It doesn't require mobilizing too much magic, but rather establishing a connection with the realm of the dead and truly understanding the meaning of "death."
Moreover, she was somewhat afraid of the spirits that lived in the realm of the dead.
This made it impossible for her to understand those lost souls.
Viktor remained calm, as if he had expected this situation.
"I see."
He slowly closed his eyes and placed the book on the chair.
Aurelion watched Victor's actions with a sense of curiosity.
At that moment, a chilling aura rose from the ground and slowly ascended up her legs.
Feeling this familiar sensation, Aurelion couldn't help but look down.
The once bright earth, illuminated by the sun, was now gradually covered by a thick, eerie green fog.
She couldn't help but look around, a slight jolt of surprise running through her.
Could this force be...?
She already had the answer in her heart.
Because this is what her grandfather had shown her many times.
A sign of entering the realm of the dead.
Gradually, even the originally dazzling light was swallowed up by the thick fog, leaving only a faint fluorescent glow.
The surrounding space gradually distorted, and the ground beneath their feet began to slowly crack.
A nauseating stench rose from the soft soil, assaulting Aurelion's nostrils.
The sky, shrouded in green mist, gradually became chaotic and gloomy.
Above, the gloomy sky seemed never to brighten, forever shrouded in a thick cloud of smoke.
But the land before them was completely different from what Aurelion had seen before.
Originally, the land of the dead should have been deathly silent, with the dark, scorched earth constantly filled with the smell of dampness and decay.
But the realm of the dead here is covered by a golden wheat field.
Although the stench of decay still lingered in the air, the constant flow of life brought her a unique kind of comfort.
It felt as if the warm spring breeze was blowing across the winter land.
It was clearly the domain of the dead, yet this vitality made the place seem particularly jarring.
She seemed to realize something and exclaimed in surprise.
"This...isn't this the wheat sheaf of the goddess of fertility?"
"That's right."
Suddenly, Victor's voice rang in her ears.
"The power of the goddess of abundance can bring life to any land."
"Even in the territory of the dead."
Unbeknownst to them, Viktor was already standing beside Aurelion:
"Necromancy is the magic that governs death."
"But life and death are always intertwined."
As Viktor spoke, a gentle breeze swept across the land.
The boundless golden wheat field rippled.
A shimmering golden light floated slowly, and an overflowing aura of life burst forth.
"Just like this land, even in this most desolate space, there is still life."
Aurelion felt the lush vitality, her body seemingly drawn by some force.
A warm feeling flowed through her body, as if she were in her mother's arms.
She gazed at the golden waves of wheat, seemingly lost in thought.
His body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to become one with the earth.
But the somber green of the sky above clashed sharply with the golden hue.
It was as if daylight and night had merged, utterly absurd.
"What matters is what you see."
Victor looked ahead, where the golden hue of the wheat field slowly rose, illuminating the pale green sky.
In the blink of an eye, the entire realm of the dead seemed to have been purified.
The thick, dark green fog was slowly dispelled by the golden light, revealing a clear, hazy yellow sky.
"Is it a ghost, a vengeful spirit that cannot find peace even in death?"
As Viktor's gentle words echoed in my ears, the fiery orange sky seemed to burst into flames.
That was the most perfect cloud flame before the sky was about to fall silent.
"Or perhaps it is the last song of the living before their death."
The vast cloud cover was completely ignited by the intense heat, spreading for thousands of miles.
The golden waves of wheat and the crimson sky seemed to slowly merge together in the distance, making it difficult for Aurelion to distinguish between the earth and the sky.
Her eyes widened, her silver hair swept over her shoulders in the breeze and billowed behind her.
Under the golden light, her long silver hair appeared so noble and flawless.
At that moment, Aurelion's eyes reflected the crimson gold.
A sense of enlightenment and hope seemed to be quietly ignited within me.
...
Inside the towering steel castle, black steel towers rise from the ground, supporting the magnificent palace.
The beautiful auctioneer sat calmly in the palace.
Behind her stood four or five burly bodyguards.
With just one glance, one could feel the oppressive and terrifying pressure emanating from these bodyguards, like giant beasts standing guard in place.
Surrounding them was a row of noble lords who had attended the auction the previous night, all of them wearing various longswords at their waists.
Seated directly in front of the nobles was King Augustus.
Grand Duke Barlow sat on a seat on a step slightly lower than the king's.
August nodded with a smile to the auctioneer from the Cassidra Merchant Guild:
"The specific compensation still needs to be verified by our kingdom."
"Rest assured, we will definitely give the Cassidra Chamber of Commerce a reasonable compensation price that is also acceptable to us."
The female auctioneer responded with a smile and a slight nod.
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