A domain-like haze surrounded the World Tree, as though barring anyone from approaching its center. On the base outside the fog was a mysterious symbol.
It resembled an ancient, battered emblem. Its intricate lines and incisions looked like a design combining weapons and the moon, somewhat like the images on tarot cards or even older ritual symbols.
Time had almost worn the design smooth, yet it still gave off a strangely stirring presence.
"The murals here record some kind of information-sacrifices, epics, wars, or something else... ancient people had limited space, so they always liked using the simplest murals to explain as much as possible... fuck, they wouldn't even write a little less and describe one particular thing in more detail. At least that would preserve one thing, instead of this information overload," Mu Daxian complained.
"I know what you want to say, but don't ask me. I don't know much either."
Mu Daxian shrugged. "The teachers definitely know, but they never talk about it, and they won't let us stay here too long, either, so... let's go. If there's anything you want to know, you can ask them directly. They'll tell you if they're willing."
"Come on, come on. Don't linger here too long."
Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang toward the hall's exit.
Mao Feiyang followed him numbly. Suddenly remembering something, he couldn't help asking, "Right, those... students brought here by the teachers who weren't quite right. What will happen to them?"
Mao Feiyang meant the group that included the girl in a Sailor Uniform with the hair clip.
"They're beyond saving," Mu Daxian answered without hesitation.
Mao Feiyang's heart jolted.
Lin Yi was startled too.
"Cognitive contamination from a first impression takes much deeper root than having your understanding overturned bit by bit," Mu Daxian said calmly. "Those