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!

threads suddenly came to a pause, retreating and trembling again as if they

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

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

Smith stuffed the heart into the

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

late-night nightmare resounded. The countless cold and serene threads once again resumed their efforts as they wrapped themselves

baby in Megose’s stomach. In

together with his blood. He uttered a simple Hermes term in a

illuminates the darkness! The

spirituality into the thin gold piece etched with mysterious

tossed out the Flaring Sun

not followed their

Thump! Thump!

heart was still beating within the

shining through all

by the Flaring Sun Charm, and it was focused

of the headless monster, and then exploded like the

Rumble!

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

longer had the support of a physical body and couldn’t

Rumble!

only due

different from a normal

opened his

circle where Megose once stood. Surprisingly, the floor had

saw the heart in the box of Saint Selena’s ashes still beating slowly. He

could still use ritualistic magic to save the Captain. He felt that Megose and her baby were truly finished. No—it was more accurate to say that the latter

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

“We saved Tingen.”

time when he was twenty. He no longer appeared stern and

expression froze. He saw the heart in the box of Saint’s Selena’s ashes stop beating. It turned into a resplendent ball of light before scattering into the

felt like the scene was made up of a series of

Thump!

of Saint Selena’s ashes fell onto

Thud! Even though the box wasn’t covered, the darkness within the box sealed the opening, preventing the resplendent sand-like

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