"Alright." Angor nodded calmly.
Angor already knew that Wardell would come looking for him. As Bobota said, Wardell must be up to something. However, Angor didn't know what it was yet.
Angor went out alone because he wanted to see if Wardell would show up.
As it turned out, he was right.
"Come with me," Wardell said.
Wardell flew into the distance. The chilly wind in the acropolis fluttered his robe.
Dark Speeder glowed with black and gold runes as Angor leaped into the air and followed Wardell into the unknown darkness.
Inside the chamber, Gravu didn't notice Angor's departure. He was still gazing at Aurucia's soul "lovingly" while murmuring something under his breath. Bobota, on the other hand, looked up at the window through his cloak. When Angor's figure disappeared from sight, Bobota lowered his head again and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
Wardell brought Angor to the outskirts of the acropolis, which was filled with skeletons and undead.
It was where the throne and the pile of bones were located.
A lone lamp emitting a dim yellow light stood at the top of the small mountain of bones. When the wind blew, the flame swayed, illuminating the already dim area with ghostly shadows.
After Wardell came here, he stopped and stood quietly beside the pile of bones, not saying anything for a long time.
Angor didn't know what Wardell was up to, so he decided to stay put. He stood aside and waited for Wardell to speak.
When he first came here, he was too focused on the phase gate in the sky to pay attention to this place. Now that he looked at it again, he found something strange.
Why was the throne placed outside the acropolis?
Shouldn't a throne be placed in the center of the acropolis since it was the symbol of the highest authority?
Also, why would there be such a small mountain of white bones placed outside? Moreover, the lone lamp did not shine on the throne, but instead quietly shone on this small mountain of bones?
"You're curious about these bones?" Wardell suddenly asked when he saw Angor looking at the pile of bones.
"I'm just curious why they're here," said Angor.
Wardell laughed. Although it was a laugh, it was only the sound of "laughter" coming from under the mask, but there was no emotion of "laughter".
"This is their wish, as well as mine." Wardell slowly turned around, picked up the lone lamp on the pile of bones, and quietly shone on the mountain of bones.
"These skeletons belong to my ancestors, my family, my lovers, and my friends." The light flickered and covered the primitive totem on Wardell's mask with a layer of dim yellow light. Coupled with his faint words, it was as though he had seen an ancient soul slowly stand up from the pile of bones. They were all lives related to Wardell, but now, other than Wardell who was still alive, the others had all disappeared in the long river of time, leaving only a pile of bones.
"Almost all of them died in battle. They defended Ancient Cold Citadel until the very last moment. And the ones who killed them included the invading demons, the powerhouses of the magical creatures, and even … you humans. "
"I'm sorry," said Angor softly.
"No need to apologize, Mister Deliverer. It has nothing to do with you. It's all in the past. It's been a long time, and I've long forgotten all the hatred and resentment. However, among all the invaders, you humans are … at least to us natives, who only care about benefits. As long as there's something to gain, you can even turn against us. "
Wardell calmly explained, "To them, dying in battle was an honor in itself, so that the glory of Ancient Cold Citadel could continue. When they were alive, they guarded the last citadel of the natives. When they died, they still guarded the entrance of the citadel. It was their own choice.
"As for me, seeing their skeletons made me reflect on myself. So, I placed the lamp on their bones, reminding myself that they were watching over me. "
Wardell looked at Angor again. "Do you want to hear my story?"
Angor was surprised, but he quickly realized that Wardell was about to get to the point.
"Sure." Angor nodded.
Wardell was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "I was once the king of Ancient Frost Citadel."
"But compared to them …" Wardell pointed at the pile of bones. "I was a coward who feared death, so I thought of a way out long ago. I chose to share the good and the bad with the continent, so that I could become one with it. "
"… Because of the Phase Door, or perhaps because of the competition for other benefits, the cowardly me managed to survive countless battles."
