[Painting World "Yanor Londo"]
[Touch the painting, and you can recreate the scenes of the past within it]
[The fire has gradually dimd, yet at this mont, the Royal City where the gods reside—Yanor Londo still retains so of the splendor from the age of blazing fire. The Undead Man embarking on the path of Fire Transmission will face the trial of the Royal Artifact here]
"Is this... the Painting World?"
Elsa was stunned for a mont; she clearly rembered there was no painting here before.
She turned to look at the Onion Knight, who once again lowered his head to sleep, seemingly unwilling to give an explanation.
Such a mystery, could it be that she overlooked this place when she entered earlier and thus didn’t see the painting?
That shouldn’t be the case, there’s no reason I couldn’t see such a large painting.
No longer pondering the reasons, since the Onion Knight ntioned that soone inside could enlighten her, the answer was obvious!
Elsa took a deep breath and reached out towards the painting!
However, halfway through, she suddenly stopped, muttering:
"If I can’t find the correct way to clear it, the Painting World will drain one’s spirit until throwing one out, often taking several days in the outside world. For , it might take even longer inside."
With this thought, she went to Lake Lienia, found the quartermaster of the Light Eagle Group stationed there collecting supplies, and inford him that she was going to explore the unknown Painting World and might not return to the camp for a few days, taking along a small wooden barrel with high sealability and hardness.
She had to inform the people in the Light Eagle Group. After all, she had spent quite so ti with them in the organization and felt a sense of responsibility, but these responsibilities were like chains that prevented her from decisively leaving.
Returning to the bonfire in Yilushier’s kitchen, she filled the small wooden barrel with all the Elent Soup and took two cans of Jack’s wine.
Since she was entering the Painting World to seek guidance from soone, she certainly needed so gifts.
The Onion Knight and the residual shadow she encountered seed to be "Undead," unable to taste ordinary wine; only Elent Soup and Jack’s wine could bring taste stimulation.
As for the opinion of the Onion Knight, the creator of the Elent Soup, Elsa had already asked, and he nodded along with his snoring.
Great, I’ll take that as his agreent to take the Elent Soup!
"Yanor Londo, here I co."
Elsa touched the painting, and a dazzling and brilliant light burst before her eyes.
"Phew..."
In the darkness brought by spatial distortion, a sound echoed by her ear—it was the sound of wind.
Elsa felt her hands being grasped by so creature, hanging in the air. The howling wind blew past her, contrary to natural laws, with a warmth suggesting they ca from a warr place.
So, she was being carried in the sky by so unknown creature?
The darkness before her gradually faded away, and Elsa opened her eyes, finally seeing what was carrying her flying in the sky: a Monster with skin as red and gaunt as a Bat Monster.
She was being lifted higher, surrounded by pitch-black mountains. Looking up, she saw a glimr coming from the mountain tops.
The mountains dropped rapidly beneath her; when she finally reached the mountaintops, the view before her opened up.
The sky was bathed in twilight glow, its gentle golden light spilling through the clouds onto the land below, each ray providing warmth, as if touching a corner of the Sun.
Elsa wore an expression of enjoynt, but as her gaze wandered and saw sothing, the look vanished, replaced by an emotion rarely seen on her face—astonishnt!
A city, a vast and magnificent ancient city sat there, imbued with an indelible warm tint from the golden light at the skyline. It was none other than Yanor Londo in the painting, and the impact of seeing it firsthand far surpassed any artwork.
The weight of history, the majesty of the Royal City, the mystery of ancient tis—all these sensations rushed over, causing an unconscious shiver.
Elsa had earlier read an article in the newspaper describing the exploration in the Sain Dungeon as a communication with the past.
Today, for the first ti, she felt like she was engaging with the long-lost, dazzling yet mysterious and weighty history.
Was she going to begin her adventure alone here? It had been a long ti since she explored an unfamiliar area by herself, and this brought a subtle restlessness to her heart.
The Monster resembling a Bat Monster carried her to the Royal City and dropped her in midair, with a heavy thud as she landed in the city, unhard but shocked.
[Yanor Londo]
Large words floated before her, and unlike the eerie, nerve-wracking music that usually accompanied place nas in the Sain Dungeon, this ti the music was like a blazing fla, burning, albeit briefly, yet making one feel ablaze.
"So this is Yanor Londo? Am I now standing atop a building?"
She was deposited on what appeared to be a lookout point, with only a downward spiral staircase in front of her. Gaze fixed in the distance, the central structure of Yanor Londo lay across the way.
She had a hunch that with exploration, she would eventually reach there; the Sain Dungeon’s signature always allowed passage to wherever the eyes could perceive.
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