What made the high priest's soul tremble even more was the silver threads and colorful colors entwined in it.
If he wasn't mistaken, the silver thread seemed to be starlight.
The seven colors are fragments of the breath of a higher-level and more incomprehensible existence!
But the God of Darkness had clearly already gone to war with the Goddess of Stars and Moon, so how could their magical auras be gathered together so harmoniously?
No matter how surprised the high priest was.
Enzo lowered his head, feeling the power boiling and surging in his body, almost bursting out.
It seems to be stimulated by external arousal, or like a natural counterattack after being offended.
This power, originating from darkness and entangled with starlight, is now completely dominated by the blessing of the "mysterious existence", unscrupulously displaying the sublimity of its status.
After waking up, he slowly raised his head, his lava-like eyes scanning the panicked dark cultists, and his voice was low as if coming from the furnace of the abyss:
"Wake me up... just to see this?"
He moved his wrists, and the restraints were gone, and the rough black cloak on his body moved without wind.
…
In the quiet room of the Star-Moon Church, the atmosphere was completely different from that of the Dark Church.
The air was filled with the faint musty smell of old paper and the fresh fragrance of icefield firs.
The old woman with elven features, Eliza, the headmaster of the Fortagan Institute of the Star-Moon Church, carefully opened the thick ancient scroll of the Star-Moon Church.
Pointing to a page with an ancient illustration of two overlapping moons and two elegant shadows standing below.
"Look, children." Eliza's voice was filled with a determined enthusiasm, her eyes darting between Anna and Monica. "Twin Shadows, Shadow and Moon Shine Together... The prophecy states that when the star orbits shift to the permafrost, twin daughters of Shadow will appear. Their souls will resonate with the Dark Moon, leading believers to break free from the shackles of false light...
"This description is so similar to the characteristics of your souls! You are the chosen ones guided by destiny to return to the arms of our Lord!"
Monica sat there quietly, her wine-red eyes as calm as water, as if she was listening carefully. In fact, her gaze had already penetrated Eliza's words and fell on the ancient pages that emitted faint magical fluctuations.
Her fingertips unconsciously slid lightly across the table, triggering the deep perception of an appraiser.
The identification technique operates silently.
The year of the paper, the composition of the ink, the binding technique... countless streams of information flooded into her mind.
The antiquity of the pages is real, and the feeling of having gone through a long time cannot be faked.
But... the direction of the lines on the edge of the illustration deviates very slightly from the writing style of the real ancient chapters.
The ancient prophetic text engraved under the shadowy image showed a barely detectable luster of fresh ink under the magic spectrum.
The binding of the entire illustration and its annotations creates a subtle, forced sense of dissonance with the preceding and following pages...
Not the entire book is fake.
But this most crucial page of the "Prophecy Atlas" is definitely not as old as the chapters around it.
It was later carefully patched in or, more accurately, inserted.
The technique is so sophisticated that it is enough to deceive most believers, and even appraisers who are not proficient in this field.
The corners of Monica's mouth curled up in a very subtle and cold arc.
So that’s it… It’s not about finding a prophecy, but about… creating a prophecy?
In order to keep them, or in other words, to take advantage of their shadow affinity talents that the Star-Moon Church coveted?
This so-called prophecy was nothing more than bait made up to win them over.
She was about to speak, but the words suddenly froze at her lips.
Anna, who was sitting next to her and had her eyes closed as if she was feeling the breath of the scriptures, suddenly opened her eyes!
A sharp light flashed in the depths of those light green pupils.
"Enzo's aura...power bursting out..." Anna's perception of aura is the strongest in the team.
With the blessing of the "mysterious existence", her abilities were enhanced in all aspects.
Although the distance was far and blocked by buildings, she was still able to sense and capture the power related to "darkness" and "colorful black light" emanating from the source of the brief and intense magical conflict!
She turned her head suddenly, her sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the stone wall and pierce towards a certain direction in the center of the gathering place, her body slightly tense.
Like a cheetah ready to pounce, he silently mouthed to Monica: Dark Church, Enzo, something's happening!
In the warm and quiet room, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The old woman Eliza noticed Anna's suddenly sharp aura, and the smile on her wrinkled face did not diminish, but even deepened a little.
"It seems the young elf has sensed something." Eliza's voice remained gentle, but a fervent curiosity flashed in her eyes. "A resonance of power, or perhaps the pull of fate? In this place, the forces of all sides intertwine, and undercurrents surge as a normal phenomenon. There's no need to panic."
Monica gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her burgundy eyes accurately captured Eliza's subtle expression changes, and she took over the conversation:
"The Master's Eye. Our companion, the reckless dwarf, seems to be experiencing some... power agitation. He's in that direction."
She nodded slightly and pointed in the direction Anna had just been looking at.
That is the sphere of influence of the Dark Church.
"As a newcomer, conflicts are inevitable. I'm afraid we might have offended the owner of this place. I wonder if the headmaster could lead us there to explore, firstly, to meet our companions, and secondly... to give us a glimpse of the other major power in the gathering place? This could also help clear up any misunderstandings for future interactions?"
"Visiting?" Eliza's fingers gently brushed the cover of the ancient Star-Moon Canon, her eyes gleaming. "Shadow and Star-Moon are two sides of the same coin, relying on each other. You two, blessed by the gods, naturally understand this. As for the Dark Sanctuary..."
She paused, a knowing smile on her face. "We live together in this place forgotten by the gods, so we'll see each other sooner or later. Since your companions are connected to the church members there, it's not a problem for me to take you there to visit them. It's just a normal interaction between neighbors."
She stood up, not quickly, but with an unquestionable sense of guidance: "Please follow me."
Anna and Monica exchanged glances, followed in tacit understanding without saying a word.
Walking out of the warm stone house and into the even darker corridor inside the church, Eliza, who was familiar with the place, did not go to the main entrance of the church, but instead went around to an inconspicuous back door deep in the building.
Outside the door was a narrow, cluttered alley that led directly to the even more chaotic core of the Fortagan complex.
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