Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther realized she was standing on a quiet corridor.

Behind him is a chaotic shadow, and in front of him is a brown-red wooden door with a cross engraved on it.

She had seen this place before, when the goddess of the night and Zoya came here to meet Dazhbog. At that time, Ourolius was guarding the door...

Now, it was still a dream here, but there was no one there. The corridor without candlelight was darker than she remembered, and it was so deserted that it seemed as if it had been forgotten for a long time.

Esther put her hand on the wooden door and pushed hard.

The door shattered, and pieces of wood like fallen leaves flew down, gently grazing her cheek. A huge crack appeared where she was pushed, and the cross on it was torn apart.

Esther walked in. It looked like a prayer hall, but the surroundings were empty. The benches she had seen in the last dream were gone. There was nothing on the high platform where the cross should have been placed.

There was a too petite figure, kneeling at the front of the room with his head lowered. It seemed that the person was praying quietly with his hands clasped together.

Esther looked from the back and could only see the figure's long silver hair. The silver hair covered the ground around the person, occupying an area within two meters. The ends of the hair seemed to be pulled by invisible forces. Lifted slightly a few inches, rooted in the void.

Although there was no confirmation, Esther seemed to know who the other party was.

She walked forward and stopped outside the area where the silver hair was spread, hesitating about how to say hello.

Esther didn't hesitate for long, because the other person stood up from the hard and rough stone ground first and turned around.

The hair hanging in the void was broken inch by inch, but after the figure regained its footing, it quickly began to tremble like a snake's letter, and then was pulled and attracted again, penetrating some kind of boundary that Esther could not see, and hanging on in the air.

Even if he stood up, the figure's height only reached Esther's chest. The inside was a wide white linen long-sleeved robe, and the hem was dragged to the ground to completely cover the limbs. The outside was wrapped with a circle of gray-black cloth, rolled up in the white robe. The outside hangs down naturally and is fixed on the shoulders with silver rings.

From the featureless figure that was close to that of a child, Esther could not tell his gender, let alone his appearance - except for those thin lines of silver hair, the person in front of Esther had no face.

His face was only covered with a translucent hard shell, and the surface was a smooth, seamless gray substance that covered the entire head until it had the texture of skin down to the neck.

Inside, there are countless floating light spots, which converge and converge into an oval shape, and then split and circle at the edge, slowly rotating, pulling the silver light flow that disappears and appears around them.

The shape of the light is very similar to the model of the Milky Way that "Li Xing" has seen before.

Esther suddenly understood what Amon's clone meant by "shell". Now that she saw this shape, all she could think of was "shell", and on the inside, there seemed to be a light of consciousness hatching.

She stared blankly at the ball of light for a moment, until a buzzing voice fell into her ears:

"Hello, Li Xing."

He used Chinese.

Such a soft and high-pitched voice was closer to a girl's, but Esther had heard this voice elsewhere. When she communicated with her at tarot meetings, she always had a hoarse and mature tone.

"Zoya?" Esther asked softly.

The light was silent for a moment, and then slowly emitted a buzzing sound: "You can call me this."

"Where is this place?" Esther tried to look away from the light in the translucent head, but she couldn't help but look at the silver hair that was pulled into the void.

"You should know. Although it is not my wish, both Amani and Ouroleus have shown it to you."

Esther hesitated for a moment, thinking about her words: "Is it... the prayer room of the ancient sun god?"

"You should call him 'Daribog'." Zoya's tone was gentle and indifferent.

He tilted his head forward, and his silver hair slipped from the side. After being blocked, the light inside the shell converged, and Esther's trance-like feeling of being attracted also weakened.

Esther suspected that Zoya, who had no facial features, could not see her expression at all, but she still subconsciously showed a friendly smile: "I thought that was a very private nickname. If I called it that, you would be unhappy."

It took Zoya a moment to understand this sentence, or maybe his consciousness was far from as peaceful and rational as it appeared.

At this time, He gave Esther a feeling very similar to Ourolius. Even though Zoya's appearance still exceeded Esther's understanding of "communicable creatures", she was not as nervous as when she first walked into the room. .

"It's hard for me to say whether I'm unhappy or not, but that's just a title," Zoya finally responded, "I'm very happy that you can have these confusions that I can't feel."

His words gave Esther a chill in her heart, but Zoya's tone had always been gentle. Esther was certain that this was Zoya's current normal state: "You are in a very bad state."

"We always have."

Zoya raised his arm, and his right hand stretched out from the cuff of his robe. There was not much blood in his arm. From the pale wrist to the bottom of the sleeve, silver thread-like blood vessels could be seen. He turned his arm, as if Trying to get Esther to see more clearly.

