Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1198: The One Who Fled (7)

High above the silent mountain range, where even the wind did not dare to linger, two figures stood within a frozen tear in space, and the world below remained calm, undisturbed.

But that calm was a lie as the silver pentagram on the Myth of Oracle’s mask rotated slowly, emitting faint pulses of light as countless unseen threads of unknown probability extended outward only to collapse, one after another.

For the first time in a long while, her ability met a wall, and she couldn’t help but look at her companion, who had been staying silent all this time.

But she knew, unlike her, he was probably seeing something and couldn’t hide her curiosity as her voice broke the silence, low and controlled, "What are you seeing?"

Beside her, the Myth of Reverend tilted his head slightly as his serpent-like pupils shimmered faintly, the thin rings around them revolving slowly, like orbiting halos responding to something unseen.

There was a strange light in his eyes, one of pure amusement, as if he had stumbled upon something delightfully unexpected.

"Heh..." He chuckled softly, unable to hold it back, "Lady Oracle... this is very interesting, I’m telling you."

His smile widened, almost boyish. "You won’t find something like this in our boring lives."

Before Myth of Oracle could respond, Myth of Reverend casually flicked his sleeve. The motion was simple, but what followed was anything but.

The space in front of them rippled without any runes, formations, or magic energies as if the space itself seemed to comply with his will, and a translucent projection unfolded in midair.

The next moment, scenes began to form, clear, precise, and alive, and the Myth of Oracle’s gaze sharpened instantly, for she could feel that no arrays, technological constructs, or spatial anchors were involved in what the Myth of Reverend just did.

This was something else entirely; something that didn’t follow the laws she knew, yet she didn’t ask, and simply watched.

In that projection, the hidden chamber below the surface revealed itself as Nell stood with the two women, their conversation unfolding in perfect clarity.

As the scene progressed, the rotation of the pentagram on her mask slowed until it nearly stopped.

"So, it’s true," She murmured faintly as if confirming something in her heart.

Meanwhile, the Myth of Reverend watched like someone enjoying a performance, his eyes glinting with quiet delight.

Suddenly, he chuckled again, "Isn’t it amusing?"

But the Myth of Oracle didn’t respond as her focus remained locked on the projection.

Myth of Reverend waved his hand lazily toward the two figures suspended in the glass containers.

"Oh, and by the way..." He added lightly, as if mentioning something trivial, "...those two friends there are the Myth of Earth and the Myth of Myriad Cry."

That made the Myth of Oracle’s gaze freeze for a fraction of a second, and then her voice came out, grave and measured.

"I see, they captured them... alive. That means," she continued, her tone turning colder, sharper, "they possess methods capable of subduing at least two Quasi-Myths simultaneously, and their limits are unknown."

Her head tilted slightly and added quietly, "I suppose I can expect that much, since they are truly from ATLAS. Furthermore, that Nell fellow seemed to hide even more secrets, and even if he’s just a Legendary King, he’s unpredictable!"

Even for someone like her, that conclusion carried weight as she turned slightly toward Reverend and asked, "What is your plan?"

Reverend didn’t hesitate or even think as he simply shrugged, as relaxed as ever.

"Of course..." he said with an easy smile, "the plan is to ’invite’ them for a chat, for I’m a Pacifist!"

The Myth of Oracle was speechless when she heard the word ’Pacifist’ and almost lampooned, yet the Myth of Reverend wasn’t done as his eyes curved slightly with amusement.

"After all, the Coalition Master is waiting, no?"

The Myth of Oracle’s expression was unknown, but the air around her grew colder.

"It won’t be easy," She said plainly as her gaze returned to the mountain below, "Even this outer formation is already interfering with my sight. If we force our way in, they will run."

After a slight pause.

"And this time..." Her voice lowered, carrying a rare hint of caution, "They won’t flee blindly. Especially if cornered, whatever they do will be something we cannot predict."

The Myth of Reverend listened quietly, and then, unexpectedly, he giggled in a soft, almost playful sound that felt completely out of place.

"Aren’t our people already on their way?" He said lightly.

Myth of Oracle didn’t answer as she didn’t need to because he was right, as from the moment she sensed this anomaly, she had already alerted the Coalition Master.

By now, the Myth of Inferno, the Myth of Thunder, and others were already moving, for this was not an opportunity they could afford to miss.

After all, a hidden force capable of capturing Quasi-Myths tied to ATLAS, this was no longer a matter of curiosity; it was a threat that was necessary to eliminate.

As for the man standing beside her, the Myth of Oracle’s gaze behind her mask flickered briefly toward the Myth of Reverend; it was up to the Coalition Master to decide about him, since that was a matter entirely different.

At that moment, Myth of Reverend asked something unexpected in a casual tone, "Oh, Lady Oracle, who do you think is ’him’ mentioned by those three? They seemed pretty afraid of this existence, even more so than being hunted down by the Mythical Coalition?"

Myth of Oracle was startled by this unexpected question, but now that the Myth of Reverend had mentioned this, it only now picked up on it, and this was no doubt strange.

"I have no idea, but whoever it is seemed to inflict genuine fear in their very beings." She impassively replied.

"Hehe, maybe. But..." Myth of Reverend chuckled as he added, "...I think the Mythical Coalition can do better!"