Chapter 411 - 364: Sacrificial Offering
Darkness, nothing but darkness to the naked eye.
When Mira and Anos set foot in the city beneath the city, all they perceived was darkness.
There was no light from any direction, only the icy Gale sweeping by, the land cracked everywhere, barren, and the sturdy, dead trees were gradually stripped of their remaining bark by the fierce wind. It was hard to imagine anyone living in such a place.
Old Believer Parker led Mira and Anos ahead, in such darkness, the Princess could not fathom how he discerned the direction, but he seemed intimately familiar with the paths here, directly heading towards the road that led to the city below.
A bell tied around Parker’s waist chimed as they walked, Mira and Anos kept close to the sound of the bell, for in this dark environment, ears were far more important than eyes.
Mira gripped the black sphere in her hand, the black mist she had seized from the sacrificial ceremony; as they arrived at the city below, the black sphere stirred on its own, seeming ready to break free from Mira’s grasp at any moment.
Of course, Mira would not let that happen; she remained vigilant, guarding the black mist.
After all, this black mist was a crucial artifact in maintaining her identity as the "Primordial Messenger."
Old Believer Parker stopped occasionally as he walked ahead, partly to discern the path, partly to wait for the two women, insuring they wouldn’t get lost.
"In this city below... the most terrifying thing is to get lost."
Old Believer Parker remarked sentimentally,