Lord of the Mysteries

“Waaa!”

The baby in Megose’s stomach cried. It squirmed, wanting to come into this world in a bid to help its mother escape from her predicament.

The black, cold, and smooth threads appeared to suffer a shock as they seemed to be suppressed by an invisible power which led to their retreat backward.

“Waaa!”

Dunn and Klein became dizzy at the same time. They felt their throats contract involuntarily as their contracting air passages instantly stifled them.

Crimson liquid flowed from their nostrils, their eyes, and their ears. All of their capillaries seemed to have ruptured.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Klein had undergone the torture of hearing the mutterings and ravings every time he headed to the world above the gray fog, as well as Dunn holding onto the ashes of Saint Selena, they definitely would’ve fainted on the spot, just like Leonard Mitchell.

Megose’s headless body turned over and looked at Klein who saw her charred skin and flesh peeling to the ground, and the holy, yet evil white bone blade.

Having escaped its influence thanks to his rich experience, Klein immediately felt his scalp tingle and forgot about the pain in his right chest. He seemed to witness his enemy charge towards him maniacally, not giving him any time to recite the incantation, infuse spirituality, and throw out the Flaring Sun Charm.

Just as he was about to dodge the attack, Klein saw Megose suddenly pause. He saw Dunn Smith’s black windbreaker fluttering, and the Captain diagonally across him had buried his head. There were multiple thick twitching objects on his back as if they were venomous snakes or tentacles—or monsters!

Dunn was using his abilities as a Nightmare to forcefully impede Megose’s movements.

Bam! Bam! Bam! With a mere struggle from Megose, the thick tentacle-like objects that protruded from Dunn’s back exploded at the same time!

A large amount of blood splattered out, covering every corner of the room like rain.

Dunn wasn’t disappointed at the result, for the blood had been absorbed by the black threads created by Saint Selena’s ashes.

They had been absorbed!

The countless cold, smooth, tentacle-like threads entered a frenzy. They swarmed forward and bound Megose tightly, wrapping themselves around her bulging, squirming stomach.

An opportunity!

Klein was as nervous as he was excited. He prepared to shout the ancient Hermes word for “Light.”

“Waaa! Waaa! Waaa!”

The cries of a baby could be heard once again, more frequent, and more incessant this time around!

and trembling again as

to free herself. Without hesitation, he retracted his right palm, formed a claw, and stabbed it into

hand, his fingers holding a bloody heart tightly. It was a still-beating

the heart into the urn containing Saint Selena’s ashes. His

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

cold and serene threads once again resumed their efforts as they wrapped

their bindings despite the cries coming from the baby in Megose’s stomach. In fact, they even sealed the

He uttered

that illuminates the darkness! The light that brings

of his remaining spirituality into the thin gold piece etched with mysterious symbols, causing his

out the Flaring Sun Charm at Megose, who was still bound by the countless

not followed their instincts, as if they were being willed by

Thump! Thump!

heart was still beating within the box containing Saint Selena’s

shone in from the hole in the ceiling, shining through all three stories, right into the Blackthorn

Sun Charm, and

the top of the headless monster, and then exploded

Rumble!

burning white splendor, Klein closed his eyes. This last scene was etched

The half-illusory, terrifying creature within her body no longer had the support

Rumble!

shook violently, but this was only due to the

from a normal

fought to stabilize his body. He opened his eyes and looked

the walls had crumbled. He saw a charred circle where Megose once stood. Surprisingly, the floor

saw the heart in the box of Saint

He felt that Megose and

at Klein. His pale face had a warm and relaxed expression, and

“We saved Tingen.”

was twenty. He no longer appeared stern and

box of Saint’s Selena’s ashes stop beating. It turned into a resplendent ball of light before

the scene was made up of a series of paintings, but Klein could do

Thump!

Saint Selena’s ashes fell onto the ground, just like Klein’s

sealed the opening, preventing the resplendent sand-like ashes from falling out. The box rolled a distance away towards

lost all their luster. He was looking at the hole in the ceiling, the sunlight pouring