ”

Esther was silent for a moment, staring at the arm, which looked like a plastic model more than a creature.

Zoya seemed to be concerned about Esther's silence, "What are you thinking?" ”

Esther hesitated for a moment, considering that her ability to distinguish between the truth and falsehood of words and emotions came from Zoya, she could only calmly say what she thought just now: "You are very different from what I imagined, and when I see your real situation, I find that you seem to be even more ...... Frail. ”

"Because I'm just a fragment, a reflection in the broken lens. The source of my truth is not such a fragile and incompetent being. ”

Zoya took a few steps closer in Esther's direction, his body stiff, almost a part of the way forward, as if the natural joints and balance of humans made him feel sluggish.

Esther naturally remembered what someone had told her before: "The Key to Light? ”

"Yes, the incarnation of fate that we should be familiar with. Long before the birth of the New Spirit Realm, the Incarnation of Destiny had been watching the endless river. And when the new spirit world is born, the shadow of the incarnation of fate flows again to the spirit world with the long river, which is a natural thing, before the 'awakening' comes, and in the past.

"However, the Spirit Lord, who has some authority over 'destiny', has done a very bad thing, and he cannot tolerate the infiltration of His realm. So He tore off the shadow and devoured Him. ”

Zoya threw her head higher and moved closer in Esther's direction, her body floating in motion, pulling at some of Zoya's hair, making them taut like strings.

In Zoya's head, the light swirling like a galaxy swayed slightly, and a kind of pain was transmitted from it. Esther realized that she was sensing some of Zoya's emotions, very slightly, but for Zoya, who had always been indifferent, it was already a strong change.

Esther reached out and pressed Zoya's shoulder, allowing him to return to the ground, and she subconsciously lowered her voice: "Sorry, I don't know about these things, but it sounds disgusting......"

Zoya was silent for a moment, as if wondering something, and he spread his hands to Esther: "Keep your head down." ”

The light on Zoya's face grew brighter, and when they flickered, they became more intriguing, and Esther could feel that it was a sign of his longing.

Esther hesitated for a few seconds, but finally got down on one knee and bent down, allowing Zoya's hand to be close to her, and a cold touch crossed her face.

The "Other", who had the form of a child, raised his hand a little higher, slowly groping Esther's cheek, and Zoya traced the shape of Esther's face with her cold fingers.

This forced Esther to hold her breath, she didn't know why Zoya had acted like this, but after considering the various gaps between the two and the strangeness of the dream, Esther decided to go with Zoya's wishes.

Eventually, Zoya's left hand rested on Esther's right eye and slowly drew a circle: "His malice, His plan." I told Him several times that fate never favored Him, but He never believed. ”

Esther didn't hold back and asked, "Are you familiar with Amun?" ”

"The Lord of the Spirit Realm tore me apart from the chaos through 'mistakes', and the Lord of the Astral Realm tore the 'error' uniqueness from the Lord of the Spirit Realm," the buzzing voice became sharp, and Zoya let out a chuckle with a trill, "In the irresistible convergence and separation, their reincarnation falls on us......"

Esther was a little dizzy to hear, what Zoya said was too abstract for her: "Who are they you talking about?" ”

"Source Castle, Lord of the Spirit Realm."

After Zoya said this name, the silver hair on the top of her head suddenly trembled, all tense in the pull of the void, such a sudden change caused her center of gravity to subconsciously fall backwards, and she fell directly to her knees and fell to the ground.

Instinctively, Esther reached out and grabbed Zoya's shoulder.

His body was light, and Esther didn't know if the touches in her dreams were real, but the weight of her steady hand was not much heavier than a foam board.

The buzzing intensified.

Zoya grabbed Esther by the arm, and when she looked up again, Esther noticed that the shell of her face was covered with cracks.

Zoya clenched Esther's arm harder, "Also, the Sea of Chaos, Lord of the Astral Plane. ”

"That's ......"

Before Esther could ask her question, the shell of Zoya's face suddenly shattered, and bits of light were released from it, surging into her eyes like a sea of stars.

She was too close to even retreat.

"Let me look at the memories with your eyes."

Zoya's gentle voice echoed in Esther's mind.