Chapter 1371: Forbidden Conversation-2
"...Golden." Helen’s eyes narrowed, her pupils trembling slightly as memories flooded back—memories of Robin Burton standing alone, Ready to take on the Nature Antihalation Orb,
"Piercing golden eyes... and a radiant cloak of gold that dissolved any law that dared approach it. That’s how he wielded the Law of Truth."
"Oh... so he truly does possess a golden ability too?" A slow, knowing smile crept across Hedrick’s lips, as if a long-held suspicion had just been confirmed.
"That seals it. There’s no longer any room for doubt. He’s special—special enough for that entity to intervene directly."
Helen’s breath hitched.
"that entity?" she repeated, her tone sharp, her spine stiffening with sudden urgency.
"You mean... the golden shard? You know who that is?! Who is that being?!"
"He’s a legend," Hedrick said, his voice steady as stone, but carrying the weight of stories long buried beneath time.
"That’s all he’s ever been. A myth hidden in the spaces between recorded history. But if you’ll allow me, sister... let me shed some light."
He leaned slightly forward, his gaze intense and focused.
"In the hidden records of the Middle Belt—those that have been sealed away in restricted archives, far from public eyes—there are... patterns. Strange, repeated patterns. Scattered throughout time like echoes."
He raised a hand and traced small circles in the air before him, as if outlining invisible sigils.