Flashes of light flow among the thorns, the thoughts of the ancient gods spread in the darkness, the broken body passes through the narrow gaps between the thorns, and the crumbling will crosses the abyss of madness and stupidity.

How long have I been traveling in this chaotic space? How much pollution from the ancient gods have I come into contact with? Am I now a complete individual, or just a fragment floating in the chaos that is about to be assimilated and absorbed by this chaos?

Agatha could no longer distinguish anything. She could not even distinguish the boundary between her own body and the chaos around her. In her vision, her body was like a ball of ink that was gradually dissipating in the water. The edges of her body had a fuzzy, smudged texture. It was as if she was not walking forward in the darkness, but flowing forward in a viscous fluid with similar properties to her own body.

She knew that everything was about to reach its limit - the elements, she didn't know whether these things had created all things in the world, but it was obvious that they created her current body.

Ice melts in water, atomizes in wind, and the counterfeits condensed from elements will return to the "sea" composed of elements. The so-called "personal will" in this body will soon become an inconspicuous point of light in this chaotic "sea", and become the "nutrients" of those glimmers that keep wandering in the thorns.

She was just a fake, she was just a shadow. She had the memory of twenty-four years of her life, in that memory were her hometown, her comrades, everything she loved and hated - but of those twenty-four years, perhaps only three days truly belonged to her, or even shorter.

For some reason, Archon Winston's voice seemed to suddenly echo in my mind, with a sigh and regret -

[“There is no point…”]

A living person with a real life commented on his life in this endless darkness, while a fake with only three days of life was passing through the darkness, trying to face the ancient god directly.

"How stupid..."

Agatha sighed softly, her voice dissolving into the darkness, turning into faint ripples, and in her mind, endless information was rising and falling, and the mysterious will composed of "0" and "1" washed over her mind.

She knew that she was about to dissolve in this huge will - even if it only stored the "flash" of the ancient god's thoughts at a certain moment, its huge scale was not comparable to her weak mind.

But it doesn't matter, she's already here.

She had passed through the vast jungle of thorns and reached the deepest part of the darkness.

The "tentacle" that was like a giant pillar supporting the sky stood quietly in front of her. The surface of the pillar was covered with mysterious dark blue lines. Against the dim and chaotic background, it looked like a monument recording ancient truths.

Agatha slowly raised her head and reached out her hand again, trying to touch the thing.

Black debris and smoke rose and floated in her vision.

Her skin had already been scratched by countless wounds from the thorns, and a black mud-like substance was now pouring out of her body like mist, dissipating and melting into the surrounding space. The rising black fragments and smoke were what was floating out of her body.

Agatha felt that she must look like a scary doll with cracks all over her body. Even if she was wrapped in bandages, it would not be able to hide her horrible appearance.

At the same time, the ancient god's "tentacles" did not respond to her touch.

It did not display any great power, nor did it reveal any terrifying side. It did not even show any reaction to external stimuli - the only feeling from the fingertips was a slightly cool and soft touch, and a little rough.

Is it because this is just an illusion projected from the deep sea? Or is it because my existence is too insignificant to attract the attention of the ancient gods?

Agatha frowned, thinking about what else she could do in this last moment, but after thinking for a long time, she found that there seemed to be nothing she could do.

She had reached the end and understood the truth about this darkness. She had passed through the thorn bush that symbolized the ancient god's thoughts, and witnessed part of the true appearance of the Lord of the Deep at the end of this darkness - she had even touched the tentacles of the ancient god with her own hands.

There are no more truths for me to discover, and no more missions waiting for me to complete - this last journey is more like satisfying my own obsession than fulfilling my responsibility as a gatekeeper.

Now, it's time to rest.

So Agatha exhaled softly, let her body relax, slowly turned around, and leaned against the huge tentacle, like leaning against a pillar.

"I don't have a soul to travel with..." Some strange thoughts suddenly popped up in Agatha's mind. She leaned against the darkness and muttered to herself, but soon she laughed at herself and shook her head, "Of course not. If I had a soul, I would definitely cause a lot of trouble to the 'gatekeeper' on the other side when I passed through that door... And if I passed through, what would happen to 'her'? One person can't pass through that door twice...

