The literary girl never disappoints. She lowered her head, her slender green bangs covering her eyes. She was focused and quiet, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking. But this time, Ethan felt an indescribable heaviness, all of which stemmed from the distorted symbols, as if they were pulling on some deep inner emotion. Just holding the book felt like experiencing the fragmented emotions within.
At the same time, they heard the whispers, completely different from the enthusiastic style of Bazatous.
"Kadela, you must complete this experiment, no matter the cost."
A shadowy figure appeared in the pitch-black corridor.
Half-transparent, it floated out like dust from the opened pages.
The semi-transparent figure looked extremely unstable, its outline constantly changing and twisting. It seemed completely unaware of Ethan and Lindong's presence.
After all, a figure existing for thousands of years couldn't possibly predict events thousands of years in the future.
