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596. Dark Memoria and The One Who Will Betray

The curtains of the memory closed as Iscario’s body disappeared. Frost stared at the frozen figure that sat in the grass, holding her knees. By her feet was the untouched lily given to her by Iscario, and cupped in her tiny palms was the lifeless body of the moth.

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595. Iscario and His Price of Paradise

The long footpath eventually led to the second wall of Markers. Within resided an inner layer where the houses were built far more extravagantly but were smaller in scale.

From the cursive writing of family names in a language that Frost still didn’t understand, to grand gardens and fountains of gold; Frost guessed that this belonged to the nobility of Puritas. Her other clue came from the number of well-dressed humans that roamed the streets.

The apparitions of the past reveale...

594. Theatrum Orbis Terrarum

Non-humans in a Human-centric Region immediately raised red flags, especially in a place as lawless as the ruins of Puritas. Not only that, but they were hardly strong enough to fend for themselves.

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< Faraway Reacher >

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593. Apparitions of Paradise

Paradise.

There was nothing else Frost could call this city. Even when in ruins the pearlescent structures glistened like crystals underneath the afternoon sun. Paradise was also one of the few places in Elysia that did not experience a second night, giving it a full twelve hours of light and darkness.

Some even said that Paradise never experienced night at all. The columns of the old, the supporting beams of ancient houses, the stairs that led to nowhere, and the paths that were ...

592. The Slices of the Forbidden Fruit

One Sin.

Blood was always red. Wrath was also a sin defined by the color red. But the One Sin did not represent Wrath at all because it was not universal.

Something deeper than the color of this blood that stained Frost metaphorically existed inside of everyone if she were to take the meaning of One Sin literally. Thinking about it further as she drove her hand deeper into the crystal, boney cross led her to many branching answers.

Much like the veins and the nervous system ...

591. One Sin Cannot Be Cleansed

The pearlescent walls were father than they appeared. They were like white foam of a tidal wave, reaching higher than even the walls of the Nex Megalopolis. No matter how fast or how close Frost approached, the walls never seemed to get any closer.

She dashed through the golden forest at a breakneck pace, stripping the sacred leaves from golden trees in her wake. Her feet rarely ever touched the soil. Unlike normal forests that had wildlife and vibrant shrubbery filling the forest floor...

590. The Tear Retrievers

Five days later.

The streets leading towards the palace of the 8th Order’s province were dyed red. A convoy dragged by giant, red-coated wolves barreled through makeshift barriers.

Mighty paws ploughed through brick and stone like grains of sand. Aboard the caravans were a separate Recovery Team deployed by the Head to follow the Amalgam. Their task was to recover any innocent lives that were spared by the Amalgam, similar to how the Scarlet Logic Collection Teams used to functi...

589. Fragment of Sinder's Memories

“I will never forget the day you gave your life to me.”

A lone, distant thought sailed through an unending void. The small light could not penetrate the darkness. But that light also could not be touched by it no matter how hard it encroached.

The darkness collapsed suddenly. When the light returned, a man with a red gaze stared back in the reflection of a broken mirror.

A dusty, decrepit facility far too large for a single man to roam was a place he ...

588. A Field of Forever Repenting Flowers

He was now more than willing to gush. When asked if there were others like himself, he admitted that it was unlikely. From here to the Capital it was a wasteland where not even a single tree grew, aside from the trees of gold that used to bear golden apples.

Furthermore, considering he still kept his mind, she had to ask what compelled him to lure people to the Unfair Tale in the first place. His answer immediately piqued her interest.

“The Corpse Snatchers…”

“For wh...

587. Flowery Interrogation

< Active and Passive Skills of the Unfair Tale Have Been Gained >

< However, I cannot see what they are >

< Perhaps because it didn’t use them in the first place? >

< I would be wary wearing it >

* * *

Withering bodies emerged from the ground in pods made of vibrant, green vines. They upheaved the marble as though it...

586. The First Chapter of the Book of Wrath

It was a simple Corrupted. Nothing about it seemed dangerous at all, even as a Main Sequence Corrupted according to Nav. However, what irked her was that Nav did not know the name of the tale of the Wrath Affinity.

“The presence within the Floor of Ego is reacting again. They’re telling me that it is something that must be discovered rather than revealed. Strange. They know more than I do even though I am supposedly an advanced AI. Even the Archivist would not have known the ans...