"I am the song unheard, I am the eye unseen."
"May I ask, what am I?"
Emhardt tilted his head as he looked at the words before him, chuckled disdainfully, and murmured,
"Ha, it’s a riddle. Looks like these horned and tailed demons have so brains too..."
Emhardt pondered for a few seconds and then tentatively said,
"Soul."
"Crack crack crack!"
With Emhardt’s answer, the mirror-like gate split open a fine seam down the middle and then automatically opened inward, revealing a bright space with a faint, alluring aroma.
"Haha, the great Book Knight truly is the smartest being in this world."
His perfectly square book face unknowingly lifted up in an expression of pride and arrogance.
In an instant, he was captivated by the overwhelming allure of each book inside, eagerly stepping in without even noticing the mirror-like gate slowly closing behind him.
And behind him, as the gate closed, the outer riddles gradually mapped inward, eventually forming an extrely short na.
"Paimon"
The inside was vast, but lacked library-like structures, let alone books.
It resembled more of a studio than a library.
In the bright space, the walls, erected canvases, and square fras displayed only images covered in thick oils.
The images seed to be perspectives from different angles, causing Emhardt dizziness at re sight.
He saw a whirlpool spiraling in the depths of the galaxy, composed seemingly of countless golden tentacles. Despite occupying a significant portion of the canvas, it was remarkably inconspicuous even from the painter’s perspective, hidden amidst the starry river.
Yet Emhardt discerned that the collapsing tentacles seed to be...
Fleeing?
As he viewed it, Emhardt’s eyes seed to burn, eager to avert them. At that mont, he saw at the base of the fra a line of Holy Descendant text, inscribed with,
"Coward"
Emhardt did not comprehend the aning of the text on the image, but it did not prevent tears from falling in excitent, for after such a long ti, he finally saw the authentic script of the Holy Descendants.
This ant the owner of the artwork before him might be the great Holy Descendant he had sought for so long!
These damned demons surprisingly possessed clues to the Holy Descendants, wonderful!
He eagerly read through more artworks in this vast space, but truth be told, he understood very little, with many pieces making him subconsciously nauseous, only able to discern the Holy Descendant text below.
Emhardt did not dare linger on the images as he began feeling unusual sensations in his pages, forcing him to close his eyes and continue walking forward, bypassing one canvas after another, arriving at the center of the first level.
Here, rather than finding more Holy Land clues, he saw other even stranger scenes.
He observed a narrow room with several stacks of paper filled with strange black text covering the walls and television, with a human girl sitting dazedly on the floor, yet inexplicably, the girl lacked a head...
He saw a city overflowing with steel forests and Neon Lights, with countless chanically altered people shouting beneath them, while in the sky, a man tethered to a rocket-like device released virus-like chanics...
He witnessed a war-ravaged city ruins where a long-haired blond woman sobbed blood tears, her eyes seemingly popping from their sockets, clutching a stiff girl’s body tightly...
He saw a man drenched, kneeling, and roaring before two tombstones, inscribed "Caleb Wuz’s beloved wife", "Caleb Wuz’s beloved daughter"...
Hmm?
Wait, why can I suddenly read the words clearly?
Emhardt thought blankly, unconsciously turning his gaze back to see several similar paintings behind him, but before he could finish viewing them, a gentle woman’s voice called to him from behind,
"Emhardt?"
Emhardt turned his head blankly, beholding at the brightly colored space’s end, amidst the layers of pignt, a sacred and gentle woman in a white robe standing in the shadows, which conveniently concealed her upper torso.
Though her full appearance was unclear, Emhardt looked at the silhouette and felt like crying, unintentionally murmuring,
"Mom..."
The woman seed equally surprised and quickly extended her hand towards him,
"Emhardt, co quickly, I haven’t seen you in so long!"
"Mom!"
Emhardt could no longer restrain himself, rushing into her warm embrace. At this mont, he finally felt tranquility, and despite searching the mortal world for so long, just finding the Holy Descendant who created him now felt worthwhile.
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