Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 748: Chapter 748: The Witch Empress’s Gift

“Is this some kind of proverb? The path ahead connects to the passage of death, indeed a road to death.”

Shard reached out and touched the stele, confirming that it was just an ordinary object. However, given Shard’s understanding of the Witch Council, it was likely that after this matter ended, the Grand Witches would take the stele away for collection.

“How interesting.”

He circled to the back of the stele and discovered that there was also text on the reverse side. However, the letters on the back were unlike the neatly inscribed letters on the front, resembling the careless scrawls that an unkempt mathematician might leave in the margins of a piece of paper during calculations.

Indeed, the text on the front and back were not even in the same language:

“This is…”

He squinted and leaned in to read, realizing it was a fragmented sentence:

“… delve into the boundary land, slay the resurrected ones. Before death…”

He read these words out loud, and after a moment of thought, furrowed his brow:

“A Fragment of a Poem Chapter?”

Although the text was very short, its grammatical structure was very similar to what Shard had seen on the stone figurine that accompanied Mr. Pasolo’s burial.

“This doesn’t seem like a sentence to judge the identity of the Chosen One, but rather like a requirement of the Chosen One Ceremony… The location of the ceremony needs to be at the edge of life and death, and the person holding the ceremony must have killed a resurrected one. Then, before real death comes, they must do something else…”

He recorded these words; they might be useful.

Continuing on, after leaving the platform, there was another narrow hallway. The howling wind filled with the power of death was now nearly on par with the wind in the depths of the Nature Chapel’s interstice.

Clearly, a fierce battle had occurred here, with the ground covered in a layer of black bones, scattered with silver powder and holy water for exorcism, apparently left behind just half an hour earlier. Although Miss Aphrola and her party had entered earlier, it seemed they had taken a long time to deal with the troubles Shard had not encountered.

At first, the hallway was extremely narrow, but after a few dozen steps, it opened up. Unlike the outer hallway, the walls here were even and made of stone slabs, faintly marked with unrecognizable traces.