Chapter 1465 Shattered Descent Artifact <TOC> Chapter 1467 Woke Up
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As Frost was lost in thought, he suddenly perked up, his ears twitching as he lifted his head to look in a certain direction.
Angel, who was still in awe of Frost’s abilities, heard a curious “hmm” behind him. Turning around, he saw Frost’s gaze fixed as if he were looking into some enigmatic void.
Just as Angel began to wonder what was going on, a pinprick of light materialized out of nowhere, gracefully hovering in front of Frost.
This speck of light expanded and evolved the moment it appeared, eventually transforming into a roaring flame.
As Angel watched this fire, it felt as if a streak of red light had momentarily flashed before his eyes.
Rubbing his eyes and looking again, Angel realized that the flame had taken on a dynamic image, and the red streak he had seen earlier came from within this image.
The image within the flame was that of a silhouette.
This silhouette stood in a dark void, its specific features, gender, and attire indistinguishable. The only thing that stood out was a strikingly vivid Red Scarf, as red as blood.
The scarf radiated a bright red hue, obscuring half of the silhouette’s face.
The scarf was long and seemed to undulate in the void, resembling a capricious crimson serpent.
Angel couldn’t shake the feeling that this scarf gave him a profoundly eerie sensation. As he stared at it, he felt as if he was being pulled into a mysterious vortex.
The surrounding space was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness.
Souls and consciousness slowly faded away. Just when Angel felt even his most rudimentary senses were about to dissipate, a cough suddenly echoed in the darkness.
Angel’s eyes snapped open to find a vision of crimson before him, his body tightly bound.
“Release him. He’s just an ordinary wizard where I’ve taken residence,” Frost’s voice, refined and unique, resonated in Angel’s ear.
“An ordinary wizard? From my perspective, he seems anything but ordinary,” said a male voice, the nasal quality of which suggested something was obstructing it, giving it a muffled tone.
Nevertheless, the man speaking did release Angel.
As the unsettling sensation of friction on his skin dissipated, Angel found himself back on solid ground. Only then did he realize that what had bound him was a long red scarf.
This red scarf had emerged from a fiery apparition. With Angel’s liberation, the scarf slowly retreated back into the projection.
Once the red scarf had completely vanished from the material world, a dark figure within the fiery image gave Angel a cold glance.
Subsequently, the flaming projection gradually faded, ultimately disintegrating into points of light that disappeared into the void.
Angel took a long breath, still recalling the suffocating sensation when the scarf had bound him — helplessness, soul and consciousness sinking — all the way to the tactile experience as it coiled around his skin; everything had felt incredibly real.
He was utterly clueless about what had just transpired.
One moment he had been conversing with Frost, and the next, he found himself in this surreal situation. Who was that figure in the flames? And what was the deal with that red scarf? Also, why had he been attacked out of the blue?
Questions swirled in Angel’s mind.
While he was bewildered, Frost’s voice came into his ear, “I apologize for implicating you. However, Zorn wasn’t aiming to kill you; he only wanted to ensure our conversation remained private.”
Frost spoke nonchalantly, “Zorn and I are both members of the Orderly Guild. After escaping from the ‘Ghost’s Box of Reincarnation,’ I relayed what’s happening here to the Guild, signaling a need for backup. Zorn is the person the Guild dispatched, and he contacted me just now to confirm the mission’s objectives.”
After finishing, Frost shrugged and added, “The information Zorn wanted to keep secret was just that. Since I’ve already mentioned the Box of Reincarnation to you, there’s no need to hide anything.”
Upon hearing this, Angel gained some understanding of the situation, but still remained curious. According to Frost, Zorn wasn’t present, so how could the scarf bind him across the vast expanse of time and space?
Responding to Angel’s curiosity, Frost grinned, “Zorn is also a Mysterious Hunter. Though his experience isn’t as extensive as mine, he has dealt with unruly entities before. That scarf was a spoils of war from one of those missions.”
“So, is that red scarf also a Mysterious Object?” Angel hesitated to ask.
Frost nodded, “Yes, but I won’t disclose further details. After all, it’s not an object governed by the order. Knowing more about it might not necessarily be a good thing.”
Angel nodded in realization. If it’s not governed by the order yet still controllable, it was likely like the Dark Sonata, a semi-uncontrollable Mysterious Object.
Although Angel remained curious about the red scarf, he was mindful of the proverb that curiosity killed the cat. Especially since Frost had cautioned him before: when certain Mysterious Objects go rogue, a single action or word — even from vast distances — could get you entangled in the object’s chaotic rhythm.
When dealing with these Mysterious Objects, the less one knows without sufficient strength and extensive knowledge, the safer one is.
After the explanation, Frost said, “Zorn has already reached the vicinity of the world where the Box of Reincarnation is located. My brief respite is also coming to an end.”
“Are you planning to venture into the Box of Reincarnation again?” Angel curiously inquired.
Frost: “I’ll have to discuss this with Zorn later before making a final decision.”
As he spoke, Frost rose from his seat and gently pointed his finger into thin air. A black vortex began to gradually form. “It seems our unfinished conversation will have to wait until next time.”
Angel had many more questions about the Mysterious Object and was hoping Frost could provide some answers, but life is always more unpredictable than any plan.
Angel bid a formal farewell. Despite his wariness towards Frost, he had to admit that Frost had been of great assistance during their time together.
Frost smiled, “Rather than wishing me well, I’d prefer you take care of yourself.”
Angel looked at Frost, puzzled by his remark.
Behind Frost was the slowly forming space vortex. He stood before it, quietly examining Angel.
Angel felt Frost’s gaze pause on his left earlobe, then move to his gloved right hand, finally settling on Angel’s right eye.
“You must have had your fair share of adventures,” Frost focused on Angel’s right eye, “But remember, even the best luck and fate’s favor are not eternal.”
“Anyone who has braved the thorns to finally become a wizard could fill the pages of an epic tale with their life experiences.”
“What you should remember is that while you may be special in your own world, in this vast multiverse, you’re just one among many.”
“To give me a chance to collect the favor you owe me in the future, you’d best survive. And survival is no small feat.”
“So, take care. I look forward to our next meeting.”
After Frost finished speaking, the vortex behind him had already become a passage leading to an unknown void.
Before turning away, Frost cast a final glance at Angel.
During their days together, he discovered that Angel was shrouded in an array of enigmas, including his concealed right hand and right eye, a unique soul, and a flame mark carrying the fluctuations of the Source. These secrets were irresistibly intriguing.
Even for someone like Frost, who normally restrained his curiosity, the urge to explore these mysteries was sometimes too strong to resist.
However, whenever he contemplated investigating Angel’s secrets, an unsettling omen loomed in his heart, suggesting that delving deeper might lead to complications or even unforeseeable consequences.
Due to this premonition, Frost refrained from probing into Angel’s mysteries. However, his curiosity about Angel didn’t wane; in fact, the more secretive traces he found on Angel, including a recent revelation, the more favorably he viewed Angel.
The more secrets one harbors, the deeper their hand is likely to be.
“Perhaps, one day, he might truly step into the realm of the mysterious?”
With that thought, Frost stepped into the dark vortex.
Chapter 1465 Shattered Descent Artifact <TOC> Chapter 1467 Woke Up