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

was about to free herself. Without hesitation, he retracted his right palm, formed a

out his right hand, his fingers holding a bloody heart tightly. It was a still-beating heart that brought with it the sereneness of the

the heart into the urn containing Saint Selena’s

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The countless cold and serene threads once again resumed their

cries coming from the baby

with his blood. He uttered a simple Hermes

that illuminates the darkness! The

thin gold piece etched with mysterious symbols, causing his mind to

the last of his strength, Klein tossed out the Flaring Sun Charm at Megose, who was still bound by the countless black

time, having not followed their instincts, as if

Thump! Thump!

heart was still beating within the

in the ceiling, shining through all

was guided here by the Flaring Sun Charm, and it

of the headless monster, and

Rumble!

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

lost its left 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

Rumble!

only due to the released energy of the Flaring

from a normal

his

charred circle where Megose once stood. Surprisingly, the floor had only

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; his

that Megose and her baby were truly finished. No—it was more accurate to say that the latter

His pale face had a warm and relaxed expression, and his voice still as mellow as it

“We saved Tingen.”

he had returned to the time when he was twenty. He no longer appeared stern and serious as he

beating. It turned into a resplendent ball of light before scattering into

a series of paintings, but Klein could do

Thump!

of Saint Selena’s ashes fell onto

opening, preventing the resplendent sand-like

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