Krafft's Anomaly Notes

At the moment when he noticed the light in front of him, Green understood why all he got were vague descriptions.

It cannot be described exactly, but it evokes countless similar but completely different scenes in my memory at the moment I saw it.As if in a dream, when passing through the lengthy church corridor with all the saints hanging their heads, the gray-white light that comes in from the exit at the end is diluted and diluted to every sub-plane.

The light, which was too faint to distinguish anything, was integrated with the mist.The sound of the falling waterfall, which was closer than ever, pushed the light mist to diffuse from the hall to the corridor.

The light source does not flicker, which may be the reason it is considered to be more like a celestial body, but this is under the stratum that has not received even a ray of light from the sky since birth, and where can the celestial body shine here?

During the rapid approach, the light did not disappear like last time, but maintained an uneasy stability, like an invitation waiting for the discoverer to arrive, or a kind of pure indifference.

【At this moment? 】

Green had a choice between chasing the light source or looking for the two teams who failed to return immediately, but did not get an answer.

Step forward, or the turbulent water flow pushes forward. Before rushing out of the exit of the passage, the monks drew their weapons one after another, preparing to deal with threats that might exist in any direction.

The unsheathed metal vibration could not be heard very far. In the vast water vapor, everyone's voice was restrained around the body, or was washed away by the loud noise of the falling waterfall, and everyone was indulging in the indifference and isolation like that light. atmosphere.

They quickly discovered that there was no need to think about how to grab the light source.

That light, as well as the source of those mist, was right in front of them, majestically placed in the most conspicuous place for a week.

At the end of the steps concave towards the center of the hall, a hexagon with a dim light appeared.

The mouth of the well, the mouth of the hexagonal deep well, was spewing out a huge amount of mist caused by the waterfall; the bleak light crawled out of it, and with the water mist, it touched every adhereable surface, dyeing the hall in a strange state. True color, or no color at all.

Instinct tried to convince logic that it was a celestial light, even though what was seen was beyond perception.

This produces a sense of up and down dislocation that makes the vestibular balance device inverted, as if a dead moon is passing by the other side of the giant well at this moment, and the mist that permeates the dark light is the painful seepage dripping from its necrosis.

They breathed the moisture-laden gas, and felt that their vocal organs were choked, making it difficult for them to speak.

The first thing to arise is the emotion that is most likely to arise when facing something that subverts cognition, a kind of panic that spreads silently, nailing the footsteps in place, nailing to death in the cold turbidity.

By the time their consciousness realized that the most reasonable choice was to retreat, they had already stood in the ground-glass-like fog for a while.

No one knows how long it was, maybe it was just a moment of stupefaction, or maybe a whole hour has passed.

But when they came back to their senses, the first thing they felt was the damp cold from the skirts, and the coldness penetrated from the gaps in the boot barrels and licked their ankles.

It seems that the light naturally has the power to fascinate, forget time, and exceed the limit of the word charm.

Probably because of the discipline engraved into the conditioned reflex, coupled with the piety that supported the precarious spirit, the monks did not continue to act, but they did not retreat, but looked at the leader at the front of the team.

【What to do? 】

Without looking back to meet those eyes, Green knew what they were going to ask, but he had no answer.

The current situation is beyond the scope of any plan, and Kraft's suggestion is equally useless here.Maybe they dared to swing their knives at the horned devil in desperation, but they may not be able to overcome the dark and faded unknown.

After all, no one knows what it is. It is something that cannot be described in words, and of course it cannot be recorded in the holy scriptures.

A voice in his ear told him that he should go back at this time, and the entrance of the tunnel was behind him.

Step back, run back, and they'll be gone in no time, fleeing like mice back into the reassuring darkness.

He thought it was an auditory hallucination, and then felt that it was a suggestion from a monk behind him. He was about to speak out angrily, but found that it was his own voice, which came from the echo of his subconscious.

As long as you go back, you can continue to enjoy the transcendent status of the youngest priest of the Inquisition.

It is too difficult to climb this step from the son of a cobbler, there is no need to bury a promising life here meaninglessly.

Regardless of self-interest, it is also the best choice to immediately stop the loss and bring people back, and other people can also testify for him.

"Ha" Green breathed out, the water mist in front of his face receded slightly, and then rushed towards his mouth and nose again, "Go back."

Relieved, the monks pulled up their boots from the water.

They retreated a few steps towards the exit of the waterway, and then stopped one after another, looking at the priest who was still standing there without moving.

"Next, Vadin will take over my business and ask someone to go back and inform the trial court. There are other professors." He took out a torch and lit it on the flame that was about to be extinguished by the water mist. Green wiped Turning off the dew on his face, "I'll go and find those two teams."

"I hope Heavenly Father hasn't called me to report on my duties so early."

Along the edge of the hall, he headed in the direction of exploration, walking into the depths of the mist.

The two monks did not leave with the team. After being in a dilemma for a while, they gritted their teeth and chased after Green, and followed behind without saying a word.

After the number of people decreased, the atmosphere of indifference and mutual isolation became stronger.Obviously there are only two positions successively, if you don't pay attention to the positions of others at any time, you will be born at any time, the terrible loneliness of being trapped alone in a corner of the bleak domain.

For the two monks who followed impulsively, this was a breeding ground for fear and wavering.

But for a person whose instincts are sharp enough to swing a sword without seeing, the dullness of vision will not dull it.

Even without sight, he can perceive quite a few things.The loud sound of falling water that fills the space is indeed much closer than when it first arrived.

This explains a lot, for example, the bottom of the hexagonal giant well is not an endless void, but a large and limited water area.It can be imagined that it is gradually filled, and the water level rises, approaching the mouth of the well.

And the sound is still changing, the majestic loud noise of a huge amount of water falling to the water level and heading straight into the depths has become shallower, like a reef appearing under the water surface, smashing the undercurrent.

The "reef" was still rising until it surfaced, like a deep lake suddenly drying up, the waterfall hammered on the hard and uneven lake bed, breaking and splashing, creating more water mist, in a gradually increasing eruption airflow Ascension, pouring into the hall.

When the turbulent and high-speed airflow reached its peak, everyone heard a low, dirty, long sound like a whale's cry, full of grief and sorrow.

Seeing that the former had some enlightenment, the monk who followed Green threw away his torch and flew towards them, pushing them away together.

Several new-born ravines with sharp edges radiate from the hexagonal deep well, carved into the stone steps, and the rocks in the wedge-shaped section disappear as if they fell into another world.

Mom!