Going down the stairs, Tavernall noticed that there were words appearing on the wall at hand from time to time, as if they were carved by someone.
But the words themselves don't seem to come from the same person, and the traces are deep and shallow, very irregular.
"Those are the traces left by the adventurers who came here."
Even though she didn't look back at all, Columbia still gave an answer when Tavernaar was confused, making people wonder if she had no blind spots.
"Adventurers can even go to this kind of place?"
"It's not surprising, we also came in."
"So what exactly is this place? If it is inside the wall, would the area of the tower be too small?" Tavernall felt quite unreasonable.
"I don't know~" Columbia answered the same way.
The two continued to go down and walked like this for nearly half an hour, but Tavernal still didn't see the end of the tower.
She looked up to see how long the stairs she had walked, and when she saw it, she almost thought that there was something wrong with her eyes.
She blinked and looked up again.
Well, not hallucinations.
It stands to reason that after walking up the stairs for half an hour, what she looked up to see should be layers of spiraling stairs.
But what was above their heads at the moment was still the pitch-black roof.
The distance between it and them has not changed.
If it weren't for them not being on the small platform at the starting point, Tavernall would have thought that he hadn't taken a few steps at all.
"Columbia," Tavernall said, "the ceiling followed us down."
Columbia didn't even look up, and said in a leisurely voice, "Yes, it was the same when I came last time. It seems to like us."
Don't say such thoughtful and frightening words...
Tavernall muttered in his heart, and then said: "So it's normal?"
"Yes." Columbia's words were not dead.
Then treat it as a normal phenomenon, don't think about it anymore, Tavernaar silently made a conclusion.
However, it seems that there are many more small white bright spots in the pitch black.
They continued to walk, and Tavernall looked up from time to time to make sure that the ceiling-like darkness was indeed going down in sync with them, neither trying to shorten the distance nor falling behind.
And every time it goes down a certain distance, the white bright spots on it will increase a lot.
As it continued to descend, the black curtain above the head gradually faded from its monotony, and the white light spots scattered on it flickered irregularly, echoing each other from a distance, and it looked like a night sky.
Tavenal looked up again, and a newly added "star" flickered, as if greeting her.
Finally, after another hour of walking, they finally descended to the bottom floor.
There is an arched passage ahead, and there are no other roads in sight. Seeing Columbia walk into the passage without hesitation, Tavernall also walked in together.
This passage is about [-] meters long, through the passage, Tavernall's eyes suddenly opened up.
A circular hall appeared before the eyes, and a strangely colored tree grew in the center of the hall.
It looks as if carved out of ice, every branch, every leaf comes to life.
The line of sight goes up along the tall ice trees.
It was an incomparably bright and gorgeous starry sky.
Tavernal remembered this starry sky, which was the dark night that gradually became complete in her eyes along the way, and the position and frequency of each star's twinkling were imprinted in her mind.
"Book of Narratives" trembled slightly.
Today, it has already been deeply connected with Tavernaer, and it is indispensable for recording this starry sky. However, the data input of this scale is far more than the text entered by Taverner before. thousand times.
These billions of stars are so vast that ordinary people can't see them just by looking at them.
Looking back from the stars above his head, Tavenal looked at Columbia beside him.
"What's next?"
Chapter 47 Dangerous Colleagues
"What's next?"
Columbia looked at the ice tree in the center of the hall, hummed a melody softly, and walked slowly towards the center of the hall, towards the tree.
"need my help?"
Tavernaar did not follow, but stood where he was.
Because from the moment the other party sang and took a step, an invisible pressure spread from her body, and continued to spread outward with the singing.
The crystal clear ice fog began to spread, converging into notes one by one, centering on Columbia, surrounding the entire hall.
Columbia seems to be completely immersed in her own world at this moment. She didn't answer Taverner's question, and the singing began to hover in the hall, ethereal and ethereal.
"Watch out for your partner."
The reminder of the young master's parting came to mind, Tavernaer pursed his lips, took a small step back, and returned to the passage.
Although a little cowardly, she did not forget to keep an eye on the scene in the hall.
She was curious about what would happen next.
What is the relationship between here and that wall?
How is Columbia going to fix the crack in the wall?
The icy blue eyes watched the back of the girl with her long hair dancing in the air with the elemental force. The white feathers on her head were like the six wings of an angel, sacred and white.
The girl closed her eyes peacefully, but it did not affect her actions. What does the world look like in her eyes?
Taverna was curious.
Along with the girl's chanting, the lightly flying snowflakes flew towards the giant tree that seemed to be carved, circling the trunk, extending to the branches, coiling and rotating.
The girl's singing also reached its climax. The piercing singing was like a stone falling on a calm lake. The initial ripples surged past and swept away in all directions.
click -
The ice and snow hovering on the branches suddenly gathered together, as if being pinched and compacted by a pair of invisible hands.
