The monster's weakened body opened the way for us to carry out the sealing. With these favorable circumstances, I quickly remembered true creators' sealing method.
I began to recite a prayer that would open the four sealing pillars, representing the four wings of greatness from the true creator, that would guide the careless soul and take it to the realm of death.
The original creator
The initial sentence represents him, who had such a high existence with the first sacrifice.
My body, as a sacrificial subject, started to vomit fresh blood from the mouth, and blood flowed through the left eye.
Owner of all creatures
Representing the initial birth of all beings in this world, which brought me to the next catastrophe, the blood vessels in the right hand I used to hold the sword burst quickly and lay limp.
The ground began to shake and showed a crack, and from the crack began to appear two pillars that came from the realm of the dead.
The light with purple dust immediately pierced into the body of the monster, which started screaming in pain.
A Guide to Faith
Consciousness began to slip away from me, with my vision becoming blurry from the enlarged blood cells in my eyeballs.
Pray to the Almighty.
From the sky, a light refracted and became smaller. This was the final key. Abqary came closer and tried to throw my body as he saw me lulled in that dazzling golden light. When his foot stepped on the last step, like a small syringe, this body was perforated by the beauty of the creator.
Two pillars fell from the sky so quickly in my consciousness that they neither flew nor fell to the ground, providing the final key to sealing the soul.
The four pillars are floating in a state that symbolizes greatness. And from the puncture, the purple dust billowed together to form a four-cornered star. As if it had eaten the entire body of the skull-headed wolf monster, its body shrank thinly, revealing bones without flesh and organs inside.
This way, the Blue Moon would not have full authority over this world. I smiled gently, looking up at the sky with a hazy expression. In the blindness that began to penetrate my soul in death, a voice called my name in a series of train sounds in the middle of the desert.
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In the underground darkness, the body again heard sentences that made his head ring, such as about the initial creator or the guide of faith. The body could only support itself by occasionally hitting its head against the wall.
It all started a month ago after he returned from a meeting of antique lovers in the outskirts of the city of Caelum in the eastern area, which is a ship-stopping area from the Moed Continent and is famous for its olive products.
There, he just watched the auction being held with no interest, nothing suspicious, until he returned to the inn and returned to the capital area, where something loud, like someone hitting him with a glass bottle,
Not long after, he heard a scream and a bang like an earthquake that knocked him to the floor. Who knows what misfortune followed when he told the priest what he heard? He quickly asked him to imprison him in the cellar.
The resistance he put up only brought failure when he felt the difference in strength from the man in the black vest hitting his neck and making him faint helplessly on the cold floor of the church.
When he realized he was in a detention cell with chains binding his hands and feet without knowing what the cause of his guilt was, He already knew that the Blue Moon Church was hiding many secrets until the latest rumors said they wanted to overthrow the Canis Empire.
But does this have anything to do with him being an ordinary person who likes antiques, except for him, who suddenly can hear sounds that can't be seen?
It has been 500 years since the wings disappeared from this world, and now humans have led the way in history by inventing the steam engine and fuel from coal.
Humans have left behind the times when the world was filled with mysticism and dominated by firearms, which turned war into a struggle for territory and resources.
The Canis kingdom that won the war controlled two-fifths of the area on the western continent itself, which is now the most feared empire for its power and its belief in the first wing.
faintly, and now he could see the entire room illuminated by the light of the blue fire.
The sound of footsteps got closer to him and stopped right in front of him, where he could see the face of the priest he met one month ago at this church.
The face looks to be in his 50s, with typical priestly clothing with white and dark patterns on the ornaments and lines on his clothes. His hair is white, which is close to yellow. Staring closely at the body bound by iron chains on its hands and feet, "Have you thought about your mistakes, Salom Ivan?"