Chapter 1017 - 475: Illusions of the Past, the "Name" the World Cannot Bear
The indescribable dazzling light and shadow, traversing countless layers, distorting many layers along the way, finally pierced the dense mist and descended outside the broken window of Class 18 in Teaching Building Group C. The form interwoven by endless light and will was a human-like silhouette made of countless glass fragments reflecting numerous light spots...
There are many names for it, but regardless of the kind, they signify its rank as at least "Supreme Judgment"!
Even using the words of Convenience Store Owner -003, it is the only true "Ashen Apostle".
"Conceptual level sculpture," "Original Type Ash Apostle," and the projection of the "Ash Apostle" path in the current world.
The incarnation of the Ash Apostle!
"It’s coming... it’s coming...!" The voice of the "Burial Body" trembled with devotion, seemingly offering supreme worship to the "Original Type Ash Apostle".
It seems natural, as the essence of the "Burial Body" is also among the ranks of Angel Sculptures, whereas in front of the "Original Type Ash Apostle", Angel Sculptures are merely larger "Mist Chasing Light Seekers".
With the gradual descent of the "Original Type Ash Apostle", trees in the entire Green Forest Belt outside the Teaching Building trembled violently as if electrified; the sound of branches and leaves rubbing became chaotic whispers, the lights in the Teaching Building exploded and extinguished in rhythmic flickers, darkness engulfed corridors like a tide...
In the whole world, only the enigmatic luminescence beyond the spectrum circulated around the "Original Type Ash Apostle"...
Non-Euclidean geometric contours vaguely floated on the colorful cross-sections, as if compressing countless dimensions into the two-dimensional plane, any observer’s soul would feel a strong burning sensation due to the information overload.
The endless downpour engulfing the Teaching Building, hitting the walls like bullets and breaking into countless water droplets, exterminating vapor incessantly, blending with mist, dragging the world into boundless grey mist.
Purebred Nightwalker species, drenched, seemed slick like mucus, crawling and writhing like Pilgrims, singing a sinister overture like seaweed in waves:
"I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!"