Chapter 62: Spreading Radiance

Chapter 62: Spreading Radiance

When Klein had been thinking of methods just now, one image had naturally appeared in his mind:

Between two mountain peaks, a sea of clouds abruptly “boiled” and split toward both sides, revealing a dark fissure with no visible bottom. Orange-red twilight filled it, forming a tangible road.

This was the scene created when the Blasphemer Amon had entered the dream projection of the Giant King’s Court.

Just as Klein felt he did not understand the corresponding ability well enough and intended to change methods, the red, green, blue, and transparent gemstones inlaid on the Staff of the Stars had already bloomed with hazy light, activating on their own.

The solidified grayish-white fog likewise “boiled,” though not as violently.

It rolled backward and parted to both sides, yet ahead remained endless gray-white, without any end in sight.

Klein sighed inwardly. While paying attention to controlling his thoughts, he began other attempts.

Within three minutes, he made at least ten attempts. Seven were deliberate, while three were triggered by stress, but none managed to open that invisible barrier.

…As expected, normal methods do not work… Klein flicked his wrist, causing the historical projection of 0-62, now close to its maintenance limit, to vanish from the real world.

He stared at that utterly silent grayish-white fog without moving for several dozen seconds, like a statue frozen in place.

Finally, Klein closed his eyes briefly, withdrew his gaze, and, carrying the lantern, walked toward the humans peering from not far away.

He did not intend to continue making blind attempts, because there was a high probability they would not succeed. He planned to question these ancient remnants, who had clearly guarded this place for two or three thousand years and explored the grayish-white fog, and see whether he could find inspiration from the experience they had accumulated over a long period of time.

According to Klein’s expectations, those humans would inevitably react rather violently to his approach, and he had already prepared corresponding abilities to help them speak with him calmly. Yet when he looked over by the dim yellow glow of the lanterns on both sides, he discovered that these ugly or deformed humans were all staring at him with mouths slightly open, their expressions dazed and shocked, as though they had temporarily lost the ability to think.

Klein’s brows furrowed slightly. In the deep darkness, he walked toward those ancient remnants neither quickly nor slowly, stopping roughly two or three meters away from them.

“What do you know about this fog?” Klein asked in a low voice in Jotun.

This language, capable of prying at the forces of nature, did not differ from region to region. At most, it carried minor differences in accent, but not much more than that. If it deviated from the original form, it would most likely lose effectiveness in ritual magic.

Only after Gehrman Sparrow asked the question did Adal seem to recover. His lips moved for a while before he gave an answer unrelated to the question:

“We… we have never made the fog change…”

The sight of Gehrman Sparrow making the fog boil like water and part to both sides had truly terrified them. It felt like witnessing a miracle.

The efforts of generation after generation in Moon City over two or three thousand years could not compare to that person holding a cane and trying for one or two hundred heartbeats.

That was also the main reason they had given up resisting when Gehrman Sparrow approached.

Instinctively, they believed that no matter how they avoided him, it would be ineffective.

Klein was silent for two seconds, then asked again, “Do you have corresponding records?”

This time, Adal understood somewhat what Gehrman Sparrow meant. After hesitating, he slowly nodded.

“Yes… But only the High Priest and the others read them often.”

Wearing a black trench coat and half top hat, Klein thought for a moment. Then he…