In the surface layer of the Abyss, within the Unmelting Ice Valley.
Odeclass, clad in a black robe, sat on a crystal chair inside the palace on the cliff, his gaze quietly fixed on the mural on the wall.
In the mural was a pure white ice dragon, the very picture of Binaqionse.
His look was focused and filled with longing, like a devout worshipper in the church gazing at a sacred icon.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Odeclass shifted his gaze from the mural, and a Flame Mark appeared out of thin air in the cold hall.
This Flame Mark was identical to the one on Angel’s ear.
Through the connection to the mark, Odeclass saw the Flame Bird Cage in the Void. Upon seeing this birdcage, Odeclass knew that a throne was about to arrive.
Even upon knowing the throne was associated with flame, Odeclass’ expression did not change, and the aura he exuded remained as calm as ever.
“Is it a coincidence, or is it your machination behind the scene?” Odeclass looked up at the mural, and for a moment, it seemed he saw a human painter whispering in his ear.
Time passed, and a sigh echoed softly through the palace. Then, once again, a long silence reigned in the hall.
In the cemetery of the Land of Repose, in this space enveloped by the lengthiest night of ancient times, melodious music reverberated.
But suddenly, the music stopped abruptly.
In the bar at the center of the cemetery, Baltica placed the crystal harp back in her hands and looked towards the Void. Despite the distance, Baltica could still faintly see the existence of the Flame Bird Cage.
A puff of smoke emerged from Baltica’s mouth, and within the hazy smoke, a strange yet alluring voice slowly said, “The vision of the Abyssal Demon Eye is to stand eternal. Heh, visions are grand, but it’s already difficult enough to ensure one’s own immortality, let alone keeping a city standing through eternity.”
“Oh, that boy seems to be still inside, right? Tsk tsk, quite an interesting human; I wonder if he’ll be able to come out alive.”
In a deeper part of the Void, far beyond the endless spatial distance from Lassudral.
A door of light pierced through the lightless nightfall.
Galal stepped out from the door of light, quietly observing the pitch-black Void before him. As a faint fluctuation took hold, a greenish ghostly flame lit up in the dark world.
This green ghostly flame was exactly the same color as Aoluxiya’s eyes.
“Galal, I already know your intentions.” There was no voice, only a ripple that slowly spread out, causing the newcomer to bow his head slowly.
“I also didn’t expect that the Abyssal Monarch would seize the power of the Abyssal Demon Eye at this time.”
As he spoke, Galal could clearly sense a flash of yearning in the ghostly green flame before him.
“Galal, you should go.”
Galal nodded, ready to turn away, but then the entity in the Void suddenly added, “Take it with you.”
A flicker of light passed, and right in front of the green flame, an apparition of a figure appeared out of nowhere.
When Galal saw this figure, a hint of surprise emerged in his usually unfathomable eyes.