Chapter 1072 The Sealed Off Passage <TOC> Chapter 1074 Descendant of the God
Translator: SumTLMan
Angel pondered the strength of Fafnir, which in theory should be sufficient to pierce a passage through the void and leave this space. However, Fafnir’s response to Angel remained in the negative.
“Indeed, it’s not impossible to tear a rift in the fabric of space,” Fafnir said with a shrug, “but there’s no guarantee where it would lead.” As a Wind Dragon, not a Void Dragon, her understanding of the space-time fabric was only skin-deep.
La Sutherland might hold a passage to the third layer of the Abyss through Lake Nemin, yet that did not imply proximity to the lake. It merely indicated the presence of a spatial anchor linking both ends. Thus, where Fafnir’s void rift might lead was a question shrouded in uncertainty.
“Is there a way out of La Sutherland, then?”
“Yes,” Fafnir pointed downward, “The void beneath La Sutherland is connected to the inner layers. We could travel there, then navigate to the surface through a different passage.”
Angel’s eyes brightened at the possibility. Though the inner layers posed greater danger than the surface, with Fafnir present, they could likely weather the storm. However, upon learning about the time required to return to the surface after reaching the inner layers, Angel fell silent.
At least two weeks, and that was assuming a smooth journey.
In two weeks, it would be too late. Moreover, considering the potency of Toby’s ill fortune, whether they could make it out of the inner layers of the Abyss at all was dubious.
Angel looked lost in despair. Why would the passage being sealed off occur precisely at this juncture?
Had Toby’s doom curse already breached the icebound seal?
Angel retreated to the entrance of the store. Seeing Angel’s dispirited expression, Prapa asked with concern, “Shop owner, are you alright?”
Angel voiced, “For now, all is well. However, if I linger in La Sutherland, trouble is sure to come knocking.”
“Is it that severe?” Prapa murmured quietly, “From what I understood from Lord Night, this martial law shouldn’t last too long, right?”
Angel too recalled what Prapa had mentioned — Lord Night had advised him to stay close to the Phantasmagoria Cabin for the next few days.
Did that imply that the curfew would only last for two days?
The mention of “Night” triggered something in Angel’s memory, prompting him to lift his gaze towards Prapa. “Could you ask Lord Night for me if there is a way to depart La Sutherland at the earliest? And how long is this martial law going to last?”
Seeing the gravity painted on Angel’s face, Prapa comprehended that this matter was of utmost importance to him.
Prapa nodded in agreement, “Alright.”
Turning on his heel, Prapa departed, leaving Angel leaning against the entrance of the shop, lost in contemplation about the possible solutions.
The truth was that Odeklaes hadn’t set a hard deadline for Angel. His urgency to leave was entirely due to Toby’s curse, which waits for no man.
If it was truly impossible to leave, then he would need to find a way to delay the dispersion of the doom curse inflicted upon Toby.
In a place as vast as La Sutherland, could there be a demon with such ability?
Angel didn’t harbor any illusions about removing the curse of doom; he just needed a little more time. After all, he had several thousand demon gold coins which would be of no use in the Wizarding World. Therefore, he wouldn’t mind spending them all.
A rustling sound reached his ears. Lifting his head, he saw Canaan emerging from a thicket nearby.
“There’s something peculiar about Morgheim’s left eye,” Canaan murmured as she approached Angel, “it kept staring at me just now, so I went to take a closer look. It began to question me about the onset of darkness. I didn’t give it a response, but it seemed to know everything already, directly inquiring whether La Sutherland was under martial law.”
“Has it been continually asking you questions?”
Canaan nodded, “Something feels off. It’s as if it’s operating under a consciousness completely antithetical to Morgheim’s, like it has been parasitized by another entity, just as the shopkeeper had described earlier.”
Angel raised his gaze to regard the distant Morgheim.
Coincidentally, as Angel looked over, Morgheim’s left eye was also fixed in their direction.
The eye’s black iris had turned into a swirling vortex of shadows, forming several symbols within the pupil.
This was Demonic Language. Regrettably, Angel couldn’t comprehend its meaning.
“Has… she…arrived?” Canaan uttered each word separately, a sense of puzzlement washing over her after reading, “Who’s arrived? Who is it referring to?”
Angel shook his head, equally clueless about the anomaly plaguing the eye. “Let it be. You’d best not engage with it further. If a powerful demon has been parasitized by another entity, getting close to it could be a perilous affair.”
Withdrawing his gaze, Angel happened to catch Prapa’s voice wafting up from the forest path.
Prapa brought news from Night. “The curator says the break of dawn is imminent.”
“Is that all? What about the way to leave this place that I asked you to inquire about?” Angel questioned with furrowed brows.
Prapa replied, “That was all he said. I did ask, but the curator said nothing.”
Angel sank into contemplation. Since Lord Night only relayed this one sentence, there must be some hidden intentions.
——The break of dawn is imminent.
The notion of dawn refers to the piercing beacon that breaks through the shroud of night. As this beacon manifests, it is the clear harbinger of an impending arrival of light.