"I don't know what's going on at the cathedral... Have the guys who went down the well returned? But it seems we don't need to worry about them..."

She just kept talking to herself in the darkness, as if she couldn't control the wandering of her thoughts. Everything she was thinking came out unconsciously in her words.

But at this moment, a strange burning sensation suddenly interrupted her soliloquy.

Agatha suddenly woke up from her daze.

At this moment, she felt the flames burning her body. The horrible burning sensation seemed to burn through her soul in an instant. She felt her mind boiling in the flames. Her mind, which had almost been assimilated by this place, also woke up. She struggled to get up in the illusion of being burned by flames. She didn't know what happened, but the next second, a voice drilled into her mind -

"The fire is lit."

That was her own voice.

In the darkness, Agatha's eyes suddenly widened, as if she saw an illusion - she saw herself standing in front of a deep pool of black mud. The edge of the deep pool was full of disgusting cultists and demons. The mud in the pool was rolling and malice was spreading. She raised her hands high in front of the quagmire, like torches, burning brightly.

A hint of green suddenly appeared in the field of vision, as if an illusion had penetrated the boundary between reality and illusion.

Agatha lowered her head and saw that flames were burning on the surface of her arm, which had begun to disintegrate. The dark green flame was exactly the same as what she saw in the illusion.

In this passage constructed by flames, she suddenly felt it - she felt another thought, another self.

The other party also felt her.

She knew what she had to do—she still had something to do.

Agatha suddenly turned around and stared at the tentacle that was like a giant pillar reaching into the sky. The brightest smile since she stepped into this darkness bloomed on her face, and the bright light once again emerged from her eyes.

She took a step forward and stretched out her hands toward the tentacles. Her whole body was quickly engulfed by the flames, but the pain of being burned by the flames seemed to have become a great reward at this moment - Agatha opened her arms, which was the posture she saw herself making in front of the deep pool in that illusion.

As if in a hug, the gatekeeper pounced on the tentacle.

Great power will fight against another great power - those crazy believers want to use the gatekeepers to build a bridge for sacrifice, but this blazing fire will completely cut it off.

boom!

A terrifying roar was heard in the darkness, and flames swept across the chaotic and twisted space almost in the blink of an eye. In the overwhelming and rising spiritual fire, the huge tentacle instantly turned into a burning torch and vibrated violently in the flames.

Agatha felt that her flesh and blood were rapidly melting in the flames. Her body, which was originally made up of polluted substances, was now becoming a part of the flames that needed to be completely purified. However, she had no fear at all. Instead, she struggled to raise her head and looked back in the direction she came from.

The "thorn bush" was also ignited. In the madly burning spiritual fire, it looked like a strange and spectacular tree crown.

"Goodbye... Governor Winston..."

Agatha whispered to herself, hugged the tentacle even tighter in the flames, and quietly waited for the end of her fate.

However, just before her consciousness was about to fade away, she suddenly felt something.

The flames burned through herself and the tentacle. On the bridge built by the spiritual fire, she felt for the first time the response of this "ancient god's limb" to herself.

She looked up in astonishment, looking at the patterned surface of the tentacle, watching the flames flowing in and out of it, feeling the information injected into her mind from the spiritual fire. She saw that the surface of the tentacle seemed to have opened countless eyes in an instant, and those eyes were all frantically transmitting knowledge and information to her.

Finally, all the knowledge and information turned into a storm in the mind——

[11101001…11100101 10001000…10010011…]

A large string of "0" and "1" filled Agatha's last remaining thoughts.

But this time, she understood what they meant.

"Error...Copy..."

She read the information conveyed to her by the ancient god's limb in shock, trying to understand His intentions, and finally pieced together the answer.

She stared at the tentacle that was burned by the fire she had set.

"This is also... a fake?!"

The next second, the blazing green fire devoured her last bit of consciousness.