Chapter 228
The elderly gentleman in formal attire, following the gesture of death, sent the flock of crows charging.
And in response, Shub, the ancient Mother of Darkness, unleashed pitch-black tentacles from beneath her dress.
Death, darkness, and the Mother Goddess.
An ancient symbol, the womb of all myths and legends, an ideology inescapable from the moment of human birth.
The vessels of thought etched into the hearts of the two mages, Dale and the Black Mage, collided.
‘Mother of the Ancient Darkness…’
The symbols people carry from birth ultimately stem from their lives. Just as no being can escape death, so too does a person’s life begin with their mother’s blessing.
Life and death, death and mother. It all felt like two sides of the same coin.
─ Why do you say that, human child?
Shuva, who had grown into a proper young lady before I knew it, smiled with graceful elegance. It was a smile overflowing with the same benevolence and dignity as her mother’s.
Swoosh!
Simultaneously, Shuv’s tentacles fluttered out, confronting the swarm of death crows filling the sky and surging forward.
She was never just another person. She was the embodiment of the grimoire fused into Dale’s heart, existing as part of him.
Just as the elderly gentleman in the suit before Dale was.
That didn’t mean he could just stand by and do nothing, though.
“I will give it my all.”
As Shub’s tentacles held back the crows, Dale spoke. The Black Ball nodded silently.