"At first, I was proud of my success. But when I saw my parents, my lovers, and even my children dying of old age, I began to doubt whether I made the wrong choice. Then, when the Ancient Cold Citadel was over, the few natives left this place, leaving behind this desolate ruin. That was when I realized that I might have made the wrong choice.
"Once, a wizard asked me to use the Phase Gate, and I agreed. My condition was that I wanted to know the answer to a question.
"I asked him, 'Every wizard is pursuing an endless life. What's the point of that?'"
Wardell looked at Angor again. "Do you know what he said?"
"We're just searching for the truth," Angor said in a small voice.
Wardell nodded. "Yes, that's what he said. I asked him what the truth was, and he only smiled. I thought about it for a long time. I don't know if I'm right, but I think the truth is a vision, a motivation that inspires wizards to move forward. It's an unattainable obsession. "
Wardell looked at Angor again, as if he wanted to hear the answer from Angor.
"Everyone pursues the truth in different ways," Angor replied. Whether Wardell was right or not had nothing to do with Angor. The truth existed in one's heart.
Wardell shook his head and did not continue on the topic of truth. Instead, he returned to the topic at hand. "Unfortunately, I no longer have any hope of moving forward."
"Because you're willing to share the good and the bad with the continent?"
Wardell gave Angor a thoughtful look. "That's right. I destroyed my own hope with my own hands. If the continent collapses, I'll die. If the continent recovers, I'll live a better life.
"The subconsciousness of the continent is close to you, so I can't attack you."
There was no need for Wardell to say that. Was he trying to soothe Angor's mind by pointing it out?
"Without any hope of moving forward, I could only stay in this lonely world. Until I met you, Mister Savior. "
Angor understood that Wardell's next words were probably the reason why Wardell called him here.
There had to be something he wanted.
Sure enough, after some foreshadowing, Wardell revealed the purpose of this trip.
…
Angor returned to the stone room above the prayer church.
When he pushed the door open, Gravwood floated to him. Gregory turned back into a ball of flame, looking like a small fireball.
Seeing Angor's confusion, Gravwood explained, "There are too many dead souls here. They won't come close, but the cold wind keeps coming in from the door. It's warmer when I return to my true form."
"You can close the door," said Angor as he closed the door to block the chilling wind from the outside.
Gravwood also turned back into a small, dark-skinned boy with a delicate face.
"Because I don't know when you'll come back." Gravwood suddenly remembered something. "Where did you go, Mister? Lady Orucia woke up just now. I wanted to find you, but you weren't outside. "
"I went out for a walk." Angor tried to change the topic. "Orucia woke up?"
"Yes. But she only woke up for a short while. She said something to me and went back to sleep. The Essence Flame seal made it difficult for her soul energy to come out. If you can — "
"What did she say?" He knew that if he didn't stop Gregory, Gregory would try to persuade him to release Aurucia's soul again.
Angor didn't think Orucia would do anything to him after the seal was removed. This was evident from the fact that Orucia was willing to give Gravwood the "Eye of Light". Gravwood could have removed the seal while Angor was away, but it didn't. Orucia didn't ask Gravwood to do so either.
This kind of mutual trust was a clear indication of Olucia's attitude.
However, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Angor still believed it was better to avoid the seal as much as possible.
At the mention of what Olucia had said, Gregory pursed his lips. "I told Lady Olucia about our current situation. It was fine at first, but when she found out that this was the Yuantan Continent, she stopped talking. However, she told me to tell the owner not to provoke anyone related to the Queen of Deep Hell. Be it Kurando or Golm, try not to get too involved with them."
"Why?"
"According to Lady Orucia, even the Lord of Flameless said that the Queen of Abyss Prison is a terrifying ancient being who spread the horror of death in the Abyss Plane. She's a self-centered lunatic."
Even from Gravu's description, Orucia still felt fear when talking about the Queen of Abyss Prison.
"I see." Angor considered for a moment.
Angor chatted with Gravwood for a while longer before returning to his room.
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