Nine and the others gazed at Jian, Asher, and Yue after hearing their words.
"An ancient mory?"
Jian had already briefed everyone outside the trial ground about the ancient mory Kyle had triggered earlier. The three people, one female and two males, in that mory were the
creators of the tomb they were standing in. So, is the mory unfolding before them also similar to that one?
Asher pointed at Elijah.
"I am certain he triggered the mory. This human arrived in this chamber before us."
Everyone scrutinized the burly human from head to toe, making him nervous.
Elijah promptly stepped back. He had already claid the treasures in this place, and he didn't want to lose them!
Unlike the others, Kyle quietly advanced toward the illusionary figure of the man he recognized standing before him. It wasn't solid but rather a form made of light.
He extended his hand toward the figure, only to see his fingers pass through it.
"It's been a while..."
Kyle rubbed his fingers together and observed the illusionary man standing before him, who gazed ahead with a hint of softness in his purple eyes. The Azazeal in front of him was completely distinct from the one he encountered in the No Mana Land, resembling a re ordinary human.
Kyle's words caught everyone's attention. Why does it feel like he was familiar with the man in the scene playing before them?
Not to ntion, the nacing and icy aura coming from Kyle's body was intensifying the longer he gazed at the figure of light.
Asher approached the silver-haired man with furrowed brows.
"Kyle, calm your aura. I'm getting chills, and if even I am feeling like that, I'm sure the rest are feeling even more uncomfortable."
The half-dragon was ignored as the silver-haired man abruptly bent down to place his palm on the ground beneath him. A trendous surge of spiritual energy erupted from Kyle's body, forcing everyone around him to step back.
Bia also left his shoulder with a curse and went toward Yue and Nox.
Everyone in the chamber was startled when suddenly nurous symbols started to light up the entire space around them.
Susan glanced at the symbols. He was sowhat skilled with arrays, but even he could not decipher what Kyle was doing.
"What's he trying to do?"
The old man's question echoed in the air, and the chamber fell eerily silent. Everyone gazed solemnly at the silver-haired man's back. They could sense it, sothing was definitely amiss with Kyle.
The hush was shattered by Elijah, who gasped in shock and profound respect as he laid his eyes on the symbols.
"He's trying to trigger all the old symbols etched in this chamber. Not just that, he's even attempting to fully command them..."
Susan glanced at him with surprise.
"You're familiar with arrays?"
Elijah nodded slowly. Sure, he was. Otherwise, how could he trigger the mory unfolding before him? He had begun delving into arrays from a very young age, so he had always taken pride in his proficiency in symbols and arrays.
Yet, witnessing the silver-haired man's expertise in arrays left him stunned and amazed. Kyle's proficiency in arrays had reached a level he had only dread of.
Yue reached out to touch a symbol, but her fingers passed through it.
"Why is he trying to trigger and control the symbols here?"
She whispered softly, and to everyone's surprise, Kyle actually replied.
"It's because I want to witness the whole mory stored in this place. The one playing now isn't complete; it's rely a fragnt of the captured mory."
After hearing his words, no one interfered and simply watched him silently.
Kyle's eyes narrowed in concentration as he started blending his symbols with the ones etched in the chamber. His spiritual energy spread out, surrounding the entire chamber, and faint, flickering figures of light started to take shape around him.
His thoughts were racing with endless possibilities, each pointing to a single answer he had already anticipated but wanted to confirm.
He recalled the words of the voice his bloodline forced him to listen to when he ascended to the transcendent rank. The voice disclosed that two individuals had betrayed Azazeal. One had departed the universe, while the others had perished.
Kyle then recalled the words spoken by the consciousness of the guardian of the tomb he encountered with Asher.
The woman also ntioned three individuals, one of whom ascended to the Celestial realm. She even ntioned that the one who killed her despises it when the na of the one who ascended to the Celestial realm is spoken.
"There were three people from the start... two of which betrayed the third one. And what a coincidence, even the old tale Aze shared with in the No Mana Land had three people in it?"
