SANity Score Plummeting

The three of them are True God who can withstand a nuclear bomb in their faces, so naturally they don't need to worry about these things.

But the ordinary people behind her, apart from Sejuani and her few personal guards, would probably be blown to bits by the valley wind if they went in.

Moreover, this seems to be only the first layer of external defense mechanisms; who knows what's inside?

"It's too late. We need to wait until daytime, when the wind has died down, before we can go in and check the situation..."

Sejuani pointed to the distant mountains where the last rays of sunset had faded in the western sky, explained calmly, and then turned to signal the Frostclaw Cavalry accompanying her to clear out a few houses.

Clearly, this Grand Duke of the North had little fear of paranormal events and decided to spend the night here.

As the crowd dispersed, Kevin crouched down and stroked the dark blue ice brick in the center of the square, his fingertips touching the almost worn-smooth texture.

A strange, eerie feeling traveled from my fingertips all the way to my brain, and the blood in my limbs seemed to freeze instantly.

At the same time, a strange sense of being watched arose in my heart.

Snap!

Just as Kevin was slightly distracted, Hexi familiarly came over and patted her mischievous friend on the shoulder.

The Heavenly Foundation King first pointed to himself, Kevin, and Hela, the Hela, then glanced at the abyss, his meaning obvious.

No dates tonight, get some sleep!

The man responded half-jokingly and half-seriously through a mental link, rejecting Hexi's idea of a "night raid".

They had finally gained Sejuani's trust, but Hela's unexpected involvement had already put the Grand Duke of the North on his guard.

If he continues to carry her on his back and does something underhanded, Sejuani might target him immediately.

Anyway, we're all going to the entrance of Howling Abyss anyway, so there's no rush.

And...

After Kevin swept the snow and dust off the central square, he grabbed Hexi's shoulder, waved to Hela, and leaped onto the roof to look down intently.

In the center of the square, the surface pattern of the ice bricks was arranged to form a faint mark with the outline of an eyeball.

Strangely, no matter from which angle you look, the pupils of the eyes in the square seem to be pointing and observing you.

As the gaze lingered, the two-dimensional imprint began to transform into a three-dimensional form. In a daze, Kevin seemed to see the eyeball writhing strangely.

Hela, who had somehow appeared behind Kevin, patted the man on the shoulder, waking him up. Her expression was somewhat serious.

"I've seen a similar sign before..."

Chapter 978, Section 1022: The Crazy Drop in Sanity

Here!

In a house somewhere in the Frostguard City, Kevin brushed away the dust from the lower right corner of the wall. Seeing the iconic eye pattern, a familiar feeling welled up in his heart, and his face darkened.

Let's look for it together!

The Judgment Angel, realizing something was amiss, gave instructions to his two teammates.

The three then nodded and parted ways to carefully search for similar patterns throughout the city.

There are some to the north!

There's one to the south!

Many shops on the west side also have them!

The entire castle, it has it all!

The three met at the foot of the high wall on the eastern side of the city. After exchanging information, their expressions became more serious.

A rough estimate suggests that more than half of the buildings have this eyeball pattern etched into their hidden corners.

They felt as if they were being watched by countless eyes; the piercing sensation was chilling.

What particularly bothered Kevin was that these eye patterns looked like living things growing inside the ice bricks and walls, which didn't conform to the usual principles of carving.

Even more bizarrely, Kevin swung his sword at an exposed eyeball pattern on the wall, attempting to destroy this unsettling and malevolent symbol.

However, as the blade sliced open the crack, a crimson liquid, similar to blood, gushed from the wound. The eye pattern blinked erratically a few times before shattering with a scream.

"Should we tell Sejuani and the others?"

Hexi nudged Kevin with her elbow and asked in a low voice.

The man glanced back at the camp, which was deliberately keeping its distance from them and where no one seemed to care about their actions, and shook his head slightly.

Given all the strange things that have happened, Sejuani's wariness is understandable.

At least, the woman was open about the issues, which allowed Kevin to conclude that their partnership had not yet broken down.

But to tell Sejuani about these incredible discoveries now and suggest they evacuate Frostguard City would be a bit too forward for someone they don't know well.

In particular, based on Kevin's observations along the way, Sejuani has always been a stubborn person who won't give up until she hits a wall.

To ask her to give orders to the army to abandon the already prepared camp would be an impossible task.

Rather than causing unpleasantness, it's better to let it be.

"Look around and see if there are any other clues!"

Kevin closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and murmured something.

Watching his two teammates disappear into the distance, the man gazed down at the Howling Abyss the wind howled, and murmured to himself.

Looks like I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight...

With his head bowed, Kevin grinned coldly.

