Chapter 242
“......”
The bishop, after wandering the archives for quite some time, finally parted her lips.
“...Nothing.”
No matter how much she searched, there was no trace of it.
Who in the world was that being I saw before dawn?
She wanted to believe it was just a dream. But she couldn’t call it ordinary.
It was just like facing the Master who dwelled within the Saint—or no, even more bizarre and ominous than that...
She could still vividly recall the sensation from when that strange entity's language crashed over her like waves. That was no dream.
It said the moon has set.
A message clearly directed at the Moon Sect.
And the second hand of that creature held what unmistakably looked like the form of the Master...
Each of the four ranks described the Moon’s appearance differently. Some called it a round mirror. Others, a transparent orb. Still others said it was a sphere made of overlapping rings.