"We are redeeming ourselves and maintaining the balance of this world......

"Divide and divergence are undoubtedly the most basic order......

"That's what He thinks......"

Voices from ancient times echoed on the long table where eleven phantoms and a hollow crystal ball sat on.

The low, yet peaceful voice rang in the ears of every "gatherer":

"Admittedly, we all have our own dark thoughts and desires, but these are all normal ......"

"Death and blood will be inevitable, and we ...... in the name of 'Redemption Rose'"

The images and sounds gradually freeze, and the fragments that were sealed in the hall were only a few tens of seconds, and then they caught the tail of time, and went back to the very beginning of the moment, entering the next round of endless cycles.

The Silver City exploration team that triggered the loop kept repeating the process of approaching and sitting, listening and returning to the position it had first approached, and then constantly merging with the phantom, only the endless sound repeated.

The Fool's gaze fell from the gray mist, and it was only then that Crane was able to see the scene inside the Giant's Court because the "Sun" Derrick Berg had prayed to the hidden being in advance.

There are eleven angels and gods who established the first "Roses of Redemption", who conspired here to set off the foreshadowing of the cataclysm.

Crane concentrated, trying to hear more, but the voice was repeating only fragments.

Crane sat in a high-backed chair on the gray mist, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, observing the murals spreading in the hall, he was not unfamiliar with the power of such a "cycle", and even for the exploration team of Silver City, it was not the first time they had encountered the residual power of the "Angel of Destiny".

After a simple divination, Crane spiritually touched the crimson star, which represented the "sun", and Darek's spirit was dragged out of the blonde phantom and briefly ascended to the gray mist.

In an instant, the loop is cut through a gap.

Outside the hall, the twilight that enveloped the entire royal court also rushed towards this hall, allowing the cycle of fate here to completely dissipate, and the orange beams of light poured down from the high windows, and the darkness melted into it.

Before the Sun could react to what was happening, Crane had already sent him back to the real world so that he would not be locked by the True Creator.

Klein didn't forget that the God's Forsaken Land also hides the kingdom of the evil god, and it would be bad if the other party watched it, and it might even bring disaster to the "sun".

The crowd around the dark red table looked up, their faces looking up with a similar confusion, the trance of the cycle still lingering in everyone's consciousness, but because of a similar experience, Chief Colin Iliad quickly stood up.

They looked around the hall again and saw the murals on the walls.

The scene on the mural corresponds to the dark red table, with two figures on the top, five figures on the left and four on the right.

At the top of the mural, there is also a glass ball with light points converging.

That color was a little familiar to the members of the exploration team, and Elder Lovia suddenly reacted, and she pulled out two round fruits that emitted a shimmering light from the leather pouch around her waist.

Crane looked at this scene, his brow furrowed.

Soon, however, he looked back at the mist-shrouded woman in the mural.

Chief Colin propped up his guard vigilantly, and recognizing the mysterious symbols on the figures one by one, Klein heard him pronounce an unsurprising name:

"Goddess of the Night, Amanis."

Is that really the case? As early as the Third Age, the goddess had a connection with Zoya......

Crane listened to the names spoken by the Chief, and a sigh rang out in the gray mist-filled space.

Ragnarok?

Klein hooked the corners of his mouth because of this sudden word, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a little.

——

Beckland, North District.

About ten days have passed since the nightmare of Vrsack's air raid on Rune.

During this period, most of the nobles living in the northern or western districts went to live in their own estates outside the city as much as possible, and even if they could not stay away from the city because of their own affairs, they would urge their relatives to take as much property and some servants as possible to stay away from the city where they did not know if they would face another threat.

In contrast, the suburban manor is quieter, at least far from the center of the whirlpool of Beckland.

Their subconscious behavior of protecting themselves made many mansions in the North District deserted for a while.

Councillor Macht's family is no exception, but instead of staying outside the city all this time, Hazel Macht visits the Rune Charity Foundation every few days, and she is doing the same today.

Hazel had a very good impression of Audrey Hall, the youngest daughter of the earl's family.

Although the two only nodded and exchanged light words at the ball, the well-known aristocratic lady of Beckland soon won the friendship of Hazel with her approachable attitude, as well as gentle and caring words and deeds, and unwittingly let the haughty Miss Mahert let down her guard.

