Accumulation

Lavinia's voice was soft, and her hands trembled uncontrollably as she spoke. Her young heart was filled with sorrow and anger.

Do you hate her?

Bai Mo looked at Abigail and asked, then Lavinia shook her head.

"She's the key to all of this, but she's also unconsciously influenced. If I hate her, it's just pure emotional venting. But correspondingly, stopping that guy's plan is my best revenge..."

The girl lowered her head and slowly spoke:

"Anyway, I only have one day left."

Looking at the somber Lavinia, Bai Mo gently stroked her head with one hand. At first, she protested a little, but soon she nestled against Bai Mo and fell asleep. Bai Mo was the first person she saw during her hypothermia and pain, and also the only person she could trust and rely on at the moment.

She gently placed Lavinia beside Abigail, but Abigail still woke up. Seeing the tear stains on Lavinia's eyes, she was wide awake and timidly asked Bai Mo.

"Mr. Bai Mo, um, once I get to Newport, will I still be able to write to Lavinia? Or rather, will I still be able to see her? The post office in town is practically deserted."

"... Did I do something wrong? I don't know what happened, but I feel that Lavinia seems very weak... like those old people."

"She does have some symptoms, but they are not incurable." Bai Mo's calm words were like a shot of adrenaline for Abigail. He gently wiped away the tears on the girl's face, looked into Abigail's bright, watery eyes, and replied:

"As for staying in touch, as long as you hold each other in your hearts, distance cannot stop you. Some things cannot be erased by differences in time or space."

The girl nestled beside Bai Mo, time flowing quietly by. Bai Mo flipped through Randolph's collection of books, while Abby looked at the words on the pages with curiosity.

Suddenly, Bai Mo raised an eyebrow as a barely perceptible series of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Bai Mo looked puzzled, while Abigail gripped his clothes tightly, a hint of fear in her eyes. A gentle knock came at the door, followed by Circe's soft voice.

Good evening, I'm here!

Why are you here instead of sleeping?

Bai Mo was somewhat puzzled, then Circe pushed open the door and whispered:

"Didn't we talk about this morning? We were dealing with important matters then. Now that the important matters are finished, isn't it time to start dealing with non-important matters?"

A semi-transparent gauze sleeve slipped inside, and Bai Mo pinched her trigeminal nerve, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Don't come in. At least check the situation. I think I heard Atalanta clench her fist."

"That's a plus, darling."

Circe entered, now dressed in a gorgeous long-sleeved silk gown, her graceful figure accentuated by the dim light. But the next moment, the alluring smile on her face froze.

Bai Mo was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Abigail's eyes covered by his hand, but her cheeks were already as red as a ripe apple.

"W-Why are you two little devils here?!"

Circe getting a little frustrated. With a wave of his hand, the carefully prepared "battle robe" was replaced with a very ordinary nightgown.

"Um... sorry to bother you, we'll be going now!" Abigail grabbed the still-sleepy Lavinia and they fled back to their room as if escaping.

Circe sat on a chair in the room, covering her face with her hands, looking utterly hopeless. Bai Mo looked at her helplessly beside her.

"I warned you, I heard Atalanta clench her fist, those two kids must be here."

"So that's what Atalanta meant after all... Ugh, the atmosphere is completely ruined. I even had Mata Hari help me design this, and this is the first time it's turned out like this. It'll be completely useless in the future."

She reluctantly crawled into bed, looking at Bai Mo who was sitting by the bedside.

"You're not kicking me out this time?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get some rest. There's still a lot to do, and the enemy is still around. I usually can't sleep in these situations, so I use meditation to pass the time."

"Sigh, I'm destined to toil my whole life."

Circe shrank back, wrapped tightly in the blanket, and peeked out, pouting her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Don't you have any thoughts at all? I spent so much time getting ready!"

"It's probably as cool as what you usually wear, right? No, this seems even better..."

"Waaah..."

