"It is indeed the right ti."
Besides the Covenant Book, another suggestion made by the Knight quickly gained the Witch’s approval.
The Witch’s execution was once again demonstrated, holding the book in one hand; in the next mont, her gaze fell upon the black pool, then she extended her hand.
Is this... a mirror?
Fu Qian recognized the subsequent changes.
This ti, no black water rolled, nothing new erged.
Instead, a mysterious radiance appeared directly above the pool, converging into a ring in an instant.
Although smooth in shape, Fu Qian still couldn’t compare it to the moon.
It looked more like a mirror with the center broken, leaving only the fra.
The mirror lacked an overly intricate design, but the dim and tranquil brilliance attracted imdiate attention.
Even the black water below seed completely quieted by this light—or perhaps frozen.
Though describing it this way sowhat ruined the atmosphere, Fu Qian was very aware this place was no ordinary location.
Not only was it the Fallen Star Clan’s Holy Land, but also the battlefield of his and his agent brother’s past; the black water and its internal variety of items could be considered the core of Rielertin’s existence.
"Have you materialized the connection between here and the Sea of Dead Souls?"
Observing the Witch’s actions, as the broken mirror took shape and she withdrew her hand, Fu Qian confird.
Perhaps compared to other nightmares, the power in Rielertin seed sowhat chaotic, but it was still a stable state under coupling.
Like unwittingly removing the Spring Bird earlier, adding the risk of collapse to this place, unless necessary, the Witch wouldn’t add anything.
Considering a nightmare within the assemblage already centered on her power—
In Fu Qian’s view, the current action was more like opening a channel to reflect the coldness from the Sea of Dead Souls.
"It’s ti to give a little stimulation, the mass and stability of this place make it very suitable as a dispersal channel."
The Witch nodded, confirming Fu Qian’s guess.
"Indeed, so too fragile dreams might directly mutate or even shatter upon impact."
Fu Qian understood this choice very well.
The aning of the right timing was actually simple.
After the re-erging cosmic laws shattered again, the nightmares floating in doomsday are accumulating together, and their fusion product was chosen from the start as a significant place to seek the Dark Moon.
Though exploration so far hasn’t uncovered obvious traces,
Given the influence of the Other Shore attribute, the situation has unquestionably undergone a delicate change.
Originally, it was not hoped to make too much disturbance in the search process, leading to fragile clues being obliterated before being touched.
But now, if the Other Shore’s attributes would also impact this nightmare assemblage, re contemplation might no longer be a good option.
So, it wouldn’t hurt to try a little stimulation, to observe the echo given by the entire dream.
Even so, the Witch still opted for a more subtle thod.
As an undeniable giant within the assemblage, using Rielertin as a relay can maximally expand the impact range while also acting as a buffer.
At present, it seems a place to wait and observe effects can be sought.
Rielertin and the Sea of Dead Souls, both are clearly suitable choices—hmm?
While comnting, he heard a slight surprise in the Witch’s voice.
"Whether or not the sa fate awaits, I will never accept it!"
In the next mont, one of the Fallen Star Giants, Frankie, declared his resolve to his two colleagues.
...
Truly domineering, this is the essence of our Dark Moon Sect.
In the case of an imdiate discovery, the Witch abruptly ended the freeze.
For the three giants of the Fallen Star, they naturally had no conception of what occurred in between, continuing with the previous topic.
"Huh?"
But no matter how slow-witted, such a dramatic change in lighting couldn’t possibly go unnoticed.
Before Frankie finished speaking, he sharply turned his head to look at the "Holy Land Pool" beside him.
The other two did the sa.
Without a doubt, under the moonlight, it truly gained the imdiate impression of a Holy Pool.
The proof lay in the fact that, although theoretically, it was a profound desecration of the Fallen Star Clan belief, the three watching were almost in a daze, unable to muster anger.
anwhile, standing beside the Witch and Fu Qian also didn’t evoke any response.
It’s only natural; the Dark Moon’s concealnt ability is certified by both the Tyrant and the chanical Tyrant.
For the three giants, it was already a dinsional reduction strike at an unknown level.
"... Moon?"
As facts proved, the broken mirror maintained its symbolism; after a mont’s stupor, Frankie couldn’t help but murmur, looking towards Xia.
Given her previous experiences, she undoubtedly had the most qualified say.
"It seems so... but I don’t know what this signifies."
Lady Xia’s voice was dry, recognizing while her mood seed a bit complex.
"Didn’t you say they didn’t harbor malice?"
Previously determined, Frankie now spoke with a sowhat anxious tone.
But it’s only human nature.
If Lady Xia had reported everything truthfully upon returning, it would have been evident enough for him to realize the vast disparity in strength.
And after the initial shock passed, witnessing such a spectacle in such a place, the seriousness of the nature beneath was daunting.
"I feel they indeed harbor no malice... but perhaps they also don’t care about our stance..."
Still unwavering in her viewpoint, Xia’s voice, however, lowered.
...
It seems the psychological shadow left from then was indeed substantial.
Especially when combined with the final "greet Principal Glenn" remark, it appeared to evoke a sense of powerlessness towards destiny.
Fu Qian, as an observer, fully understood the giants’ reactions, even reflecting on his actions.
Of course, Lady Xia was correct in that their attitude wasn’t a consideration in the plan.
"Dark Moon Apostle Herbert... so what was his purpose then? And what does he plan now—you, what are you doing?"
As expected, the Fallen Star Giants deduced from the final words that he was once Herbert.
In that mont, Frankie’s voice, amidst bewildernt, was almost gnashing his teeth, yet before he could finish talking, he suddenly roared in shock, filled with disbelief.
And the target of his roar was none other than the silent female giant.
As for the reason—
Upon a glance, they saw the female giant holding that soft skull, the only remaining Holy Relic of the Fallen Star Clan, slowly placing it on her head.
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