With the tall human-like being with two heads reflected on top of the white crystal layer, the shroud stopped moving before slowly converging toward it.
The flowing water suddenly condensed into black ice. The Divine Dungeon Shroud, which was formed through thoughts, could not think on its own at first. But suddenly, it gained its own will, consolidated itself and formed its own skeletal frame.
Next to the Avenue of Truth, Nostradamus sighed. He understood that the changes of the shroud and the meaning behind it. The white-haired mage took out his staff and cast a spell. He frowned and murmured, "The chaotic thoughts are forming into one entity. Now, the exact space coordination still cannot be forecasted. However, when the phenomenon is compared to the chaos that was created previously, this seemed to be born from the concealed mind of a person."
"What has Joshua done?"
The nun at the side also noticed the abnormal occurrence.
