Chapter 457: Chapter 457 Wasteland Part (19)_1 Chapter 457: Chapter 457 Wasteland Part (19)_1 Fu Qian held a feather in his hand that was only the size of a fingertip, much more miniature in comparison to the circle of mirrors around him.
Yet it unmistakably felt like the same kind of thing.
“How can this be here?”
At this moment, Brother Overcoat, seeing the feather Fu Qian had picked up, also seemed quite surprised.
“There’s clearly no mirror or anything of the sort.”
“Indeed.”
Fu Qian casually agreed while closely examining Brother Overcoat’s head.
The left side of the other’s face, having been eroded by the black fog just before, now looked withered like tree bark.
Soon, perhaps feeling a bit itchy, Brother Overcoat scratched his face, leaving behind a slight wound.
And the next moment, a grey feather emerged slowly but steadfastly from the wound.
The feather didn’t stay attached to the face; rather, it detached as if hastened by ripeness, and within a few seconds, it wavered down to the ground.
At a glance, this feather appeared almost indistinguishable from the one in his hand.
Seeing this, could it be inferred that the feathers in the Mirror Hall came about in the same manner?
But with such an expanse, how long would it take for them to fall one by one?
Moreover, considering some feathers had already decayed, it indicated that the earliest ones must have dated back to a long while ago.
In the silence, Brother Overcoat finally noticed the oddity as well.
And when he looked down at the newly grown feather, he was completely frozen in place.
At this moment, Fu Qian was almost certain that this underground relic was indeed the target of his mission.
However, the mission referred to it as Angel Dungeon; could it be that shedding enough feathers led to growing wings and transforming into a bird-person?
It was rather hard to imagine!
Fu Qian shook his head, not attempting to engage Brother Overcoat any further, and with the feather in hand, he retraced his steps along the path he had come.
On his way back, Fu Qian quickly returned to the starting point, behind the Mirror Hall.
To his surprise, Sybil, along with another group of three, were already there waiting.
“Was that sound from your direction?”
“Did you find anything?”
Facing Fu Qian, who returned alone, Sybil seemed almost unable to wait to ask.
The commotion Ailina had caused was indeed significant, startling even other areas.
And why did the demigod’s demeanor seem to have changed again?
While contemplating, Fu Qian acutely perceived the shift in Sybil’s demeanor.
Compared to before they set off, her demeanor had undergone a complete one hundred and eighty-degree transformation.
Gone was the previously serene and peaceful demeanor, and even compared to their initial meeting, she seemed to exude a much heavier aura.
“Is this what you found inside?”
Without waiting for Fu Qian to respond, Sybil’s eyes had already fallen on the feather in his hand, her gaze intensifying in a flash.
“Are there mirrors like that inside as well?”
Faced with four questions, your thirst for knowledge is truly insatiable!
Fu Qian shook his head discreetly.
“No mirrors, but we discovered something else.”
He briefly described the hall with the columns, focusing especially on the glowing insects; then, he shook the feather in his hand.
“Additionally, this wasn’t found inside… it grew out of someone’s face.”
“Grew out of it!”
Sybil, whose brows were furrowed, immersed in the eerie scene described by Fu Qian, couldn’t help but snatch the feather at the mention of its peculiar origin.
“How can this be…”
She appeared as though she wanted to take the feather apart with her eyes, yet still didn’t find anything exceptional about it, and finally gave up.
“Where are Ailina and the others now?”
“No one’s dead, but their movement is somewhat restricted, so I came to get help.”
Fu Qian pointed toward the back.
“Then what are we waiting for? Take us there immediately!”
Sybil almost instantaneously gave the order.
“Hold on.”
However, just then, a voice came from behind, sounding oddly familiar.
The next moment, a figure walked through the door that had just been opened, coming in from the Mirror Hall.
Fu Qian looked up, and if it wasn’t the blue-haired demigod, then who else could it be?
Indeed, he hadn’t broken his promise and had really rushed over to join the exploration.
“Kelson.”
Sybil looked at the newcomer, her tone clearly conveying her confusion.
“How did you come to be here?”
“Everything outside is under control for now, and I was curious about this place,” the blue-haired demigod Kelson explained casually, his eyes, however, were fixed on Fu Qian as he voiced his own doubt.
“They’ve all lost the ability to move, yet you still had the strength to come and report?”
“Maybe because my ammunition was rather plentiful.”
Fu Qian replied in a calm tone to the demigod’s interrogation.
He even pulled out his pistol in front of everyone, opened it, and poured out the spent shells, then began loading new bullets one by one.
Honestly, even without what had happened before, Kelson’s suspicion was completely reasonable.
And as a suspect, Fu Qian’s response was undoubtedly provoking.
However, Kelson simply watched him reload in silence, and in the end, even nodded his head.
“Good work!”
“Just doing my duty!”
Fu Qian replied formally while inwardly heaving a sigh.
This one had clearly seen the mirror!
Knowing that his own demeanor had nearly bordered on challenging, under no circumstance should any demigod respond so mildly to such a situation.
Especially not someone as high ranking and powerful as Kelson.
Considering that they were currently in the underground ruins surrounded by the Sirens’ people, one slap could easily kill him, without worrying about any repercussions.
In fact, it was the perception that Kelson seemed to have undergone some sort of change that had prompted him to test the waters like that, and the other’s response had undoubtedly confirmed his suspicions.
“Hurry it up, don’t waste time!”
Amidst the unproductive exchange between the two, Sybil on the side couldn’t bear it any longer, and her words even carried a hint of murderous intent.
However, it was clear that she found the odd dialogue between Kelson and Fu Qian somewhat puzzling.
In her eyes, Kelson might have had a deeper purpose in sending Fu Qian here, so despite her icy impatience, she had no intention of overstepping and killing Fu Qian herself.
“Then, let’s get moving.”
In response to her prodding, Kelson spoke almost emotionlessly.
But being a demigod, in the next moment his expression showed a faint peculiarity as if he realized his own change.
Fu Qian, uninterested in discussing it with him, was already leading the way.
…
When the group arrived at the hall filled with columns, Brother Overcoat was still resting in the same spot.
He looked almost unchanged from when they left, and the ground didn’t even have additional feathers scattered on it.
And Ailina, who had lost consciousness, had somehow woken up, leaning against a column with the coat Fu Qian had left draped over her.
Yet her gaze at that moment was so tranquil it was almost vacant, and she didn’t even react to the group entering.
Wait, there seemed to be some change!
Fu Qian, walking ahead, suddenly realized something the next moment.
The fleeting back and forth sensation, that feeling of one’s inner being continuously purified, had disappeared.