Chapter 972 — Like a Shadow
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
The next second, the illusion of the chaotic starry sky swiftly contracted and vanished, and the things of the reception hall that had been swallowed returned to Luo Yan's sight. He frowned slightly and shook his head. "Only an insignificant shadow..."
"It does not matter. A shadow is already enough to prove your sincerity," a hoarse, low voice suddenly sounded by his ear—a voice he knew exceedingly well, the voice that every descendant of Augustus would hear, echoing endlessly in the deepest reaches of that nightmare palace. "I did indeed taste it... the power of divinity and faith. A fine appetizer."
"I have shown my sincerity. Now it is time for you to show your stance," Luo Yan said coldly. "Do not forget what you promised."
"Of course, of course—we have both had enough of this mutually tormenting relationship. That is what we share. You make yourself a springboard to let me return to the world 'outside,' and I end the curse upon the Augustus family and never return... A fair bargain, and we both look forward to it," the voice said cheerfully, in a tone of utter sincerity. "I keep my promises more strictly than mortals do. You may rest entirely assured of that—after all, I am the eye of god, and I am above lying and deception."
"That would be best."
...
Gaoyang made his way to the broadest terrace of Meicen's home. Beneath the brilliant night sky of the polar region, he lifted his head and looked toward the mountain peaks where the Council headquarters stood.
Though night still held sway here, by Cecil reckoning it was already morning.
Gaosong's expression was somewhat grave.
For reasons he could not name, a faint unease had been nagging at him since the previous night. At first he had assumed it was the psychological strain of having spoken so long with the Dragon God about the Voyagers, the gods, the Reverse Tide, and the Black Pit. But as his thoughts gradually settled and a night's rest passed, that unease had not diminished in the slightest.
And the night before, he had vaguely sensed something like the "aura" of a Voyager relic. Faint as it was, and lasting less than three minutes, he was certain it had not been an illusion.
Talund did possess a number of Voyager relics, recovered piece by piece from every corner of the land by the dragons, but they had done nothing more than seal those legacies away. Under the Dragon God's absolute rule, no dragon would presume to touch a Voyager relic, let alone activate one. Yet last night Gaoyang was sure he had felt the pulse of some relic being activated... Without question, that was abnormal.
Something might be about to happen. The feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
(End of Chapter)