“Why avoid it?” it said, its tone devoid of emotion, only indifference, yet despite that, it was so frank and friendly, not caring whether the questioner was an ant or anything else. “Destruction is destined. The living die, matter decays, laws dissipate, this is the cycle. Now the balance has been broken, the scales are tilted, and the divine fire is dim, causing me to return, following the strange scent of the apocalypse. Not just me, those before me and those after me will all return, before or after this, but even so, destruction is still unavoidable.”
Because fate was already sealed in the pronouncements of the three goddesses.
Bati scoffed, not out of any doubt in the words of this ancient existence, but he simply found it laughable. Transcendent beings who hadn’t even passed half their path worrying about the world’s destruction was as laughable as ants worrying about the sky falling. That should have been something for gods, saints, and crowned kings to worry about.
Even if the apocalypse were to arrive the next moment, what would it matter to transcendent beings at stage five or below?
His gaze was burning, his eyes shifting several times as he considered how to speak. Bati wanted to extract some information from this existence, and if possible, he wished it could tell him who, person or organization, had the intention to “awaken” it, and had successfully achieved that goal.
Bati Haruntin was never one to suffer a loss. Of course, he also greatly cherished his life and would never put himself in danger, but things were different now. He had been severely calculated by an unknown party.
As this ancient existence flowed out of the stone egg, Bati awoke from that inexplicable and eerie fervor and desire. But what truly angered him was not this brainwashing-like mental influence or pollution, but that when Bati awoke, he discovered his spirituality had been lost.
No need to worry, he also understood that the spirituality likely flowed into the black stone egg. This was not unexpected; even an ancient legendary being under seal would need to pay a great price to revive after countless years had passed. For this Golden Age existence to be reborn from the stone egg and return to the current era, it would naturally require a grand ritual, massive sacrifices, and pure spirituality.
Their competition for the so-called “Sage Ovum Sheath,” to put it bluntly, was merely a ritual orchestrated by those behind the scenes to revive an ancient existence.
Spirituality was of great importance to transcendent beings. Bati’s contact with the stone egg wasn’t for too long, and the spirituality absorbed wasn’t much, but that didn’t mean he could swallow his pride. He couldn’t afford to provoke an ancient existence of unknown strength, and he absolutely did not intend to let go of the mastermind who orchestrated this event.
“Who exactly awakened you?”
Some people had similar thoughts to Bati, but Bati sought revenge, while Marymana had purely sensed something unusual.
If someone was indeed planning to awaken an ancient mythical life form, what was their purpose? It said its return signified the approaching apocalypse, could this indicate that those people wanted to prevent the apocalypse? However, the explanation was still too ambiguous. Viewed from another angle, the apocalypse might be approaching precisely because these beings, whose names had long been washed away by time and history, were returning.
Regardless, Marymana had a subtle premonition. she could ask her teacher about the Doomsday Twilight later, but she had to find the mastermind behind this event.
“I don’t know.”
It said, its voice humming like a bell.
“In my eyes, they are disordered like weeds, twisted and blurred. They could be lines, or veins, or even bugs.”
“The Truth Society!”
Marymana was shocked. She suddenly realized something, but before she could use her time to verify this thought, a light shone on her face.
Not just one, but ten, a hundred, thousands upon thousands… countless blinding light beams pierced the darkness and humid clouds, falling like rain onto Leicester in the night, melting into the streets, alley corners, and damp sewers.
The sky was pale and grayish, with a vast and completely bright, huge white sun hanging high, awakening the entire Leicester from the darkness. Pure light poured down. At this moment, Leicester had no dark clouds, no cold rain, and none of the previous gloom and indifference.
Everyone stared blankly, looking up at the sky. They gazed at the sun-like dazzling object in the sky, momentarily feeling a temporal dislocation as if daytime had already arrived.
But that could not possibly be the sun.
Within the sun-like dazzling rays of light, a colossal island-shaped object could be vaguely seen. It was stationed high in the sky at ten thousand meters, so large that it was exceptionally conspicuous even when viewed from ten thousand meters away on the ground. The entire structure was an irregular inverted triangle.
That was the Talanis Air Continent, the main base of the Circling White Bird Association, a massive fortress at an altitude of ten thousand meters, a sacred place for mages and practitioners.
Now the air continent was enveloped in a pale white light, a sign of Talanis’s protective magic circle being activated. Every trace of light was an Aether manifestation of infinite Mana. Judging by the brilliance of this light and its unreserved demeanor, even in the most conservative estimate, Talanis Air Continent’s various magic circles and defense measures were operating at over eighty percent.
Marymana had never seen such a situation. she had never imagined such a day would come. The Circling White Bird Association was often hailed as one of the safest magical associations precisely because it was located above the Talanis Air Continent. As long as it stayed away from the ground, it was unlikely to encounter any danger.
Until today, when someone attacked the air continent.
“It seems they have their targets,” the black existence said.
Marymana’s face was anxious. she tried to cast directional teleportation, but it was unilaterally rejected by the association. Once Talanis deployed all its defenses, it was almost impossible for anyone to sneak in. Marymana had no choice; she couldn’t even say a word before hastily casting a teleportation spell and leaving.
“There’s going to be some fun to watch,” Bati sneered. The Truth Society openly attacking the Circling White Bird Association was not a common occurrence. The Sage Ovum Sheath had grown its own limbs and had not fallen into anyone’s hands. His mission was considered complete, so he didn’t linger, and with a wave of his hand, he disappeared.
With two mages leaving one after another, the black existence showed no signs of obstruction. It seemed it truly had no intention of crushing any ants. Jeffrey wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The Truth Society and the Bird Association were fighting in Leicester. He didn’t have the ability to participate, but at this moment, if even one magic spell fell and couldn’t be stopped, the casualties could be immeasurable.
“I will go organize the investigators and notify Sorcery Anomalies Hand and Count Lagovin.”
After stating his intentions to the princess, he quickly left.
