"The architectural style of Khitanris, there are indeed Khitanris buildings buried here. Could it be that the 'monster' that Ogerji mentioned, which was blessed by the power of ancient gods and the Lord of Darkness, is here?" Looking at the sudden changes in the appearance of the surrounding buildings, Dak swallowed his saliva, looked up and murmured.
In an instant, a gap appeared in the middle of the dark clouds. Even though there were still lightning, thunder and howling winds in the sky, the moon that seemed to be soaked in blood was hanging high in the center of the torn black curtain.
The crimson light splashed across the dilapidated, nearly collapsed Khitan-style buildings, as if they were sprinkled with a sticky mixture of thick juice and asphalt. The air was filled with a strong fishy smell, as if one was in a place filled with bodies that could never get up again after a battle between humans and the "Heartless People".
Not sure if it was an illusion or the sound of the wind, Dak and Wolfya heard a woman's shrill screams, a baby's low cries, and a whistle that seemed to capture souls in the distance. Nightingales hovered in the air and chirped wildly. Cats gathered here from all directions, raised their paws, looked up, and kept meowing, as if they were contributing themselves to a ceremony.
"Look, Wulfya, Dak, this is the power of Wells and the 'Black Fly'. They can call on the power of the Khitanris buried deep here, and call on these cats, these lovely elves to pray for us. You may know, or you may not know, that when thunder and lightning and the blood moon come together, the thick fog will be dispelled. As long as... as long as I contribute a little more, the thick fog can be reduced." Daniel spread his fly-like wings and said in an ethereal voice:
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