The moment he discovered the existence of light in front of him, Green understood why he had only received vague descriptions.
It cannot be described accurately, but the moment I saw it, it evoked countless similar but completely different scenes in my memory. It was like walking through a long church corridor in a dream, with all the saints bowing their heads, and the exit at the end shone in.
The grayish-white light was diluted and spread to every plane.
The light, so dull that it was impossible to distinguish anything, became one with the water mist. The sound of the falling waterfall, which was closer than ever, pushed the light mist to diffuse from the hall to the corridor.
The light source does not sway, perhaps because it is considered more like a celestial body, but this is a layer that has not received even a trace of light from the sky since its birth. Where can the celestial body come from to shine here?
During the rapid approach, the light did not disappear like the last time, but maintained an uneasy stability, like an invitation waiting for the discoverer to arrive, or a kind of pure indifference.
【At this moment?】
Green had to decide whether to chase the light source or search for the two teams that failed to return immediately, but did not get an answer.
The steps moved forward, or the increasingly turbulent water pushed them forward. Before rushing out of the passage exit, the monks drew their weapons one after another, preparing to deal with threats that might exist in any direction.
The sound of the metal being unsheathed did not reach very far. In the vast water vapor, everyone's voice was restrained around them, or was dispersed by the loud sound of the falling waterfall, which immersed everyone in indifference and isolation like that kind of light.
in the atmosphere.
They soon discovered that there was no need to think about how to catch the light source.
That light and the source of the mist were right in front of me, and they were placed in the most conspicuous place for a week.
At the end of the stairs recessed into the center of the hall, a hexagon with a dark light appeared.
The wellhead, the wellhead of that hexagonal deep well, is spewing out a huge amount of mist stirred up by the waterfall; the miserable light crawls out of it, and with the mist, it touches every adherent surface, dyeing the hall.
Real color, or lack of color.
Although what was seen was beyond cognition, instinct tried to convince logic that it was a celestial light.
This creates a sense of up-and-down dislocation that makes the vestibular balance invert, as if a dead moon is passing by the other side of the giant well at this moment, and the water mist that shines through the dark light is the painful ooze dripping from its wet gangrene.
They breathed in water-laden air and felt that their vocal organs were choked, making it difficult to speak.
The first thing that arises is the emotion that is most likely to arise when facing something that subverts one's understanding, a silent spreading panic that nails the steps in place, nailing them to the cold turbid current.
By the time their consciousness realized that the most reasonable choice was to retreat, they had already stood in the frosted glass-like fog for a while.
No one knows how long it was. It might have been just a moment of confusion, or it might have been a whole hour.
But when they came back to their senses, the first thing they felt was the dampness and coldness coming from their clothes. The coldness penetrated through the gaps between the boot barrels and licked their ankles.
It seems that the light naturally has the power to fascinate people, forget time, and exceed the limit of the word charm.
Probably because of the discipline engraved in their conditioned reflexes, and their piety supporting their dangerous spirit, the monks did not continue to act, nor did they retreat, but looked at the leader at the front of the team.
【What to do?】
There was no need to turn around to meet those eyes. Green knew what they were going to ask, but he didn't answer.
The current situation is beyond the scope of any preparedness, and Kraft's suggestions are also useless here. Perhaps they dare to swing their swords at the horned devil in desperation, but they may not be able to overcome the darkness and fading unknown.
After all, no one knows what it is, it cannot be described in words, and of course it cannot be recorded in the holy scriptures.
A voice in his ear told him that he should go back now, as the tunnel entrance was behind him.
Take a few steps back, run back, and they'll be gone in no time, escaping like mice back into the comforting darkness.
He thought it was an auditory hallucination, and then thought it was the suggestion of a monk behind him. He was about to yell angrily, but found that it was his own voice, coming from the echo of his subconscious.
As long as you go back, you can continue to enjoy the transcendent status of the youngest priest of the Inquisition.
It is too difficult to climb from a cobbler's son to this step, there is no need to bury a promising life here meaninglessly.
Not for personal gain, it is also the best choice to immediately stop the loss and bring the person back, and other people can also testify for him.
"Ha..." Green blew out a breath, and the water mist in front of his face dissipated slightly, then came back to his mouth and nose, "Go back."
The monks were relieved and pulled their boots from the water.
They took a few steps back toward the exit of the waterway, then stopped one after another and looked at the priest who was still standing there motionless.
"Next, Vadin will take over my affairs and ask people to go back and inform the Tribunal, and... what about the professor." He pulled out a torch and placed it on the lamp flame that was about to be extinguished by the rising water mist.
After igniting the fire, Green wiped the condensation from his face and said, "I'll go find those two teams."
"I hope Heavenly Father has not called me to report on my duties so early."
Along the edge of the hall, he headed in the direction of exploration, towards the depths of the mist.
The two monks did not follow the team and left. After being in a dilemma for a while, they gritted their teeth and chased Green, following behind without saying a word.
...
After the number of people decreased, the atmosphere of indifference and isolation became even stronger. Obviously, there are only two people in one place at a time. If you don't pay attention to the position of others at any time, you will feel the terrible loneliness of being trapped alone in a corner of the dark realm at any time.
For the two monks who followed them impulsively, this was a breeding ground for fear and wavering.
But for those whose intuition is keen enough to wield a sword when they cannot see, visual dullness will not dull them.
Even without the use of vision, he could detect many things. The loud sound of falling water that filled the space was indeed much closer than when he first arrived.
This explains a lot. For example, the bottom of the hexagonal well is not an endless void, but a large and limited water area. It can be imagined that it is gradually filling up, and the water level rises, approaching the well mouth.
And the sound is still changing, as a huge amount of water falls towards the surface of the water, and the majestic and loud sound that goes straight into the depths becomes shallower, like a reef appearing under the water surface, breaking up the undercurrent.
The "reef" is still rising until it surfaces, just like a deep lake suddenly drying up. The waterfall hammers on the hard and uneven lake bed, shatters and splashes, creating more water mist, in a gradually increasing eruption airflow
Soaring and pouring into the hall.
When the turbulent and high-speed airflow reached its peak, everyone heard a low, dirty sound like a whale's cry, full of long and painful sounds that made people's eyes split open.
The monk who was following Green saw the former as if he had received some kind of enlightenment. He dropped his torch and rushed towards them, pushing both of them away.
Several new ravines with sharp edges radiate from the hexagonal deep wells and are carved into the stone steps. The rocks in the wedge-shaped cross-section are missing as if they have fallen into another world.