Eventually, it becomes a new leaf on the branch, with a clear and lifelike choroid.
Columbia's singing gradually calmed down, and the ripples on the lake surface were calming down, returning to the original calm.
And this private performance is drawing to a close.
Crack - clack la la...
But at this moment, the trunk of the giant tree cracked shocking cracks.
Tavernal doesn't know what that means, but just because Columbia's repair method is to gather new leaves on the tree, the damage to the trunk may not be good news.
The singing stopped, and Columbia silently stretched out her palm to caress the tree trunk.
"It looks like the damage is worse than it appears."
Columbia sighed softly, and looked back at Tavernal.
"Is it serious?" Tavernal asked.
After the other party stopped singing, she no longer had the feeling that her soul would be dragged away, so she tried to take a step, and also came to the tree.
"It has started to fester from the root. This is the foundation of that wall. The foundation is damaged. Even if the most obvious gap at the moment is repaired, it will not take long for the entire wall to collapse."
"How to repair the trunk, is it still like you just now?"
Columbia shook her head lightly, "That's too slow."
She seemed to see Tavenal's worries, and then added with a chuckle: "Don't be afraid, I have a faster way."
Tavernaar breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
"Next, please go back to that passage and wait. No matter what you see, please rest assured, it is a normal phenomenon." Columbia untied the hollowed-out mask in front of her eyes, and handed it to the tower Vinal.
"Please hold it well, or I may accidentally hurt you. I'm always in trouble for that kind of thing."
Now that the boss has explained, Tavernall obediently retreated into the passage without saying a word, waiting to see what the boss will do next.
It feels like she's really made up the numbers this trip. Obviously, Columbia can solve the problem by herself. The only thing she has done so far is to shorten the time to reach the northern border.
Is it rare that the meaning of her existence is to serve as a qualified vehicle?
After Tavernal backed away to a safe enough distance, Columbia also started.
She still has her eyes closed at this moment, but after losing the mask, the original tranquility on her face has disappeared. The corners of the girl's mouth are turned up, her lips are slightly parted, and a more high-pitched and melodious melody gushes out from her throat.
The beginning is the climax!
There was no foreshadowing, no reservations, a high-pitched sound was louder, and a blizzard suddenly rolled up in the hall.
The wind and snow swept around with the center of the hall as the center, and countless traces were drawn on the walls by the wind and snow. The soprano who broke through the zenith was wrapped in the wind and snow, as if the banshee who controlled the power of ice and snow was singing selflessly.
Through the barrier formed by the wind and snow, what Tavernaar saw was the blurred figure of the girl.
After consecutive whistles, the density of the sudden snow doubled again, and Columbia's figure was completely submerged in the snow.
No, her aura also disappeared at that moment, as if being shattered by the wind and snow, or voluntarily blended into the wind and snow.
In the next second, the entire hall was full of Columbia's breath!
She turned into endless snow, filling all the gaps in the hall.
A snowflake floated into the passage, and it swayed and fell on Tavernal's shoulder.
With a little curiosity, a little intimacy, like a newborn child.
More and more snowflakes discovered this unfilled space, and extended their arms towards it.
A feeling of being watched ensues.
It seems that ignorant children are tearing apart the wings of butterflies, and curious children are pouring boiling water on the ant colony.
Not malicious, but bone marrow freezing.
And at this moment, she is undoubtedly such a worm, whose life and death depend on a child's thought.
She finally knew where the strange sense of danger in the other party came from.
It is not equal looking at each other, nor is it equal giving. It is an instinctive retreat when dealing with non-human things. Although it is a human form, although a certain law is maintained, a part of human nature is still shifted and changed. For the unique values that ordinary people can't understand.
Fortunately, Tavernal still remembered the reminder before Columbia started.
A snowflake fell to her palm, and after touching the white surface of her palm, the snow that had been rushing in suddenly stopped. .
They began to recede towards the outside of the passage.
After getting out of danger, Tavernaer couldn't help but raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat that didn't exist, which was a common action she used to relieve her emotions.
After taking the white mask in his hand, Tavernar's mind became active again.
Since this thing is useful, maybe I can be bolder.
This is a good opportunity to observe Columbia.
Carefully condensing an arm-long popsicle in her hand, she held the popsicle and leaned out of the passage.
In the next second, the popsicle stick out was shattered by the raging wind and snow.
Seeing that there was only half of the stick left in her hand, she calmed down her eager heart again.
It's better not to die.
Chapter 48 Cropping
The wind and snow swept the audience.
The tree was wrapped in the bitter wind and snow, its branches and leaves shook, and it made a crisp sound of jingling bells.
Finally, just like the wind in nature takes away the leaves, such a violent wind began to roll the leaves off the branches.
The next second after detaching from the branch, the leaves shattered and merged into the wind and snow.
Then there are more and more leaves, and more and more snowstorms.
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