Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"a new day?"

Esther questioned in disbelief, and the "pale bone nail" hangs weakly to the ground.The voices she heard earlier clearly showed the end of the city, which is probably the direction of the nightmarish doomsday.

Where is the new day?
Esther subconsciously took another two steps forward, almost touching the light curtain, trying to see the situation in the small town below more clearly.

The city's layout planning can be said to be disorderly, with only a few intersecting main roads being the clearest.

Residential houses of different styles are scattered on both sides of the street in a disorderly manner. The building materials are not uniform from trees to stones, and most of them are low-rise bungalows.The upper street is also mixed with vendors made of slats, and the lower street may have a few twisted and thick giant trees, like aliens squeezed into the gray and white stone houses.

Esther couldn't tell what specific functions those buildings had, but she could see rings of thorns, olive branches and wreaths hanging everywhere in the street, and almost outside the doors of most houses, there were hangings with yellow feathers, black feathers and A circular dream catcher tied with white silk threads.

Apparently there was some sort of custom in the city, or some festival the inhabitants were preparing for.

In the very center of the city stood a black church with a bell tower, and in front of it was a square paved with gray stone bricks.

What attracted Esther's attention the most was the top of the clock tower, where there was a huge bird's nest woven with long silver threads. Although separated by a light curtain, Esther could feel the light gathering in the depths of the bird's nest.

"What's in that lair?"

The crow kindly replied: "Of course there will be eggs in the nest, and there are quite a few of them."

Esther was silent, thinking that snakes and birds lay eggs, she realized that the unhatched eggs in the nest might not have a fixed shape.

"A crow's egg?"

"Hahaha, how is it possible." The crow smiled happily.

"Clang—clang—"

The melodious bell rang from the bottom of the lair, constantly echoing throughout the small city.

Everything before Esther's eyes suddenly became dazzling, as the crow said before, "a new day", dawn.

When the morning bell rang, the dazzling sunlight pierced through time and poured down from the light curtain that closed the outside world, holding up this "Land Abandoned by God" the only small city that existed in daylight and did not sink into night.

Walking out of the long-term darkness and seeing such a sunny town, it is easy to give people the illusion of "Xanadu".

"They..." Esther stretched out her hand to stick to the light curtain. She leaned close to the impenetrable barrier, greedily watching the scene in the town below, barely able to see the swaying figures coming and going.

The crow just chuckled twice without giving any explanation, letting Esther witness the operation of the town with her own eyes.

Esther heard those tiny voices again, not calls, but various inner voices, mixed together in disorder, like a symphony without rhythm:

From complaining about not waking up and wanting to get back under the quilt again, to hesitating what to eat in the morning and what to eat at night, and hoping that time will go slower, and you will be late soon, etc., these are extremely routine and insignificant matter.

She is listening to the thoughts of the residents of the city.

At sunrise, people are awakened by the sound of bells, stepping out of their homes and taking to the streets, greeting people they know with a smile, picking and choosing from vendors...

A corner of trivial life made Esther feel in a trance, spanning an unknown number of years, and the lives of these people seemed to be not far from the ordinary people she saw in Tingen, even though the clothes, language and daily habits were completely different. Different, yet so consistently living a flat life.

Among those chaotic inner voices, Esther noticed a frequently repeated word, "Sacrifice of Good Dreams".

This would explain the curious decoration of the streets and houses here and there.

Esther noticed that once someone leaves the range outside the halo, the moment the person or object leaves the light curtain, they will turn into specks of light and shadow, and then directly dissolve on the light curtain.

But the rest of the people didn't feel it, as if they didn't see this scene.

The young man in the wagon stuck to the girl next to him, talking and laughing, driving the giant brown-haired horse to move forward, because they were getting closer to the uphill, and Esther could see their faces A look of hope.

The gigantic horse nearly two people tall hit the light curtain and shattered into flying spots of light, but the carriage continued to move forward.

Until the two smiling men and women who were talking about returning to their hometown to meet their parents also disintegrated within an arm’s length away from Esther, and their figures directly turned into bits of light, blending into the light curtain that isolated the inside and outside.

"What the hell is this?" Esther turned her head and stared at the crow.

Crow tilted his head innocently: "You can guess."

Esther had a vague guess, but felt weird.Since there is such a town related to "Skylark" and "Zoya", why is there no relevant record in the City of Silver?

Three rings, a silver dream catcher, pale yellow feathers, but why are there black feathers?
The time in the town continued to pass, and the sunlight that was bound outside of time gradually changed color, turning into a warmer dim yellow.

When the twilight turned from rich to dark, the residents who were still staying in the town gradually gathered in the square, regardless of age, gender or race, they all held wreaths made of olive branches as the main body, waiting quietly for something.