Sometimes whether the prey falls into the trap isn't the key issue; the problem is whether you can stomach it...

As night fell and the wind howled, Sejuani, after arranging the matters concerning both visible and hidden sentries, sat on a stone bench and ate some dried cured meat to stave off her hunger.

Kevin and his two companions naturally leaned against the edge of the central square, lit a fire, and sat together to reminisce.

"It saw me!"

"It saw me!"

"It saw me!"

Hexi's haul was a rubbing stained with dried blood, covered with a jumbled, repetitive sentence.

Through the broken fingernail found in the crack of the stone and the increasingly frantic writing, one can easily imagine the fear and panic of the narrator at that time.

Just as Kevin was slowly coming to his senses, Hela, who was standing next to him, took out three crumpled pieces of parchment from her pocket and casually tossed them over.

"The 20th of the Brumaire, by the Just Order, has finally arrived. I underestimated the journey to get here."

The early blizzard and the frigid landscape delayed our journey, and the caravan spent almost half the time resting.

O Goddess of Light, severe frostbite has forced us to abandon a third of our people and goods in the cities along the route.

Fortunately, just as we were about to run out of food, we finally made contact with the people of Frostguard City.

Although the people here are not very talkative, the good food and lodging, along with the rare hot bath, made us feel like we were living in paradise.

The next day, Lissandra, the leader of the Frost Guard, personally received us, her lowly merchants.

She was a eloquent and elegant lady with a graceful demeanor and a Queen- like presence.

This reminds me of Queen Anixid of the South, not the barbarian chieftain of the Frostguard City.

Soon it came time to negotiate the price. Good heavens, Ms. Lissandra was simply the most generous noblewoman; she was willing to add another 30% to the original price of those magical materials.

Moreover, she invited us to the Frost Moon Festival in two weeks.

Lissandra? One of the legendary three sisters of the Three Northern Tribes? Is this a hereditary title?

Kevin gathered his thoughts for a moment, frowned, and turned to the second page.

Something's not right.

The Frost Guard insist on following us at all times, and to ensure secrecy, we must prevent accidental entry into certain parts of the city, which is understandable.

But at night, there were scratching sounds on the walls, and elongated, eerie shadows were reflected in the windows. The pervasive sense of being watched was truly chilling...

Moreover, the strange rustling noises from the nearby rooms, and the wet, sticky whispers in the dream, like the wriggling of soft creatures, all exuded a chilling eeriness.

Unfortunately, most of the caravan members suffered from insomnia. Even when they managed to doze off during the day, they would dream of falling endlessly into a frozen, deep underground cave.

In addition, the number of people in the caravan seems to have decreased...

But I can't remember their faces, or even their names. My other companions and I had similar symptoms.

Our mental state was terrible, but every night, an unusual sense of excitement would arise.

For some reason, we feel as if we've lived in the Frostguard City for a long time, and everything about our past is gradually becoming blurred.

Alisa, my daughter, I don't know how much longer I can remember you, so I chose to write all this down..."

Hexi, who had moved closer to Kevin to examine the contents of the letter, had a deep and serious look in her eyes. She continued reading the third page by sliding her fingers along the parchment.

"We are not allowed to leave here; everything must wait until after the Frost Moon Festival."

What secret does this place hold?

If there are any secrets here, I'm sure I'll find them. Harrow and I will investigate this place tonight. The guards will never know we've left our quarters.

Frostguard City, Night

People are getting weirder and weirder, and even I'm starting to hate the sunlight outside more and more. I feel like I'm going crazy!

Today, I made a new discovery!

Many buildings bear a symbol: an open, gazing eye. They are almost everywhere, as if observing the city and its people.

Oh no, I have one in my room too!

Good heavens! It's actually moving!

No! I can't wait any longer! I'll try to escape tonight!

It's strange, why are so many people out at night? It's supposed to be during times when going out is prohibited.

Unfortunately, our escape plan failed, and we were swept up in the group.

Deep within the city, we see a large gathering of humans, including Frost Guard and our missing companions.

They knelt atop a giant stone eye, speaking strange words filled with reverence.

While they are still praying, this is our only chance!

Oh no! I have a feeling we're being watched...

Wait, what's that!

So that's the real reason we can't go out at night...

The account ends here.

The three exchanged a glance, each seeing the seriousness in the other's eyes.

It looks like I won't be able to get a good night's sleep tonight.

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"I am not a demon."

"My lord, I am..." the third wife said shyly.

"Sir, the situation at the border is critical. We implore you to come out of seclusion."

"You're still in the military?" Luo Chen was taken aback.

"I am not a soldier."

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Luo Chen's gaze fell on the First Madam.

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