Chapter 584 The Prophecy of Ishruna in the Painted World
After an unknown amount of time, Gray opened her eyes.
What came into view was a dilapidated scene. The cold and mottled stone walls blocked her eyes. Under her feet were the rotten and dirty wooden floors. She made an overwhelming sound as she walked, and there was a cold wind whistling in her ears.
.
"here it is……?"
She was obviously in a sunny garden before, but she didn't know why she appeared here, and Gray was a little at a loss.
"Miss Olga Marie, Miss Sakura, Miss Aya——"
She called loudly, but apart from the howling wind, there was no other response.
"Hehehehe~~ Chronic Gray, it's easy to get into danger by shouting like this. In detective novels, those who do this are the first cannon fodder to be eliminated."
A familiar voice sounded to her right. Gray opened his cloak, looked at Ad, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um……"
She nodded gently, then took a deep breath. As her mood calmed down, she began to look at her surroundings.
At this time, the place he was in looked like a prison. The only place where light came through was the narrow window the size of your head, and you could see the scenery outside.
But there seemed to be a strong wind blowing outside. She couldn't see clearly, but it was just a vast expanse of white. There was also a biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes coming in through the window, which made Gray shiver.
"so cold……"
She couldn't help but murmur to herself and breathed gently into her palms. The temperature in this room was undoubtedly below zero, and just ordinary breathing would produce a thick white mist. The exposed skin was slightly numb due to the cold.
Gray's clothes were a little thin, but fortunately she had a thick cloak covering her body, so she didn't feel too cold yet.
Although it is the best choice to stay where you are and wait for rescue in an unknown situation, in the face of such bad weather, staying in this room will undoubtedly mean waiting for death. At least you need to find something that can be used to make a fire.
She tentatively pushed the wooden door in front of her that was also mottled and worn. With a harsh sound of bearings rotating, the wooden door was pushed open.
After passing through the wooden door and carefully looking around, Gray came into the corridor.
Just like the room he left, this place is also in ruins. The large floor-to-ceiling windows are in pieces. The howling cold wind shuttles through the corridor, leaving a thin layer of snowflakes on the ground. What should be the carpet under your feet has already been
The original pattern cannot be seen clearly, it is covered with dust.
Judging from the broken decorations on both sides of the corridor, it seemed that he was in a castle in the mountains. Although everything around him was dilapidated, the former glory could still be vaguely seen.
Gray walked carefully, looking at the surrounding scenery, and finally stopped in front of a huge oil painting that connected the roof and the ground.
Although the scale of this oil painting is different, the content inside the painting is exactly the same as what I have seen before, except that it lacks the destructive color and looks particularly cold and silent.
[When I came here, I most likely touched that painting. If I touched this painting, would I go back? 】
She thought to herself, and without too much hesitation, her slender white fingers gently touched the canvas.
But what disappoints Gray is that no strange scene happened, and the touch was just an ordinary canvas, without that strange feeling like solid ice.
"Hehehe, idiot Grey."
Ade's mocking sound was just right.
"Yard——!"
Gray looked at Adelaide angrily, and then skillfully shook the sill. Adelaide was soon dizzy from being shaken, and he began to beg for mercy.
After giving Yad a small "punishment", she bypassed the huge oil painting and continued to move deeper into the corridor. However, before taking a few steps, she seemed to hear a "clattering" sound.
The sound sounded like someone was turning the pages of a book vigorously, and someone was saying something, but it sounded a little unclear.
Yard transformed into the form of a scythe silently. The cube was just his most basic appearance. As the inherited gift of Brakmoya Cemetery, his function was much more than just that.
Gray held the scythe transformed by Ad, stepped lightly, and walked cautiously in the direction of the sound.
Since we don’t know whether the other party is kind or malicious, it is necessary to be on guard.
After going around a few more corridors, the voice became clearer and clearer, as if he was reciting words similar to narration using a aria from some kind of drama.
………
【Yes, this is Ishruna;】
[It is the last Garden of Eden created by the Holy King, and it is also the place where wanderers converge;]
【Therefore, the pilgrims all headed north;】
[And understand the meaning of the prophecy;]
[The fire has gradually extinguished, but the king is nowhere to be seen;]
[When the flame of inheritance is extinguished, the bells will ring throughout the surroundings, awakening the madness of the doomsday.]
[Wind and snow are ahead, death is behind;]
【The world has fallen into eternal silence.】
………
Gray tilted her ears and listened carefully. These words sounded like a bedtime story. Suddenly, the voice stopped suddenly.
"Is anyone up there?"
She was shocked, it seemed that she had been discovered.
After a brief hesitation, she finally chose to stand up.
But when she saw the being who was speaking below, her eyes widened subconsciously, showing a surprised expression. She looked extremely cute.
………
………
"By the way, my lovely disciple, what do you think of this painting?"
Mikael turned sideways, allowing Kirshtalia to see the oil painting on his drawing board.
Kirshtalia looked at it carefully. The content of this painting was a land covered by wind and snow. Although he was in the warm sunshine, just looking at this painting, he seemed to be in the cold.
In the middle of winter, I couldn't help but shiver.
“The contrast in both the colors and shadows is great, and it looks like it’s real.”
"Really? I think I'm pretty good at painting too."
Mikael touched his chin, then narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed a sly smile.
"If that's the case..."
He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
Kirshtalia suddenly felt that her body became light and airy, and so did her consciousness. The oil painting in front of her seemed to turn into a bottomless whirlpool, sucking her into it.
When his consciousness became hazy and was about to disappear, he vaguely heard Mikael's words.
"Then you also enter the world in this painting. Our fraternity in Animusfia is all about being neat and orderly. We must have fun."