Chapter 310: Volume 5 Lord’s Path - 3 Nightmare
As if noticing the questions, fear, and inquiry in Komer’s eyes, the statue’s face unusually curved into a slight smile, "If you have any doubts, just go ahead and ask quickly, I don’t have much time. Destiny has brought us together, and finally, I can be relieved before it concludes, and my countless efforts in concentrating on the Black Jade Demon Crystal would not have been in vain."
Komer’s brain seemed to understand something for a moment, yet at the same time, it seemed like he understood nothing at all. But one thing was certain — the half-human, half-statue figure before him definitely had something to do with the crystal stone in his embrace.
"Who exactly are you? Why have I come to this place?" This is probably the first question anyone in this situation would ask.
"Heh, this is the Dark Chapel, the most sacred place of the Dark Empire where only the great Dark King could dwell. You are here due to the favor of the God of Fate and a fortuitous coincidence," the statue’s face bore a desolate yet proud expression; its green eyes flickered with dark light as if to pierce through the gloom of the grand hall and reach the pitch-black sky above — a blend of expressions such as remembrance, pain, thought, and excitement washed over its countenance, which one could not precisely describe with a single intended phrase.
"As for me, who am I? I do not know how long it has been since my era, but I believe my name has probably been obliterated already. The victors would not allow the passage of a history that narrates their filth and ugliness to linger in the world, so saying it out loud is already of little significance." Every nuance of the statue’s face appeared minutely realistic, causing Komer to doubt whether he was looking at a real person’s head or an illusionary deception presented via Illusion Magic.
"Then, why have you summoned me here?" At this point, Komer had completely calmed down. This nightmarish illusion made it hard for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy, but the bizarre and complex events he had encountered in the past two or three years were already enough — adding one more to the list was irrelevant.