And His nails are more similar to snake scales. Around the nails, there are circular scale patterns that merge with flesh and blood.

The light on the inside of his face was a little dim: "I don't have the authority of the Creator. Before I get help from Dazhberg, this is the limit of what I can do to enter the real world stably."

Esther was silent for a moment, staring closely at the arm that looked more like a plastic model than a living thing.

Zoya seemed to be very concerned about Esther's silence: "What are you thinking about?"

Esther hesitated for a moment. Considering that her ability to distinguish between true and false words and emotions came from Zoya, she could only speak frankly about what she had just thought: "You are very different from what I imagined. Seeing your reality In this situation, I find that you seem to be more... fragile."

"Because I am just a fragment, a reflection shown in the broken lens. My true source is not such a fragile and incompetent existence."

Zoya took a few steps closer to Esther. His body was very stiff, and he almost moved forward a certain distance, just like the natural joints and balance of human beings, which made him feel sluggish.

Esther naturally remembered what someone had told her before: "The Key of Light?"

"Yes, the incarnation of destiny that we should be familiar with. Long before the birth of the new spiritual world, the incarnation of fate was already watching the endless river. And when the new spiritual world was born, the shadow of the incarnation of fate followed the river again. In the spiritual world, this is a natural thing. Before the arrival of 'awakening', it was always like this in the past.

"However, the Lord of the Spiritual World, who has partial authority over 'destiny', did a very bad thing. He could not tolerate anyone with him infiltrating his own domain. So he tore off the shadow and swallowed him."

Zoya raised her head higher and approached Esther. Her body floated and floated. This movement involved some of Zoya's hair, making them taut like strings.

In Zoya's head, the light rotating like a galaxy shook slightly, and a kind of pain related to it was conveyed. Esther realized that she was sensing some of Zoya's emotions. It was very slight, but for Zoya, who had always been indifferent, it was already a strong change.

Esther reached out and held Zoya's shoulders, letting him return to the ground. She subconsciously lowered her voice: "I'm sorry, I don't understand these things, but it sounds disgusting..."

Zoya was quiet for a while, seeming to be wondering about something, then he spread his hands towards Esther: "Lower your head."

The light in Zoya's face gradually brightened, and they became more attractive when they flickered. Esther could feel that this was a manifestation of His heart's desire.

Esther hesitated for a few seconds, and finally knelt down on one knee and bent down so that Zoya's hand could get closer to her, and a cold touch spread across her face.

This "He" with the figure of a child raised his hand a little higher and slowly touched Esther's cheek. Zoya traced the shape of Esther's face with fingers that were so cold that they had no warmth. .

This made Esther have to hold her breath. She didn't know why Zoya would act like this, but after considering the various gaps between the two and the weirdness of this dream, Esther decided to go with it. Come according to Zoya's wishes.

Finally, Zoya's left hand came to rest on Esther's right eye and slowly drew a circle: "His malice, His plan. I told Him several times that fate never favored Him, but He never believed it. Pass."

Esther didn't hold back and asked, "Are you familiar with Amon?"

"The Lord of the Spirit World tore me apart from the chaos through 'error'. The Lord of the Star World tore the uniqueness of 'Error' from the Lord of the Spirit World." The buzzing became sharper, and Zoya actually let out a Ribbon's trembling chuckle, "Between the irresistible convergence and separation, their reincarnation falls on us..."

Esther felt a little dizzy. What Zoya said was too abstract for her: "Who are they you are talking about?"

"Origin Castle, Lord of the Spiritual World."

After Zoya said this name, the silver hair on her head suddenly trembled, and it was all taut under the pull of the void. Such a sudden change caused her center of gravity to subconsciously fall backwards, and she fell to her knees and fell to the ground.

Esther instinctively stretched out her hand and held Zoya's shoulders.

His body was also very light. Esther didn't know whether the touches in the dream were real, but the steady weight on her hand was not much heavier than a piece of foam board.

The buzzing intensified.

Zoya grabbed Esther's arm that was supporting him. When he raised his head again, Esther noticed that the shell of his face was already covered with cracks.

Zoya squeezed Esther's arm harder: "Also, the Sea of ​​Chaos, the Lord of the Star Boundary."

"That is……"

Before Esther could ask her question, the shell on Zoya's face suddenly shattered, and bits of light were released from it, flooding into her eyes like a sea of ​​stars.

She was so close that she didn't even have time to retreat.

"Let me look at the memories with your eyes."

Zoya's gentle voice echoed in Esther's mind.