Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The moment he discovered the existence of light in front of him, Green understood why he had only received vague descriptions.

It cannot be described accurately, but the moment I see it, it evokes countless similar but completely different scenes in my memory. As if in a dream, when walking through the long church corridor with all the saints bowing their heads, the gray light shining through the exit at the end was diluted and spread to every plane.

The light, so faint that nothing could be distinguished, became one with the mist. The sound of falling waterfall, closer than ever, pushed the light mist to diffuse from the hall to the corridor.

The light source does not sway, perhaps because it is considered more like a celestial body, but this is under a layer that has not received even a trace of light from the sky since its birth. Where can the celestial body come from to shine here?

During the rapid approach, the light did not disappear like the 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 to decide whether to chase the light source or search for the two teams that failed to return immediately, but did not get an answer.

The steps moved forward, or the increasingly turbulent water pushed them forward. Before rushing out of the passage exit, the monks drew their weapons, preparing to deal with threats that might exist in any direction.

The vibration of the unsheathed metal could not spread far. In the vast water vapor, everyone's voice was restrained around them, or was dispersed by the loud sound of the falling waterfall, leaving everyone indulging in indifference and isolation like that kind of light. in the atmosphere.

They soon discovered that there was no need to think about how to catch the light source.

That light and the source of the mist were right in front of me, and they were placed in the most conspicuous place for a week.

At the end of the stairs that are concave toward the center of the hall, a hexagon that emits a dark light appears.

The wellhead, the wellhead of that hexagonal deep well, is spewing out a huge amount of mist stirred up by the waterfall; the pale light crawls out of it, and with the water mist, it touches every adherent surface, dyeing the hall into an indescribable color. True color, or lack thereof.

Even though what he saw was beyond cognition, instinct tried to convince logic that it was a celestial light.

This creates a sense of up and down dislocation that makes the vestibular balance invert, as if a dead moon is passing by the other side of the giant well at this moment, and the water mist that shines through the dark light is the painful ooze dripping from its wet gangrene.

They breathed in water-laden air and felt that their vocal organs were choked, making it difficult to speak.

The first thing that arises is the emotion that is most likely to arise when facing something that subverts one's understanding, a silent spreading panic that nails the steps in place, nailing them to the cold turbid current.

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

No one knows how long it was. It might have been just a moment of confusion, or it might have been a whole hour.

But when they came back to their senses, the first thing they felt was the dampness and coldness on their clothes. The coldness penetrated through the gaps between the boot barrels and licked their ankles.

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

Probably due to the discipline ingrained in their conditioned reflexes and their piety supporting their precarious spirit, the monks did not continue to act, but they did not retreat either. Instead, they looked at the leader at the front of the team.

【What to do? 】

There was no need to turn around to meet those eyes, Green knew what they were going to ask, but he had no answer.

The current situation was beyond the scope of any plan, and Kraft's advice was of no use here. Maybe they dare to swing their swords at the horned devil in despair, but they may not be able to overcome the darkness and fade into the unknown.

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

A voice in his ear told him that he should go back now, as the tunnel entrance was behind him.

Take a few steps back, run back, and they're gone in no time, escaping like rats back into the comforting darkness.

He thought it was an auditory hallucination, and then thought it was the suggestion of a monk behind him. He was about to yell angrily, but found that it was his own voice, coming 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 from a cobbler's son to this step, there is no need to bury a promising life here meaninglessly.

Not for personal gain, it is also the best choice to immediately stop the loss and bring the person back, and other people can also testify for him.

"Ha" Green blew out a breath, and the mist in front of his face dissipated slightly, then came back to his mouth and nose, "Go back."

Relieved, the monks pulled their boots from the water.

They took a few steps back towards the exit of the waterway, then stopped one after another and looked at the priest who was still standing there motionless.

"Wardin will take over my affairs next and ask someone to go back and inform the Inquisition about the professor." He pulled out a torch, placed it on the flame that was about to be extinguished by the rising water mist, and ignited it. Putting the dew on his face, he said, "I'll go find those two teams."

"I hope Heavenly Father has not called me to report on my duties so early."

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

The two monks did not follow the team and left. After being in a dilemma for a while, they gritted their teeth and chased Green, following behind without saying a word.

As the number of people decreased, the atmosphere of indifference and isolation became stronger. Obviously there are only two places at once, and if you don't pay attention to the position of others at all times, you will feel the terrible loneliness of being trapped alone in a corner of the gloomy realm at any time.

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

But for those whose intuition is keen enough to wield a sword when they cannot see, visual dullness will not dull them.

Even without the use of sight, he can detect many things. The loud sound of falling water that filled the space was indeed much closer than when it first arrived.

This explains a lot, for example, the bottom of the hexagonal well is not endless void, but a large and limited water area. You can imagine it gradually filling up, the water level rising, approaching the wellhead.

And the sound is still changing. The majestic and loud sound of a huge amount of water falling towards the surface of the water and rushing into the depths becomes shallower, like a reef appearing under the water surface and breaking the undercurrent.

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

When the turbulent and high-speed airflow reached its peak, everyone heard a low, dirty sound like a whale's cry, full of long and painful sounds that made people's eyes split open.

The monk who was following Green seemed to have received some enlightenment when he saw the former. He threw away his torch and rushed towards them, pushing both of them away.

Several new ravines with sharp edges radiate from the hexagonal deep wells and are carved into the stone steps. The rocks in the wedge-shaped section are missing as if they have fallen into another world.

Oh my god!