A lighthouse? Still shining?
So it really was a reference. This resonance across time was quite something.
The Behind-the-Gate People still had a way of not quite speaking like people, but combined with that familiar shape, some things had become yet another confirmation for Fu Qian.
If the arrangement on Moore's side—the lighthouse in the eyes of the Wise Dead—really was connected to these people, then what was its purpose?
That question had come up earlier. At the time, the prevailing theory was that they had found this place first, then gone back later to set it up.
Not that they had followed the information from the academy and used it as a clue to find this place.
Honestly, that ran somewhat counter to intuition. Yet the victory of logic now seemed to have been validated.
If it had been set up later, then it had to serve some purpose in the normal operation of this place.
And the Behind-the-Gate Person had just agreed with his reasoning, admitting that an individual in this place couldn't tell whether they were a shadow.
Then, in response to the paradoxical question he'd deliberately posed, the person had told him to come here and accept the lighthouse's guidance, and had sounded quite confident that it would solve the problem.
Putting it all together, the lighthouse was meant to help people confirm their own state? To see whether they'd unknowingly turned into shadows?
"Stand on the prism."
As his thoughts raced, the Behind-the-Gate Person offered another instruction. He really did have to stand on that symbol.
"What, are you scared?"
The person urged him on impatiently.
Prism? Even the name was so much like the one he'd come up with.
Expert Fu had never been one to buckle under emotional pressure.
At that moment, Fu