inspire-indiana Chapter 137 Goddess of Fate
Chapter 137 Goddess of Fate
Chapter 137 Goddess of Fate
From a dimension overlooking all things, Cyril and Adam, who stood almost imperceptibly beside Triss, gazed at each other in silence.
A few seconds later, in Irving's home in the South Side of the Bridge.
A magnificent ossuary, with towering black stone pillars, rose from the ground, replacing the original three-story building with its brick-red spire.
The moment the Bone Church appeared, the crimson moonlight from the Blood Moon vanished, and the echoes from the River of Fate that had been reverberating in Cyrien's ears, growing ever clearer and louder, also disappeared.
"So it really is indirectly affecting my mind by influencing my body? But I already hid in another dimension beforehand!"
As he muttered to himself, he saw Adam's figure appear out of thin air, dressed in a simple white robe, with a thick, light gold beard covering the lower half of his face.
He first walked to the illusory star gate tinged with crimson and pressed his hand lightly on it.
The next second, the crimson-tinged illusory star gate collapsed silently, eventually turning back into an ordinary painting.
However, the portrait of Owen that should have been on the scroll is gone, replaced by a crimson door frame.
The door frame is engraved with many symbolic symbols and magical markings related to concepts such as keys, fire, and doors.
Adam held the scroll in his hands and examined it for a while, then casually tossed it in front of the huge cross surrounded by many skeletons.
Then he walked to the picture frame covered by the dark curtain and stood quietly for a while.
Without him making any move, the "black curtain" created by Sirion spontaneously dissipated, revealing the isolated picture frame inside.
Then, Irving's figure in the frame quickly became solid, transforming from blurry to real, and reverting to a tangible presence in reality.
At this moment, Irving's eyes were closed, and he had a smile on his lips, as if he was immersed in a beautiful dream.
Above the dimension, Cyril silently watched Adam manipulate things; the Church of Bones not only isolated the blood moon's light and the echoes of the River of Fate,
It worked on him as well.
He can only cast his gaze down through physical connection, but he can't do anything to disturb it, and his mind can't even return to his body.
As if sensing his emotions, Adam, having resolved the issues of the illusory stargate and Owen, slightly raised his head and said with a soft laugh:
"Don't rush, there are still some hidden problems that haven't been solved yet, and you need to find them."
"Me? How do I find it? What am I looking for?" Sirion asked instinctively, voicing his doubts.
Immediately, the image of Melina and the black records she was selling at the Clover Club flashed into his mind.
"I think I know."
Adam seemed to hear his own question and answer from beyond the dimension, and nodded with a soft laugh:
"It's her. You know how to find her, and those records that capture the echoes of fate."
"Although your body is hidden in another dimension, it is not completely detached from reality and is still within the influence of the Church of Bones. I can use this to communicate with you."
Above the dimension, Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then conjured up paper and pen, wrote down divination statements, and quickly performed a dream divination.
Slightly disoriented, he saw a detached villa on the banks of the Tasok River and Melina sitting on a bench, engrossed in playing her instrument.
"South of the bridge, River Bend Avenue, which should be the section near the Backlund Bridge area."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Adam's response: "I understand."
The next second, an invisible force pulled him back to his body, catching him off guard.
After a moment of confusion, he looked at Adam, who was smiling gently and looking in his direction, and suppressed the urge to complain, allowing his body to return to reality.
"Let's go." Adam nodded gently to him.
At the same time, the doors of the Church of Bones creaked open automatically, revealing a brightly lit bedroom.
Besides the bed, the bedroom was filled with props for divination, such as astrolabes, tarot cards, and crystal balls. In addition, there were many musical instruments, including a piano, violin, drum set, and bone flute.
These instruments are all new, and look like they were just bought and placed here by the owner of the house. Most of them look like they haven't been used yet.
Cyril followed Adam into the room from the ossuary, a sense of familiarity washing over him.
This was the very place where he had seen Melina playing her instruments during his divination, except that Melina was gone, the room's layout had changed, some instruments were missing, and the floor was too clean.
slap~
As his thoughts drifted, he saw Adam clap his hands lightly, and then an ancient, mottled, huge stone bell phantom appeared in front of the two of them.
The dial of the wall clock is divided into twelve unequal sections by alternating shades of gray and black, each section containing a different symbol representing a different time.