Although the "decryption scholar" will improve the corresponding spiritual intuition and improve the individual's ability to observe and associate, Audrey also unconsciously left a hint to Hazel, so that the girl who had suffered a poor trauma subconsciously ignored her trust in Audrey too easily.

During this time, Audrey's treatment of Hazel had already had an initial effect.

However, because at the tarot meeting, she learned that there would be a dangerous person entering Bakeland in the near future, and after communicating with Mr. Dawn, Audrey temporarily abandoned the third stage of treatment for Hazel, not intending to remind the victim of her previous experience, so as not to have an accident and attract the attention of others during this sensitive period.

Audrey took Hazel to charity activities, in addition to providing covert treatment or special "comfort" for the lady, but also hoping that Hazel could gain some positive beliefs and motivation from helping others.

Hazel's parents were not in a position to do so, and since she was known as "the brightest jewel of Bakeland", Miss Hall had always had a good reputation among the nobility.

Hazel is no longer so emaciated, and is friendly with Miss Hall, and is now willing to do some activities to help charity, which is also good for Hazel's own reputation.

Returning to Beckland from Elk Manor, Hazel sat in the carriage, leaning against the window.

She looked out at the street that was still not very lively, but her mind was thinking about the memories that had gradually surfaced during this time, and the melancholy on her face made Hazel look a little weak instead of her usual pride.

The terrible experience that had been forgotten was gradually remembered in the months of treatment accumulated by the "audience", and little by little Hazel accepted the trauma left in her heart by that experience.

Hazel remembered why she had become extraordinary, and remembered that she should have had a teacher in occultism, but every time she thought about that day, Hazel would subconsciously tremble, and she had to suppress her emotions and try to maintain a calm mind.

The carriage moved smoothly under the driver's drive and passed near Bercolnd Street.

A bicycle came across the street, past the horse-drawn carriage, and the rider was a young man dressed in a dark green postman's uniform, but not carrying a letter packet.

The postman seemed to be humming some kind of tune, and his posture seemed to be very relaxed, as if he had no task on his part, as if he had just changed shifts.

He happened to be in Hézel's line of sight, and the dark-green-haired girl looked over and saw the postman wearing a monocle in front of him.

It's like touching a switch, turning on a gas lamp in my mind—but instead of the light, it's the fear that almost shatters reason, the clear or vague memories that burst out of the shadows of ignorance, shattering all the hypnosis, suggestion, and reassurance that has been exerted, tearing apart the calm outer consciousness.

Hazel remembered, she remembered everything that had happened before, the sight of her father, mother, servants putting on their monocles, kneading their eye sockets and turning to her, smiling at her, constantly beating before her eyes, almost confusing reality with the perception of memory.

The ensuing horror was also irrepressibly reflected on Hazel's face, her cheeks twitched, her brows gradually wrinkled together, and the corners of her mouth pulled like crying and laughing.

Hazel gradually shrank to the corner of the carriage, and as if she had completely lost her strength, she slid to the floor of the carriage, her whole body curled up in a ball, and began to tremble.

Seeing this, the personal maid, who was also sitting in the carriage, quickly got up and came over, wanting to help Hazel up.

"No!"

A terrible scream came out, startling the dazed maid and freezing in place for a moment.

Even Hazel was frightened by the sound, unable to believe that it was coming from her own mouth.

Her panic eased in this stunnedness, at least not as completely unable to think as she had just been, and she fumbled for the position of her chair, regaining a little strength to move her hands and feet.

Hazel plucked up the courage to look outside, and the postman had turned the corner and gone to another street, and at a glance his back was completely gone.

Hazel rubbed her teary eyes and shook her head at the maid, but her words sounded reluctant: "I—I was a little uncomfortable just now...... It's better now. ”

"Miss, do you want to go to the clinic?"

Hazel continued to shake her head: "First, first to the Foundation. I remember there was a clinic nearby. ”

She heard the valet urging the coachman to speed up, and Hazel took a deep breath herself, trying to tune in to her fear.

A sparrow, which could be seen everywhere, squatted on the carriage of the Macht family, let out a chuckle, and in a voice that no one could hear, said to himself: "So that unlucky fellow before had crossed paths with her?" Residents of Berlund Street......"

The sparrow's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an interesting curiosity in it: "Interesting." (End of chapter)