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In the dimly lit hall, Tastandin sat alone, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Among the Harbingers, he was not the earliest to arrive, but he had lived the longest. Even in the Godeyas Continent, this could be considered old age. Having spent years in this cage-like city, watching generations of people around him grow old and pass away, it was only natural for anyone to feel sadness, even to the point of numbness.
Originally, Lucifer could have lived longer; after all, the fusion of Celestial Race and vampire bloodlines inherently signified ancient lineage. Unfortunately, Lucifer was killed and offered as a sacrificial gift to Eternity.
Tastandin himself never expected that his fate would change on that day. He had thought he could simply survive quietly here, waiting for the Immortal City to close before finding a way to escape Garen's watchful gaze. But on that day, he received a summons from Eternity...
Deep within his sorrowful gaze lay a flicker of exhilaration, an eagerness that could not be contained.
If one were to observe closely, they would notice that Tastandin's body trembled slightly, as if unable to suppress the excitement within.
Yes... Although Eternity was very selective about sacrificial offerings, he had finally found a second qualified offering, one even more perfect than the first!
The next day, Tastandin arrived at the outskirts of Immortal City, the place closest to the Void.
For years he had stayed away from the Temple, remaining in this location as a loyal servant. He had to be by his master's side at all times. Moreover, in this place, he might come across some small items that had fallen from the Void.
Of course, this time Tastandin came with a purpose; he needed to beseech Eternity for essential items for the sacrifice.
Crouched in the depths of darkness, Tastandin's body trembled as he felt beams of gaze watching him from afar...
He did not know how long it had been when a jar appeared before him in the darkness.
Ophico had succumbed to an illness two years ago and did not survive that winter. Thus, the task of leading the residents on a tour of the Temple fell to another elderly gentleman.
Just like five years ago, the old man introduced everyone to the history of the Sun Palace and vividly recounted how the Messenger had sealed away the demon. Time was always the most powerful force; after five years of retelling and embellishment, that battle, witnessed by no one, had been mythologized into the earth-shattering "Frozen Palace Battle."
The children listened with wide eyes, and the Messenger's status in their hearts continued to rise. Meanwhile, the ice sculpture not far away had long been forgotten in the corner.
Only the two guards stationed in front of the corridor remained unchanged from five years ago. Their demeanor was far more composed than before, their facial features sharper; they were no longer the flustered rookies who had panicked during the "Footprint Incident."
Upon hearing the old man's narration, the two guards exchanged glances and shook their heads with a smile.
Although that capture operation five years prior had failed, the mysterious figure suspected to be a demon accomplice had never reappeared. Thus, they had kept their jobs, and now hearing tales of demons left them feeling indifferent.
Adis felt similarly. As the commander of the Temple Cavalry, he oversaw security across several palaces. However, for five years he had regarded that initial capture attempt as a personal failure, which is why he frequented the Frozen Palace.
Every two or three days, he would personally come here to inspect.
"Has anything unusual occurred recently?" Adis paused at the Palace Entrance.
The two guards replied, "Nothing unusual at all!"
"Mm." Adis nodded in satisfaction and entered the Frozen Palace.
In truth, even Adis no longer believed that any remnants of demon followers existed. After all, since that capture attempt, there had been no incidents at the Temple; everything was as usual.
But soon, Adis realized he was mistaken.
After walking around the Frozen Palace and confirming everything was normal, he finally relaxed. He then approached the ice sculpture of the demon, intending to see if there was anything strange nearby...
Everything was normal.
There were no footprints around the ice sculpture, and the ice layer itself remained thick, not a single crack to be found.
Truly the power of the Messenger! Adis thought to himself, regarding the ice sculpture as a unique masterpiece, lifelike and flawless in every way.
He looked up from below, finally resting his gaze on the face of the ice sculpture.
Everything was normal.
Yet inexplicably, Adis felt that something was off...
...
...
Tastandin returned to the Temple two days ago and instructed the White-Clad Archbishop not to let anyone disturb him.
After five years of effort, he had finally gathered all the items needed for the Ritual, especially the Sin Jar from Master Yi, which was now filled to capacity. As long as he wasn't disturbed, Tastandin was confident he could complete the preparations within three days.
In the empty hall, lay the items Tastandin had brought.
The Ancient Cross.
A jar containing the blood of Eternity.
A jar containing Sinful Power.
The blood of the most vicious individuals.
The tears of the kind and sincere.
And then...
Suddenly! The grand doors of the palace were flung open!
Adis burst in recklessly, disregarding the obstruction from the White-Clad Archbishop, his demeanor frantic!
"I'll give you two sentences to explain your actions." Tastandin's movement was interrupted, nearly causing one of the jars to shatter, which infuriated him. His cold eyes fixed on Adis.
Adis trembled as he pointed outside the hall, stammering, "He... he has opened his eyes!"
Tastandin paused for a moment, then quickly reacted and rushed out of the palace.
Compared to the preparations for the Ritual, Garen was clearly the most critical element, as he was the final sacrificial offering, a gift from Tastandin to the Eternal Master...
If he managed to escape, the consequences for Tastandin would be unimaginable!
But how could he possibly escape?!
The Freezing Command not only immobilized his body but also sealed away Sin's presence. For the past decade, Garen had been enduring the torment of Sin without respite!
If Garen's entire circulatory system and organs were frozen yet he could still break free, Tastandin might have believed it.
But under the state of Sinful Burden, that was simply impossible!
"It’s true..." Tastandin rushed into the Frozen Palace, his pupils suddenly constricting.
Inside the thick ice sculpture, Garen's eyes, which had been gently closed as if in slumber, were now wide open! Those resolute eyes, calm and fearless, instantly filled Tastandin with a sense of oppression.
This feeling was reminiscent of his time back at Starsea Island... Tastandin had thought he could easily crush Garen, only to have his confidence shattered again and again by the other party!
However, this pressure was quickly suppressed.
Tastandin soon realized that Garen had merely awakened partially in consciousness; at most, he could only open his eyes. Breaking free from the ice sculpture was impossible.
What a false alarm!
As Tastandin stepped out of the Frozen Palace, wiping the sweat from his forehead, he was surprised to find that after all these years, the pressure this warrior exerted on him had not diminished in the slightest...
Even just a single glance had left him in such a state.
But so what?
In three days, he would become a sacrificial offering to Eternity.
Just like Lucifer back then, stripped of wings, pierced through the heart and lungs, enduring countless torments.
Ten years was enough time for the upper layers of ice to melt away, while the ground beneath had turned into fine sand-like debris, leaving the land devoid of life.
Just as Tastandin stepped out of the palace, he suddenly became aware of something.
A strange gust of wind rose up, sending those fine sands swirling into the air...
"Crack, crack!"
A series of faint cracking sounds echoed.
Tastandin's heart sank, and he instinctively turned to look back...
There, he saw that the surface of the ice sculpture was riddled with spiderweb-like cracks.
Not a single shard of ice had shattered; instead, they had all turned into weightless dust after countless crushings, floating away...
The corners of the black suit spread out, continuing the unfinished motion from ten years ago...
But soon, the Black Suit was nowhere to be seen!
In its place was a set of dark silver armor, accompanied by a short red cape that fluttered in the wind. The shoulder guards, arm guards, and chest plate were embedded with rubies of varying sizes, vivid as blood and captivating.
The silver iron gauntlet grasped the massive sword.
In an instant,
A storm erupted!
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