"Judging by his momentum, it was as if he intended to call out the Twelve Anomalies one by one..."
"Then what will happen once he's called out every anomaly?"
At that moment, Han Su sat behind that door—or, more precisely, in that secret chamber—allowing the Mysterious Power to envelop him and the mysterious ritual to proceed. He couldn't help but straighten up slightly, his gaze sweeping coldly over the anomalies.
They were all monsters.
They were all monsters that had once haunted his nightmares, chasing him day after day until he was at death's door. But now, as the Old Butler "recorded" them one by one, the fog in Han Su's mind suddenly began to lift.
Countless memories, fragmented into tiny pieces yet astonishingly clear, surfaced in Han Su's mind...
Or perhaps they weren't in Han Su's mind at all.
The Mysterious Power within the Ancient Castle was entering Han Su's mental model. It had revived those long-buried memories and passed them on to him.
Han Su saw the countless natural and man-made disasters that had swept across this land: the Mother Body Divine Tree, the Corpse River, and the Lost Rain, all leaving it ruined and terrifying.
He saw this world become a shattered mess, reality and the abyss intertwined.
He saw the Aberrant Species racing across the land, while the flame of human civilization had nearly been extinguished.
And yet, "he" had once patched things up, joined forces with these monsters—or rather, with the "anomalies" sealed inside them—and resolved one disaster after another, establishing a series of ancient pacts.
Those pacts had long since been lost.
No historical records remained, and nothing could prove that any of it had ever happened.
Not until this moment, in the Ancient Castle, when the "Emperor" met the monsters sealing the Twelve