A gust of wind blows through the Knight's Hall, Azriel worried that he is the only one who feels it.
The boulder fortress is like a place where time has solidified, everything is almost the same as when he was just in service. The white paving stones remain spotlessly clean, highlighting the dark gray spiral stones that were placed there hundreds of years ago. The Legion used it as a training tool to incorporate curved lines into their swordsmanship routines and training, but the priest Sappho once claimed that it was much older.
"Walking in the maze every day and meditating every day."
At that time, Sappho educated the recruits like this.
"Looking your eyes on the road, it will help you focus."
Azriel walked along the spiral road with slow and calm steps, his head covered by a thick black hood, his hands stuck in the sleeve of his robe, and his eyes looked along the endless curves of the black stone.
Then, the Supreme Master Zhi's thought turned to his heart, and his heart was hit by an invisible storm.
He could feel some whispers whistling around him like a gust of wind, mysterious and gloomy.
On the way back from Pai Shangxing, Ezekiel told him that the etheric tide near Pandora suddenly became much stronger. Since the director of the think tank returned, he spent a lot of time studying this phenomenon.
But what really made Azriel care about was not these, but that thing-
He has not told anyone about that matter so far.
Including the inner ring mentors and his most trusted consultant, no one knew that Seff had ever appeared, nor did anyone know that the other party had changed his appearance.
Because the whole thing was very strange, he was not sure whether it was good or bad for the battle group to be said. In order to pursue the fallen angel, the Dark Angel has gone further and further.
Judging from Azriel's own observations, the atmosphere surrounding this huge fortress has seemed increasingly disturbing over the past hundred years.
Sometimes he occasionally wonders whether they are too obsessed with the long-standing past?
Will the rebellion of the past really destroy the glory and loyalty that the Dark Angel has forged with blood for ten thousand years?
At least the increasingly depressing atmosphere inside the battle group seemed like an ominous omen, and it had been around for a long time.
In order to find a way out for the battle group, Azriel spent almost all his free time screening a large number of archives in the Fortress Library, but in fact he didn't know what he was looking for.
Maybe it's just an answer.
He actually wanted to talk to others about his concerns, and he wanted to tell Essapho more than once, but the priest's serious attitude dispelled this idea.
But now the answer seems to be on a person who has nothing to do with it.
Thinking of this, the ghostly pressure disappeared, like a candle quietly extinguished.
Azriel paused, took a deep breath, trying to focus again.
If you change to another idea, maybe what he lacks is actually the direction, and what that person can provide is exactly one direction.
The young commander of the battle line turned his eyes to the void of the dome, and although he believed that Soshyan was a noble and kind warrior, Azriel had a divine responsibility to his battle line, his brother, and especially the Emperor himself, and he was obliged to do something, no matter who was involved, but before taking action, he had to be absolutely sure.
This is why this private talk was held.
The ghostly wind blew again, and its power surprised him.
It could not see or touch, but it pushed him roughly, its power shaking his body.
At some point, light blue light filled the hall, like moonlight, but rolling like oil.
Wild thunders circled around him, outlined in the shadows of black and gray, and if he focused his attention on them they would present patterns that disturb him.
Now Azriel's mind was filled with a faint, discordant moan, and this intense vision surprised the young leader of the battle, and his attention began to become less focused, but his feelings became stronger and stronger.
Gradually, the dark, hooded figure swayed at the edge of his sight, and then a strange and creepy voice echoed in his mind.
"Don't bring the old gods to the heart of Caliban."
"you--"
Azriel turned around to find the source of the sound, and he certainly knew these strange creatures wearing hoods, but they rarely appeared and only appeared at very critical moments.
The heart of the Supreme Tutor was pounding, and he searched for the watchman in the darkness in the shadow of the yard, but the blue light and angry wind disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when his vision was clear he found himself staring at a statue of the Primarch opposite the hall.
The leader of the legion seemed to be looking at Azriel attentively, and the pair of scrutinized eyes on the stone sculpture made him feel creepy.
"What are they talking about the old gods?"
The Watcher's words were puzzled, and Azriel quickly controlled himself, controlled the secretion of adrenaline, and reduced his breathing and heart rate through several controls.
"What do you mean? Bring to Caliban...Soshyan?"
Azriel immediately realized that the only outsider who would have arrived at the Boulder Fortress recently was Soshiyan. Was the watchman talking about him?
But what does the old god mean?
This was the first time he heard this word from the Watchmen. Those strange creatures had their own narratives, whether they described subspace or the galaxy, but they never mentioned any old gods in the past.
However, Azriel still trusts the Watchmen. The stones can be preserved as fragments of Caliban and have a lot to do with them.
After thinking about it, Azriel finally decided to change the meeting venue.
At this time, Soshiyan had already boarded the shuttle, but he received a message from Azriel on the way, and suddenly changed the meeting location and turned into a warehouse at the track station.
This place seems not very decent, and the two of them are like drug dealers who are secretly trading in the nest.
However, since it was Azriel's request, Soshiyan did not refuse and directly asked the driver to turn to the track station.
Soon, the two met in a warehouse full of debris, dusty and dim.
Azriel was wearing a black cloak, with most of her face hidden in the shadow of the hood. Although Soshiyan was also wearing a silver-gray cloak, she did not wear a hood.
"Sorry, Commander of Soshiyang, let you come to such a place."
Soshiyang smiled and said softly:
"I'm not really a big deal, but you must have encountered some difficulties, brothers Azriel."
Azriel nodded, hesitated for a moment, and took off his hood.
"Those black armored people..."
He hesitated for a moment and said in a very low voice:
"I met it."
"oh?"
Soshyan was a little surprised, but his expression made Azriel understand that what Seph said was not false, and this man really knew something.
At least he must know what the black armor represents!