"Where is Anna?"
Lu Li asked the Bishop, who called himself Jone. Ophelia stood like a guard, her body tense with obscure power surging within.
The followers stood by the oil lamp, their elongated shadows pointing towards Lu Li at the center, as if part of a mysterious ritual.
"We are also searching for the whereabouts of the Lord, again and again..." Jone said with sorrowful resignation. "But forgive your most loyal servant for speaking candidly, perhaps our Lord has already sacrificed herself."
"Sacrifice... what do you mean?"
"She sacrificed herself for your return."
Bishop Jone said.
[Perhaps even your escape is related to her? The subterranean layers are like a mother's womb, the raging currents they encase akin to nourishing amniotic fluid. As you soak in the river, struggle through narrow passages, and emerge into the outer world, it's like a newborn baby...]
At the Bottom of Sugla, whispers from the glow of the pensive statues seem to echo near the ear.