At the heart of the wall clock, three hands, seemingly formed by insects of time—one long, one short, and one medium—exude a sense of antiquity.
Under Sirion's curious gaze, the hands of the stone wall clock suddenly turned one notch in the opposite direction, and an invisible torrent swept out, causing the light and shadow in the room to recede.
After a few breaths, the light and shadow, which had finally settled, began to change normally as time went on, displaying the events that had happened here in the form of images.
Unraveling the mystery at the angelic level: "Time Reversal"!
Adam responded to Cyril's slightly surprised gaze with a slight smile:
"During the Third Age, I often spent time with Amon, watching him play pranks. It wasn't difficult to imagine some of his abilities," Xireen nodded with a smile, then shared his thoughts:
"I thought you would use methods more in line with the identity of the 'audience,' such as reflecting the inner world of those around you or something."
Adam pointed to the reflected light and shadow in the room and said, "But the 'Time Worm's' decryption ability is even more convenient, isn't it?"
"Moreover, inspiration, spirituality, and information can be deceived, hidden, and modified, but time is difficult to access. Even at the level of the past, only a few could touch time."
"It seems the symbol of 'King of Time and Space' is very powerful." Xireen sighed inexplicably. During the conversation, Melina's figure appeared in the retrospective light and shadow in the room. She sat quietly in front of the bed with her eyes closed, as if listening to something.
A moment later, she clasped her hands together in front of her mouth and nose, gazing fervently at the crystal chandelier in the room, her slightly parted lips murmuring:
"I will obey your command..."
"Praise be to you, weaver of all destiny, sing praises to you, supreme goddess of destiny, for all unjust fates will be judged by you."
Then the light and shadow in the room sped up slightly, and when it returned to normal, Melina was already sitting in front of the piano on the balcony, playing a piece she had never heard before with complete absorption.
As the performance continued, the other instruments in the room seemed to resonate with it, or as if they were being manipulated by an invisible spirit, and they all joined in the performance, creating a magnificent and grand symphony.
Gradually, something invisible seemed to be touched, and even the light and shadow formed by the "time reversal" became distorted and blurred.
Cyril frowned slightly; he sensed a familiar aura, or rather, a power.
"It was fate! Her performance touched fate!"
"But she's only a Sequence 7 or so Extraordinary...:"
"Don't think about it, don't listen to it. Even if you look back, these voices still have incredible power."
Adam's calm voice rang out, causing a ripple in Sirion's heart. His agitated emotions were soothed, his thoughts became focused, and he could no longer hear any extraneous sounds.
As Adam blocked the influence of Melina's music on him in the light and shadow, the light and shadow that had been distorted by the music in Cyril's eyes became much more normal.
He saw Melina sitting at the piano, engrossed in her performance, and saw the illusory figure behind her without arms, as well as the destiny that was now manifesting.
In that instant, a flood of information rushed into his mind, and at the same time, he felt the gaze cast upon him from the starry sky.
"The goddess of fate, the weaver of destiny for all things, the symbol of final judgment, the goddess of eternal future..."
As the murmurs faded, the magnificent and colossal Church of Bones rose up, isolating the astral realm, the spirit realm, and even reality.
Influenced by the Church of Bones, the light and shadow that Adam had retraced using his imagined "Time Worm" ability vanished silently.
Everything unfolded logically and reasonably, just like a script written by an "author".
"Fate..." Adam murmured, looking at the spot where the light and shadow had disappeared.
Then he turned his head to look at Sirion, a pure and clear light flickering in his pale gold eyes.
The next second, Cyril, who was being bombarded by a flood of information, suddenly felt relaxed, as if he had put down a heavy burden. He took a sip of iced drink on a hot summer day and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
After organizing the extra information in his mind, he turned to look at Adam.
The latter nodded slightly to him and said with a sigh, "Fate is the most mysterious and wondrous thing."
"The 'Goddess of Fate' in the starry sky has taken notice of you. From now on, your fate will become unpredictable and dangerous."
"The 'Dreamer' doesn't concern himself with fate, and I can't offer help in that regard. Perhaps you need to meet with 'Reality' and obtain its approval before you can receive Urelius's assistance."
"Or, you could find and persuade the little snake that's hiding."
>