Chapter 233

Things that become fleeting in the face of death—there were so many I could not even count them all. But things that did not become fleeting even in the face of death were different.

If death were to come tomorrow, what should we accomplish? Even the most dazzling wealth and honor are but fleeting mirages before death.

The god of death, bearing six black wings, scattered his power along with death.

Caw! Caw!

A swirling flock of crows was pecking away at the lords of ancient Saxony.

Ravens, impervious to any magic or resistance, pecked at the Eldritches’ robes and the darkness concealed beneath, gasping with hunger.

Shrieks like souls being torn out echoed through the air, while the Black Orb remained silent and still within it.

He thought absently. Could it be that the Black Orb had deliberately obtained the grimoire, The Scales of the Heart, and aligned itself with ‘Death’ precisely to prepare for this day?

He had calculated the moment when Eldrich and Dale would face him fairly. Even if they were no match for the Black Orb, they weren’t even opponents he could defeat so one-sidedly as he was doing now.

But for Dale’s father, it was not so. Rather, it would not be an exaggeration to call them natural enemies.

Immortal beings, destined to live through endless ages without knowing death, were desperately fleeing before the crows filling the sky.

As wretchedly and pitifully as the victims in Hitchcock’s film The Birds.

“The test has only just begun.”