An Unquiet Night

As that frenzied and violent aura burst forth from the thin Gray Fog, the entire No. 6 White Coat Street seemed to tremble slightly, as if it had been startled.

Inside the building, in different rooms, those who were already fast asleep began to tremble unconsciously, trapped in a Blood-Colored Nightmare. Those who were still awake looked around in bewilderment and confusion, as if they had returned to a few years ago when Barricades were everywhere and gunfire and artillery fire were frequent.

Below Franca's Apartment, in a quiet room, a man who had been sleeping with his eyes closed suddenly sat up, raising his head warily and fearfully towards the Source of the terrifying aura.

Meanwhile, Underground the Saint Robles Church, within the offices of the Inquisition the Market District.

Angoulême de François, who was on night duty, suddenly stood up and ran towards the place where those Mystical Item were sealed, trying to improve his ability to cope with accidents and Calamity in a short period of time.

In other rooms, Imre, Valentine, and the others also felt the violent aura that seemed to shake the entire city of Trier; some trembled, while others turned Pale White.

This terrified them even more than the Calamity at the "Shadow Tree".

But none of them stood still; some rushed out of the room to join Angoulême, while others spread their arms, hurriedly praised the Sun, and then ran towards the Saint Robles Church above.

Memorial Hall District, Number 11 Springwater Street.

Gardner Martin, who was stroking a Full-Body Armor, frowned slightly and turned his gaze towards the southeast area with a puzzled look.

He felt something there was calling to him, subtly making his blood burn a little hotter.

Depths Underground Trier, Olsen, who always carried a small brown leather suitcase and looked like a hungry bear, suddenly turned his ear to listen to the sounds nearby.

There, faint sounds of fighting and shouting could be heard.

The "Supervisor" of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" suddenly turned fierce and crazed, and pressed his right hand against his neck.

There, a barely visible thin line stood out, seeping with fiery red blood.

Located on Island District in the middle of the Serenzo River, the Church Saint Viève Church, the "Eternal Blazing Sun," was originally shrouded in darkness, with only the Clock Tower beside it still lit. But at this moment, the Slumber Church was suddenly illuminated by a brilliant ray of Sunlight.

Sunlight streamed upwards, instantly filling the onion-like Dome and illuminating each Stained Glass.

North of Trier, in the heart of the Cathedral District, the Archbishop's Bishop's Cathedral of the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery" stands tall with its thick, Iron-Black chimneys.

With a rumble, the enormous Steam inside the Church began to operate, and large amounts of pale white mist billowed upwards from the forest-like chimneys, enveloping the night sky.

Erato District, a small town very close to the Sacred Heart Monastery.

A Golden Dog and the lady beside it turned to look at the distant city of Trier.

Red Swan Castle.

Count Puyver was already lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt the entire Ancient Castle become extremely oppressive, and the Nightmare roars and screams echoed from the Depths of the Underground once more.

At this moment, the Beyonder in the Market District and the powerful figures elsewhere in Trier were all drawn to the undisguised and incredibly flamboyant aura of madness.

Loki, hiding in the room diagonally below Franca's Apartment, had just reacted to the violent and terrifying aura and hadn't even had time to recall the "Wraith" possessing Lumian and cautiously let it lead him away from the Spirit World when he saw the surrounding darkness instantly thicken, swallowing the Crimson Moonlight and bringing ultimate tranquility to the area.

He closed his eyes uncontrollably and without realizing it, lay back down on the bed, and truly fell Past.

Lumian's thoughts returned to normal, and he ignited his own anger, pouring all his Accumulation emotions into the Crimson Flames.

"Go to hell!"

He let out a low growl, his eyes bulging with veins as he stomped forward with his left foot, quickly twisting his waist and back, and threw out his right fist with all his might.

Amidst the rumbling, muffled explosion, all the Flames on Lumian's body gathered on the surface of his fist, naturally compressing into an Blazing White color.

The Blazing White Fireball detached from Lumian's right fist and, following his predetermined trajectory, slammed into the side wall of the Apartment.

The sound he just heard came from behind that wall!

Boom!

The wall had collapsed, creating a large hole, revealing a man standing in the corridor.

He had brown hair and eyes, and a thin face; he was the Marionette that "Loki" had used that evening.

He was the one who was speaking just now!

Before Lumian could realize that he had not found the real "Loki," he saw a dark tide surge in and engulf him.

He had already vented his anger and the resulting Flames, and his mood quickly became peaceful. He unconsciously closed his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

His Distortion face began to relax, and his body and soul were Soothing.

He no longer showed any signs of Loss of Control.