His words puzzled everyone around him. However, when the half-dragon heard the na Aze, his face fell. Why was the na Aze so eerily similar to Azazeal?
Asher instantly recalled the final words of the consciousness of the woman who identified herself as one of the guardians of the tomb.
"I am getting a bad feeling about all this."
He whispered under his breath and watched, like everyone else, as Kyle stood up and gazed at the illusionary figures of light beginning to form around him.
Bia wanted to fly towards Kyle but stopped when the latter snapped his fingers, and the ancient mory forming around everyone beca very vivid, almost as if the scene was
unfolding right before their eyes.
Imdiately, a painful sob reverberated in the air, and everyone snapped their heads towards
the figure of the crying woman that materialized in the distance.
The first thing that caught their attention was her body drenched in blood.
Then her long flowing disheveled hair and icy-hued eyes. The woman was desperately
inscribing symbols on the walls.
Kyle stepped toward the woman and glanced at her with an emotionless face.
"The ice enchantress..."
Everyone heard his words clearly, but their eyes stayed fixed on the crying woman made
entirely of energy.
It was rely an old mory, so she proceeded with her task. Her soft, whispered words reverberated through the air as she struggled to contain her sobs.
"I regret it... I am sorry, I regret it..."
Her body quivered when a deep male voice echoed in the air.
"Why are you crying for him? I told you, he belongs to the blessed race. The race that worshipped darkness! We took his power away so he wouldn't harm this world!"
Kyle gazed at the source of the voice. Imdiately, a familiar figure of a tall man with cyan
eyes and platinum blonde hair appeared in his vision.
The man stood beside the ice enchantress, his eyes devoid of any compassion, filled instead
with a mix of greed, anticipation, and a touch of apprehension.
"Nathaniel? The last human who ascended to the Celestial realm."
Kyle whispered as he stared at the man. The latter's hands were covered in blood and he was
holding a few bones.
Asher's forehead started to glisten with sweat as he watched the mory and listened to
Kyle's words.
'This is getting dangerous for so reason. I feel like I shouldn't be aware of the mory
playing before at all!'
Suddenly, Nine narrowed his eyes at the bones in Nathaniel's hands, noticing they were
enveloped in an otherworldly glow.
"What are those bones?"
He couldn't say more as the ice enchantress glared at the tall man in front of her with
bloodshot eyes.
"We shouldn't have hurt him... We shouldn't... You and I both know his race never worshipped
darkness!"
However, the tall man remained unfazed.
"Why are you getting on my nerves? We have finally acquired an otherworldly power! Now, we
can clear the last hurdle stopping us from becoming true Celestials! Let's leave the universe
together!"
"Lilith, co with . Let's leave this universe together."
He sat before the woman and extended his bloodied hand towards her with a smile, but the
woman swatted his hand away, tears streaming from her eyes.
"I should've never helped you... It's my fault for not seeing your true self sooner."
Nathaniel's eyes flashed with anger at her words, and with a frustrated expression, he swiftly
turned around and disappeared.
Kyle humd and glanced at the lone crying woman now left in his sight.
"Where's the person I'm looking for?"
He scanned the chamber, and at last, his gaze landed on the face he sought. In the far
distance, Azazeal's bloodied figure knelt on the ground.
Kyle moved towards the man. Azazeal whole body was covered in blood, a hole gaping in his
chest, as he stared blankly into the air. The smile on his lips seed out of place given his condition and vacant gaze.
Kyle tracked the motion of his lips. He appeared to be talking to himself.
"Why?"
A single word slipped from his lips before blood began to trickle from his mouth, and his
purple eyes reflected that he was enduring a tornt beyond death.
Kyle sat down on the soles of his feet to glance at him.
"The survival of the old tale you told forgave the entire universe, even after witnessing all
his loved ones being killed before his very eyes just because he encountered two good people... but I am sure he could no longer forgive anyone after even those two people
betrayed him."
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