Ominous Premonition

"That's..."

Nelson looked toward the end of the sky. Rolling banks of thick cloud were wreaking havoc over the ground. They circled the Temple of Apollo like a herd of beasts crowded together, roaring as they tried to tear everything within sight to shreds and devour it.

He took a Brass Telescope from his pocket and looked through the gaps between the pillars toward the horizon. The boundary where cloud and sky met was as sharply divided as the Chu-Han Boundary. With the temple at its center, a circle so perfect it could not be more perfect covered them overhead.

Birds refused to go near the dark clouds. A flock of reckless tits had only just touched the cloud layer when they were swallowed by the green light flickering between the clouds, losing their lives and falling toward the ground. Wherever the sunlight could not reach had already become a forbidden zone for life.

Nelson recalled how Berlin had looked before he set off. It was almost exactly the same as now, except that the dark clouds there had never been able to fully form under people's resistance. At this instant, the world of more than two thousand years ago and the age he lived in overlapped completely. The churning clouds were like a hideous ghost face, revealing a terrifying threat.

In 1945, Herpo the Foul had already written himself into the system of magic just as he had originally planned, constantly intercepting the power of revival from every use of Dark Magic over the span of two thousand years. His magic had become flawless. As long as Dark Magic still existed, he possessed an inexhaustible source of power.

Compared with his Dark Magic, mystery was what truly made him invincible. The history of more than two thousand years ago