Could it be that Adam had helped him precisely because he was mad and unstable?
Because Adam knew that Tudor in that state could never hold on to the position of Red Priest. Destruction awaited him in the end, and the corresponding Beyonder characteristics would separate from him and be left for those who came after.
And that was indeed how things had subsequently unfolded.
Just then, Stieffer suddenly spoke in an indifferent tone, saying in fairly standard Chinese, "Little Red Flower."
Edward froze, looking over in surprise. "Did Lilith teach you that?"
"..."
Stieffer did not answer again, but a slight ripple passed through his eyes.
"Hey!"
Amon was displeased. "Weren't you two fighting to the death just a moment ago? Why are you suddenly exchanging passwords? What language was that? What did it mean?"
Neither Edward nor Stieffer paid him any attention. Amon felt... isolated!
What a pair of annoying fellows. Sooner or later, I'll parasitize you and make you part of the great Amon family too!
As they continued onward, the murals in the hall recounted the progression of history. There were scenes of humans building cities, heavy snow covering plains, wars and migrations, and one country and city-state after another. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the murals.
It was an enormous dragon with deep blue eyes and scales of ice crystal.
The King of the North, Ulyssan!
The instant Edward saw him, those deep blue eyes suddenly came "alive." Then, amid a whistling sound mingled with cold winds, he actually flapped his enormous membranous wings and flew out of the mural.
At first, he was illusory, but he immediately became solid, then headed straight for the enormous stone pillar at the very back of the hall-the former seat of the Dragon King.
Boom!
The Frost