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 again as if

free herself. Without hesitation, he retracted his

It was a still-beating heart

watched helplessly as Dunn Smith stuffed the heart into the

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The countless cold and serene threads once again resumed their efforts

didn’t loosen their bindings despite the cries coming from the baby in Megose’s stomach. In fact,

his blood. He uttered a simple Hermes

illuminates the darkness!

piece etched with mysterious symbols, causing his mind to immediately turn blank and

the Flaring Sun Charm at Megose, who was still

followed their instincts, as if

Thump! Thump!

fresh heart was still beating within the box

sunlight once again shone in from the hole in the ceiling, shining through all three stories, right

here by the Flaring Sun Charm, and it

with the top of the headless monster, and

Rumble!

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

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

Rumble!

only due to the released energy

normal

his body. He opened his eyes and looked ahead

charred circle where Megose once stood. Surprisingly,

still wearing his black windbreaker. He saw the

felt that he could still use ritualistic magic to save the Captain. He felt that Megose and her

had a warm and relaxed

“We saved Tingen.”

as if he had returned to the time when he was twenty. He

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

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

Thump!

ashes fell onto the ground, just

covered, the darkness within the box sealed the opening, preventing the

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