Hella, dressed in Black Widow-style Dress and wearing a veiled soft hat, emerged from the darkness.

Being the closest to the Apartment and searching for traces of the battle involving Loki, Lumian, and others, she was undoubtedly the first to arrive.

Without delay, she made Lumian, Franca, "Loki," and the two Marionette disappear from the spot.

Her figure disappeared as the dense darkness rapidly receded.

Apart from the collapsed walls, no trace was left at the scene.

Just two seconds later, the Apartment was suddenly illuminated by Sunlight.

Underground Trier, in an abandoned Mine.

The figures of Lumian, Franca, and others were quickly sketched out.

They remained Slumber, except for Hella, whose face was slightly Paleness, who remained awake and stood to the side.

The Vice President of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" no longer had hair that was as dry and split as before; it had become quite smooth and was dyed the color of Evernight.

She took out a jug full of strong liquor, gulped down a third of it, and then turned her gaze to Lumian.

Hella's forehead silently "cracked open," spewing out a Gloom light that formed an indescribable, ancient, and ethereal bronze gate.

The gate swayed and creaked, cracking open a gap that revealed endless darkness, within which seemed to hide countless, densely packed, and indescribable eyes.

Affected by the illusory gate filled with the aura of death, the "Wraith" attached to Lumian flew out without any resistance.

The next second, he landed on the ground because Hella had raised her right hand and pressed it against her forehead. The ancient bronze gate disappeared, and the eerie light it emitted retreated back into the crack.

Hella then looked at Loki, who was still Slumber.

This "April Fool's Day's Day" leader has an ordinary face, very similar to those living on White Coat Street, making him indistinguishable from others.

Hella stared for two seconds before her Eyes quickly lost focus.

In Loki's dream.

Hella, dressed in Black Widow- style clothing, appeared before an ancient Castle shrouded in a thin Gray Fog.

The Castle gates were wide open, as silent as the entrance to Tomb.

Hella glanced up at the dark, Pitch-Black Ancient Castle with its many pointed roofs, walked through the gate, passed through the dimly lit courtyard, and entered the hall where strangely shaped chandeliers with unclear light sources were hanging.

The hall was filled with guests, each with a rather blank expression and a motionless body, as if they were just Wax Figures.

Surrounded by these dozens or even hundreds of "Wax Figures" is a gray platform with three stone steps, in the middle of which sits an old-fashioned dark red chair.

At that moment, there was a man in his late twenties sitting in the seat.

He wore a silk top hat and a black Tailcoat. He had dark gray Eyes, short brown hair, a high nose bridge, and a slightly upturned mouth with a subtle smile.

The man gripped the armrests on both sides, leaned back in his chair, and relaxed.

"Who are you?" His voice echoed throughout the ancient Ancient Castle, seemingly questioning "Hella."

Hella walked past the crowd that resembled Wax Figures and up the steps to the man.

Her cold, flat voice asked, "' Loki,' don't you recognize me?"

Loki's smile widened even more:

"' Hella,' you really did find her after all..."

Taking advantage of the other person's Dream state, Hella asked directly, "Why did you want to harm the members of the Society?"

Loki tilted his head back slightly and laughed, "The only value of those idiots is that they provide us with amusement."

"You should know very well that the Apocalypse is just a few years away, and they'll all die sooner or later, so they might as well sacrifice themselves in advance to entertain us."

Hella fell silent for a moment, and the surrounding air grew even colder. On the Stone Bricks- paved ground and the surrounding walls, one could vaguely make out Paleness, decaying hands that seemed to be reaching out.

After a few seconds, she spoke again:

Why did you try to harm Muggle?

Loki stopped laughing, looked at Hella, and said with a smirk, "Because..."

His expression Change abruptly, and Hella sensed some kind of danger approaching from her Dream.

"Because, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth..."

Loki's voice faded into the distance, and the entire Dream began to collapse under Hella's will.

The ancient Ancient Castle crumbled into fragments and vanished into pure but illusory darkness.

In the real world, inside an unmanned Mine Underground Trier.

Hella opened her eyes, and countless tiny, living creatures were wriggling beneath her Paleness skin.

Her figure vanished quickly, then reappeared, without the abnormality that had just appeared.

Loki's body had collapsed into a mass of flesh and blood, with Distortion Worms crawling in and out of it.

Hella observed quietly, but did not detect Beyonder Characteristic being released.

Inside Pitch-Black Ancient Castle shrouded in layers of mist, in a gloomy room, lay a dark red Coffin.

Suddenly, a Paleness hand reached out from the Coffin and gripped the edge of the Wooden Planks.