The jawline of that half-face was almost level with Lu Yuan's gaze. Its gray-white, pupil-less eyeball faced him from very close range—close enough for Lu Yuan to make out the fine patterns on its surface, like cracks weathered into ancient stone.
The Gray Mist quietly receded to either side, as if making room for a meeting that had long been arranged.
Lu Yuan stood atop the Fragment Platform. Before him was a gigantic face occupying half his field of vision, a pupil-less gray-white eyeball staring straight at him.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan remembered.
Leike had said that the memories extracted from those Third Order members of the Grey Covenant contained an image of a gigantic head suspended in darkness, with believers kneeling beneath it to receive instructions.
This was it. Clearly, Leike had fallen for it while reading that memory, and Lu Yuan had barged straight in as well.
Gray-White Text appeared at the edge of his vision.
[Target detected: ■■ (incomplete)] [A defeated existence that had nevertheless escaped everything and lingered on to this day.]
Lu Yuan looked at the Gray-White Text, and his heartbeat quickened slightly.
Defeated? Escaped everything? Escaped what? Lingered on!
This was an existence that had lost.
Lu Yuan's mindset subtly shifted at that moment. If it was The Defeated, then he had no reason to worry about his safety at all.
With that thought, Lu Yuan directly met its gaze. The enormous face still occupied half his vision, its gray-white eyeball still fixed upon him.
It spoke.
"When the Sea of Knowledge was stirred, I already knew of thee."
Layered voices pressed down heavily, making the Fragment Platform tremble faintly beneath the sound waves.
Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly.
The disturbance in the Sea of Knowledge had occurred during the