Circe turned over, seemingly a little annoyed. After a while, a voice came from beside him:

"Very beautiful, even more beautiful than any goddess I've ever seen. Are you satisfied now?"

That's more like it.

Circe chuckled softly as she turned back, gazing at the face resting with eyes closed in the moonlight, and drifted off to sleep with a smug smile. It was the most comfortable sleep she had ever had, until she heard Bai Mo's soft call in her ear.

"Wake up, Circe."

"Ugh... it's morning already?"

Seeing the thick fog outside the window, which reduced visibility to almost nothing, and the almost oppressive pressure in the air, she quickly shifted from a relaxed sleep to a state of alertness, and her wand appeared in her hand as if it had come to life.

Abigail and the Chaldea group stepped out of the room. The fog was so thick that they could barely see. Abigail blushed slightly as she looked at Bai Mo and Circe, but quickly shook her head and forgot about it. She took Lavinia's hand and walked out step by step.

"Um, Lavi..."

"It's alright, let's go, Abby. We agreed last night that I would see you off at the dock."

The fog was so thick that you couldn't see your feet. Ritsuka and her group had clearly gotten much closer. In this place where she was born and raised, Abigail could walk to the port even with her eyes closed.

But strangely, more and more figures followed, like a procession of pilgrims. They didn't say a word, just silently followed, and along with them came a pungent smell of blood.

"Mr. Bai Mo, is someone bleeding?"

No, don't look back, keep going.

Bai Mo urged her softly, Abigail took one step at a time. The sound of waves reached her ears, and the harbor was right in front of her, where people were gathered. A man stood on the deck of a ship on the shore. Abigail looked at the familiar figure, yet felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

"Uncle?"

Abigail Williams.

Randolph Carter, who was leading the group, spoke up, and the people around him echoed, forming a circle around them and mechanically repeating the words: "Abigail Williams."

The chorus of voices seemed to surround her like a wall, and Abigail covered her head and squatted down, as did Ritsuka and the others.

"No, this isn't Magecraft, it's unlocking memories! Oh no!"

At this moment, Circe realized just how vast the distortion Raum had created here was; the degree of time distortion was almost beyond her imagination, and it was practically beyond human comprehension.

"The degree of time distortion observed before exceeded our imagination. It's very likely that several cycles have already occurred here, but the memories and emotions within were sealed away by Raum, and now they've all erupted at once!"

The barrier continued to shatter, and Randolph Carter's eyes gleamed with a blood-red light.

"Finally, after all this accumulation, we have finally achieved our vision. The time has come, Abigail, the judgment of humanity has arrived."

As he finished speaking, Abigail's body began to twist, and almost transparent tentacles could be seen writhing. A ripple of energy surged from beneath Bai Mo's feet, and the calming power allowed everyone to temporarily recover from the overwhelming impact of those memories and emotions.

"Bai Mo, can you hear me? The spiritual veins of the entire American Continent are almost being depleted and are in turmoil. We must stabilize her mind!"

However, as the calming power continued to influence her, the distortion within Abigail grew increasingly intense.

Bai Mo immediately changed his target, his figure vanishing in an instant. His actions made no attempt to conceal his power; with every move, a surge of immense force stirred up Storm.

At the same time, Lavinia threw the jar in her hand, which contained the Whateley Family's unique Magecraft: Ibn Kaz Powder. Driven by Bai Mo's power, the tiny powder transformed into a large hand and slammed it hard into Randolph Carter's face.

The human face vanished instantly, revealing the face of a raven. Raum let out a mournful howl, having lost its role on the stage.

"In that case, I will deal with you in my true form. But that is enough, Abigail Williams, the witch of Salem, the key to open the gate, the kin of Yog -Sothoth."

Your trial begins now.

The colossal Demon God Pillar, surging with immense energy, stood there, while the surrounding Salem residents, all revealing their ghoul forms, perched atop it, appearing incredibly ugly and exuding a nauseating madness and eeriness.