Chapter 369: The Shattered Ground of Life and Death (6)
“Something she shouldn’t have seen? What was it?”
Beshek raised his head to meet Isaac’s gaze.
[Everything and nothing. It is here, yet nowhere. It exists, but it cannot manifest. It is desired, but no one wishes for it.]
Isaac mulled over Beshek’s cryptic words, suspecting they might be an allusion to Midas’ Hand. There were too many parallels to ignore.
But why would Beshek go out of his way to speak in riddles instead of naming it directly? Perhaps the true nature of Midas’ Hand—or whatever "it" was—differed vastly from what Isaac had always believed.
[A bit abstract, isn’t it? But if it were something that could be spoken of easily, it wouldn’t be something one shouldn’t see. The Lighthouse Keeper appeared in the Holy Land Lua, the White Sand Plague began, countless lives were lost, and I pulled the Netherworld into this place. Do you think anything that emerges there would be ordinary?]
Isaac understood all too well that Lua was far from normal.
A land where angels were born became a holy site for pilgrims. A place where gods were created became sacred ground for worship, where the veil between Urbansus and reality thinned.
Holy Land Lua? Even before Beshek tore down its boundaries, the place had already been abnormal.