In the spiritual world, Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan were having a lively discussion about age.
In the real world, Elizabeth remained silent. The two of them likewise waited quietly, with not the slightest sign of anything unusual.
After a long while, the Soul Fire in Elizabeth's sockets, nearly frozen in stillness, trembled faintly. She extended her skeletal hand and slowly picked up the book before her.
A hymn dedicated to countless people who dared to resist
—"The Great Revolution of Falas"
That was what the cover said.
Elizabeth's palm slowly brushed over the words. The gilded lettering offered not the slightest sensation, cold and grim as ice, yet she had long since lost the ability to feel the world.
She seemed to let out a soft sigh. Those memories buried deep within her mind surfaced once more, having long been branded into her soul. Not even a thousand or ten thousand years would erase them, not until her life came to an end.
"It is indeed related to me. What do you want to ask?"
Elizabeth turned a page, and black words came into view.
"So-called enlightenment is carving out a broad road of light across the pitch-black wilderness, a road that marches forward with reason."
"Dawn is destined to be preceded by darkness. Naturally, someone must be willing to become kindling and ignite the road leading toward the light."
"If no one goes there, let the lamps burn out!"
For a moment, Elizabeth felt as though she had returned to that storm-tossed night.
The Imperial Capital stood quietly in the darkness afar, not a single light in sight. It was like a silent giant, quietly awaiting the final hour of judgment; it was also like an abyssal shackle that chose whom to devour, swallowing outsiders whole