Chapter 313: The Next World (3)
Many things had happened during the past fifteen days.
[The Whip of the Self-Tormentors has regained her Star Sign.]
[The Sun-Grasping Fist is recruiting new followers for the first time in 233 years!]
[The Southeast Guardian has been released from their seal.]
[The Night-Scratching Claw has been released from their seal.]
[The Failed Soliloquy has been released from their seal.]
First, the five Constellations that the Magic Tower sealed were freed. Not all Constellations were fortunate to have a devoted follower like the Berserker. Some had been sealed for as long as nine hundred years, while others had been sealed for as little as two hundred years. They had truly been sealed for a very long time. There was even a Constellation that may have once been glorious but now fell into decline, with no followers remaining.
“My last follower who served me died three hundred two years ago,” the Constellation muttered.
They had beautiful long black hair that cascaded down onto the carpet, covering the entire room. The Night-Scratching Claw looked up at the sky with starry eyes that matched their title.
“Well, I was always a low-level Constellation.”
“What kind of Constellation were you?” I asked.
“It’s nothing fancy. If you were to lie on a bed in this room or anywhere else, stretch your arm toward the night sky, and try to scratch it with your nails even once in your lifetime, that would lead to my Faith. What do you think? It’s really trivial, right?”