Esther very much suspected that the two people wrapped in black cloaks were blood races, because when the people around them greeted each other, they even carefully avoided stepping on their cloaks, as if they were afraid that they would expose their faces to the sun.

A black bird flew out of the nest at the top of the clock tower and landed on the top of the boulder in the center of the square.

Esther could almost hear its mocking laughter from a long distance away.

Within a few minutes of the dark night, Esther heard a very clear call, and they were praying to the "Light of Destiny".

No, not quite right...

"You have changed the direction of prayer." Esther gradually clenched her hands outside the light curtain.

The crow raised its tail feathers happily, and happily hopped around Esther, observing her indifferent expression: "Since it is something that can be stolen, of course you don't have to work hard to start from scratch! This is not very interesting." result?"

Esther carefully distinguishes the mixed voices, and the prayers of each resident are different:
Some people hope for good luck, anxiously waiting for their family members who went out to hunt in the city to return safely tomorrow, and only hope that there will be no accidents;
The old man coughing softly is full of thoughts, hoping to dream of his deceased lover, return to his youth in his sleep, and walk on the street again;

There is a pair of sisters who have never left here since they were born, and they prayed that they could go to farther places in their dreams and want to know what the sea is like;

The energetic young man is full of passion, hoping that he will have the opportunity to be recognized, become an Extraordinary like his grandfather, and follow the flame of the "Angel of War";

There are even people who simply follow others to participate in the customs, hoping that the sun will go down soon, the ceremony will be over soon, and want to go to the tavern for a drink...

Everyone threw the knitting rings in their hands in front of the boulder, and then sang a carol in the square.

It's just the melody of "Edelweiss", which made Esther raise her lips uncontrollably. Now she can be sure that "Zoya" is related to her original world.

Esther felt that the thoughts in her mind were becoming blurred, and those prayers and singing seemed to surround her, giving her the illusion that she was in it and could touch the shoulders of these people by raising her hand.

Esther looked at the quiet crow: "Here is the anchor of 'Zoya'?"

"This was originally a town that believed in the 'Angel of Destiny'." The crow replied with a plausible nonsense.

"How could Ulorius agree with you to do such a thing? You, Amon and Zoya, actually stole an entire town that believes in 'Angel of Destiny'!?"

The crow narrowed his eyes: "Because both are the direction of 'fate', it is more convenient to combine similar concepts. How do you know that He didn't acquiesce in our actions?"

Esther closed her mouth, watching those distant and tiny figures spread out from the square, like marbles poured out of a basin, turning in all directions.

The night grew darker until the lights from the windows of the houses faded out.

"After this night comes, isn't it..."

"Yeah, the sun never rose again, and you saw what happened after that."

Esther's lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter the answer.

After that it will be "a new day".

The silence of the night was broken by a scream, and all the changes quietly started from this moment.

Esther heard the voices of both sides at the same time, one side was sometimes confused and sometimes sober, its scale-wrapped body smashed through the stone wall, chasing and killing the blood-stained person, while the other side panicked and ran anxiously on the street .

Several neighbors who heard the noise rushed to it. In a hurry, they could only wave the clothes stick or broom at hand, and surrounded the mutated monster.

An old man drove out of the big tree-like house and sprinkled seeds on the ground, and the rapidly growing plants rolled the monster into a ball.

Esther's brows became tighter and tighter: "Amon, what happened that day?"

The crow didn't answer her question, its black eyes were half-opened, reflecting the dim light from the periphery of the seal.

The next moment, there were screams from all over the town.

Monsters with different appearances went mad one after another in the darkness, and the people closest to them and bearing the brunt were naturally the people living under the same roof as them.

Those who quickly gathered to fight against them were obviously Extraordinary. They used the church in the center of the town as their stronghold, constantly organizing people to fight.

These Extraordinary people are not many in number, but they are enough to become the backbone of the residents' despair. Esther heard more and more prayers.

They pray to the "Light of Destiny", to the "Angels of Destiny" and "Angels of Time", and finally to the all-knowing and omnipotent Creator.

The voice Esther heard began to boil from pain and sorrow, to anger and fear, and finally to despair, because the number of "enemies" is increasing. The sound started to keep disappearing.

None of the calls were answered.

The light curtain became brighter, as if something invisible hit it, blended into it, and strengthened its essence.

All those who unfortunately lost their lives also began to mutate, their bodies fell to the ground, and new monsters climbed up from the ground, and then rushed towards the remaining crowd.

Esther knew what happened that day.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, striking the black church where the largest number of surviving residents gathered.

It withstood the first blow, but collapsed under the second bolt of lightning.