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!

countless black threads suddenly came to a pause, retreating and trembling

realized that Megose was about to free herself. Without hesitation, he retracted his right palm,

heart tightly. It was a still-beating heart that brought with it the sereneness of the night

helplessly as Dunn Smith stuffed the heart into the urn containing Saint Selena’s ashes.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

sounded like a late-night nightmare resounded. The countless cold and serene threads

their bindings despite the cries coming from the baby in Megose’s

uttered a simple Hermes term in a deep voice,

that illuminates the darkness! The light that

remaining spirituality into the thin gold piece etched with mysterious symbols, causing his mind to immediately

last of his strength, Klein tossed out the Flaring Sun

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

Thump! Thump!

was still beating within the box

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

was guided here by the Flaring Sun Charm, and it

sunlight fused with the top of the headless monster,

Rumble!

the burning white splendor, Klein closed his eyes. This last

arm, head, and multiple pieces of flesh. Its charred body crumbled instantly. The half-illusory, terrifying creature within her body no longer had the support of a physical body and couldn’t complete the last stage of its transformation. It turned into a

Rumble!

entire building shook violently, but this was only due to

normal bomb. Its powers were concentrated,

fought to stabilize his body. He opened his eyes and looked ahead a few seconds

charred circle where

saw Dunn Smith standing on the spot, still wearing his black windbreaker. He saw the heart in the box of Saint Selena’s ashes still beating slowly. He saw Leonard Mitchell lying on the opposite side;

Megose and

Smith turned to look at Klein. His pale face had a warm and relaxed expression, and

“We saved Tingen.”

he was twenty. He

turned into a resplendent ball of light before scattering into the surroundings. He saw the captain fall backward, his arms losing their

made up of a series of paintings, but Klein could do nothing

Thump!

Selena’s ashes fell

opening, preventing the resplendent sand-like ashes from falling out. The box

deep gray eyes having lost all their luster. He was looking at the hole in the ceiling, the sunlight pouring down on