Is Lord Night implying that the beacon within the Void Obelisk will soon illuminate brightly?
Yet, even having inferred this answer, Angel is far from at ease. The term “soon,” as used by Lord Night, is rather nebulous. Both ten minutes and ten days fall within the scope of “soon” for demons, so who could ascertain whether he refers to the former rather than the latter?
Angel pondered for a moment, then turned to Prapa and said, “Could you assist me with something else——”
……
Upon Angel’s return to the rooftop, he directed a question towards the slumbering figure perched on the tree trunk, “Lady Fafnir, might there be a demon in La Sutherland that could counteract the curse of doom?”
Rousing, Fafnir responded, “There are indeed demons well-versed in curses. However, whether you’ll encounter one here is rather uncertain.”
Angel released a sigh, his only option was to hope that Prapa could locate a demon capable of handling the curse of doom.
He had previously pulled Prapa aside specifically to seek his assistance in investigating this matter.
If he could find a demon capable of temporarily shielding against the curse, then the conundrum he currently grappled with could be easily solved.
As Angel silently hoped for Prapa’s success, a new anomaly suddenly unfolded across the entirety of La Sutherland. Within the depth of the night, traces of fiery patterns emerged.
It was as though an ethereal fire was scorching the canvas of the night.
The moment this anomaly appeared, the sky of La Sutherland was once again filled with demons seeking the source of this occurrence. However, they resembled headless flies, buzzing around aimlessly, and ultimately, they failed to discern the origin of the anomaly.
On the other hand, upon observing this “night scene scorched by fire”, Angel’s gaze froze in place.
The vision before him bore a striking resemblance to the painting of —Night— in the Hunting Museum. It was as if the world within the canvas had seamlessly merged with reality.
“What’s going on?” Angel subconsciously cast his gaze towards the Hunting Museum, “Could it be that the flames in that painting have completely shrouded the night? Is Lord Night intending to shed his shackles tonight and take that final step?”
Meanwhile, in a corner of La Sutherland, within a cathedral bathed in spectral fire, a blazing entity and a Servant of Fire, swathed in a red robe, stood respectfully before a blue ghost flame.
The icy-blue phantom flame gradually expanded, eventually reaching a height of two to three meters. When the tongues of flame turned a tinge of green, a shadow suddenly materialized within the core of the ghostly flame.
Clink——
A pair of silver-tinted boots stepped out from the phantom flame, landing on the polished ground with a crisp echo. Soon after, the owner of these boots emerged from the flame as well.
Upon her full emergence, the icy-blue ghost flame behind her began to fade, ultimately condensing into a streak of blue light that sunk into the newcomer’s eyes.
“Master Olucia,” the fiery entity and Servant of Fire bowed in unison as the newcomer established her footing. The figure, referred to as Olucia, radiated a fiery glow, rendering her visage indiscernible.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Olucia didn’t respond immediately but instead strode towards the side door of the cathedral. As she pushed open the door, the pitch-black night of the outside world and… the raging flame patterns in the sky, met her gaze.
After a prolonged stare, a slight curve formed at the corners of Olucia’s lips.
“The Source Fire… It’s finally here.”
Following closely behind Olucia, the Servant of Fire inquired respectfully, “Master Olucia, the Source Fire has manifested within the curator of the Hunting Museum. Shall we head there now?”
Olucia gazed at the fiery patterns in the sky that played hide and seek amidst the clouds, remarking placidly, “There’s no rush. The time has not yet come. As it stands, the Source Fire is still gestating. Let’s wait a while longer.”
Given Olucia’s assertion, they naturally had no objections.
After a considerable amount of time, Olucia turned her gaze towards the flaming orb that hovered behind the Servant of Fire, “Greaves, you seem rather perturbed?”
The fiery orb was none other than the Young Fire Demon, Greaves. It turned its head aside, muttering in an indistinct voice, “Not at all.”
Observing the slightly awkward Greaves, Olucia offered a soft smile and said, “Since there’s still some time before the Source Fire is born, how about I go take a look at that shop you mentioned?”
Greaves’ head whipped around instantaneously, its dull eyes round with surprise, “Really?”
Olucia gave a nod.
At once, Greaves broke into a grin, the initially listless flame surrounding it now began to flicker with renewed vigor.
However, the Servant of Fire, Tantin, voiced his concerns, “Lady Olucia, you’ve come here alone this time. It’d be best if we avoid any unnecessary complications…”
Olucia reassured, “No need to worry. I’m merely curious about why the emissary of Fafnir and Odeklaes have set up shop in La Sutherland.”
As she spoke, a frost-white dragon scale appeared out of thin air in front of Olucia. She examined the dragon scale, murmuring, “Moreover, Bina Jonis has done me a favor. I’d also like to know how Bina Jonis is faring these days.”
Having said that, Olucia stretched out her hand, cradling the dragon scale back into her palm.
“Let’s go. I’m curious to see what spell this shop has cast that has left Greaves so infatuated,” she said.
Chapter 1072 The Sealed Off Passage <TOC> Chapter 1074 Descendant of the God