Chapter 606: Enchantment

Chapter 606: Enchantment

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Richard felt a jolt of shock, convinced that in that fleeting moment, a significant portion of the audience in the assembly hall shared his bewilderment. It seemed as though half of them were grappling, attempting to process the shocking revelations they had just been subjected to.

Meanwhile, the remaining half appeared to have had a hint or some preconceived notion about the unfolding revelation.

Suddenly, the eerie crown perched atop the grand platform let out another unnerving, clicking sizzle. The brain ensnared within the confines of the crowns cage pulsated grotesquely, sending its thoughts into the minds of every cultist present:

Yes, she indeed took the unconventional route of harnessing the formidable might of the dark hound as her weapon. While the mere mention of such an act might seem ludicrous, its crucial not to belittle or overlook its significance. Her capabilities go beyond what any of you can possibly fathom, and theres more to her mysterious nature.

In a recent covert mission, this heretic unveiled her true colors, dealing a devastating blow to those we deemed allies. Preliminary intelligence points towards her possessing a unique ability to withstand the psychic might of the Black Suns kin. This leads us to believe shes either transformed beyond human recognition or pledged her very essence to a superior, extraterrestrial entity.

She conjures a virulent green flame, which she wielded to incinerate our allies. This menacing fire, known to have wreaked havoc in both Pland and Frost, is believed to stem from the infamous ghost ship.

She is a disciple of the phantom ships captain.

The Saint hesitated, deliberately avoiding direct mention of the ghost ship or its captain. As his words faded, an undercurrent of anxiety rippled through the hall. Hushed conversations ensued among the cultists, their words cloaked in secretive codenames. A palpable tension hung heavily over the gathering.

Relief washed over Richard, realizing that the spotlight of scrutiny had momentarily drifted from him.

After allowing a brief pause, the Saint, elevated on the platform, resumed: Each one present here is acutely aware of the calamity that befell Frost. We experienced a profound defeat there. The magnitude of our loss in that region is still beyond our comprehension. The overwhelming power of him nearly wiped out every trace linked to our revered Nether Lord, encompassing our brethren and the sacred entity residing in the deep sea.

In Pland, a similarly catastrophic event transpired. The all-consuming fire left no stone unturned, obliterating the Suns Heirs and their followers. None associated with the event managed to evade his wrath. The entire city-state underwent a lockdown followed by a purification. Communication lines were cut before the Vanished eventually disappeared back into the unknown, only for the church of the deceitful gods to subsequently rule over what was left

In the aftermath of such a rigorous cleanse, scant bits of information found their way out. We dedicated a significant duration to unearth the truth surrounding the event. Our findings revealed that it was indeed the notorious ship and its mastermind behind the actions the same enigma that emerged from subspace, only to confront us this time.

We have now deduced that he has once again made a move, with his disciples playing a direct role in causing substantial setbacks in our recent endeavors.

And its not just a solitary follower were contending with.

These devotees may be powerful, yet they pale in comparison to their leader. Furthermore, they are limited in their numbers. With meticulous strategy and foresight, they can indeed be vanquished.

And now, it has been ascertained that one of these devotees harbors a pivotal revelation the sentient dark hound. This enigma is a uniqueness in our relentless quest for enlightenment. It might just be the key to unlocking the final mysteries on our path to ultimate ascension.

We must locate the heretic who identifies herself as Sara. Its imperative that she and her exceptional beast be seized at any cost. My brethren, our journey is laden with challenges and unknown perils. Yet, trust in the promise of our destiny. Our path towards pure ascension is unfolding, and the hurdles we encounter affirm the sanctity of our chosen route.

My fellow followers, theres no reason for alarm. Were not tasked with directly challenging that captain. Our objective is much more attainable: identifying and tracking his disciples. By the time we accomplish our mission, and as this era draws to a close, even that spectral captain will diminish in significance. Hell become a mere shadow, reminiscent of the waning moments of this Deep Sea Era.

The Saints words echoed with a profound depth, infiltrating the very souls of those assembled. The platforms centerpiece, a menacing throne crafted from intricately intertwined bones, groaned and contorted. Protruding spikes and elaborate shell designs clinked against one another, creating a rhythmic backdrop. At the heart of this throne, a pulsating brain gleamed, veiled by a radiant mist. Every alluring word that spilled from the Saint seemed to emanate from this brain, invigorating the attendees and instilling an intense fanaticism in their hearts.

These fervent sentiments rapidly solidified, effectively neutralizing the unease and dread that sprouted from tales of the ghost ship and its ominous captain. The palpable fear metamorphosed into an unwavering drive, reinforcing their dedication and zeal.

Caught in the mesmerizing spell, Richard unconsciously lifted his gaze, riveting it on the Saints oscillating eyestalks. An undeniable force swelled within him, a burning determination gradually supplanting the initial terror he felt after witnessing the sinister green flames.

However, in the midst of this transformation, a hushed voice, eerily intimate, grazed Richards ear. It felt as if the whisperer stood inches away, funneling the words directly into his psyche: Oh, hes leading you towards inevitable ruin Rabbi genuinely mourns for your kind

A sudden jolt of awareness sent a cold shiver racing down Richards spine. This whispered voice carried an aura of malevolence, hinting at an impending danger.

But the sensation was fleeting. As quickly as the alarm surged, it dissipated, replaced by a blanket of puzzlement as his gaze settled back on the Saint.

Why was there such a fervor among his fellow cultists, void of any discernible apprehension?

Although the Saints assertions held merit and his words of encouragement seemed rational, didnt the intrinsic perils of their mission merit caution? Were they deliberately overlooking the risks?

Richards brow creased, a nagging doubt suggesting something wasnt quite right. He felt ensnared in a surreal reverie. Though conscious, his thought process felt muddled, reminiscent of a mind stuffed with fluff.

Yet, this transient confusion was abruptly eclipsed as a fresh occurrence within the hall seized his focus.

An unexpected surge of warmth had enveloped the entire chamber.