Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 464 Oaths and Trajectories

Geraldine lay in a pool of blood, his body covered in white snowflakes.

Her body twitched slightly on the ground, her eyes staring blankly in a certain direction, her stiff lips moving slightly.

"...they...they..."

"Geraldine!!"

Ignoring the blood and dust, Leonard rushed over and picked up the barely alive reporter.

A subtle, insignificant fear, traversing thousands of years and bursting forth from countless strands of divinity, ultimately scratched Leonard's soul like a cat's paw.

Time is the best anesthetic, and divinity is the best blade. The scene that once terrified him thousands of years ago is now just a few fragments.

But every time he sees his partner and teammates lying in his arms like that, those tiny fragments of pain would condense into fine needles, piercing his spirit. The pain had become as gentle as the evening breeze, but it still stubbornly persisted.

One teammate after another walked past him, lying one by one amidst the pure white moonflowers, one silent and solemn funeral after another, until he became numb to the endless stream of departures, yet the memories and the past stubbornly remained.

Through repeated experiences and habits, it approaches zero infinitely, yet it still stubbornly persists.

It exists, it exists, it exists.

Subtle, yet real.

Leonard subconsciously looked up at Klein, then turned to look at Geraldine in his arms.

The once energetic reporter was now twitching weakly, murmuring in a barely audible voice.

"They...they..."

"They're...catching up with me..."

Geraldine's PTSD flared up again.

As a leader, Leonard only needs to give orders, but as the current assistant and doctor, Audrey has many more things to consider.

She immediately went to check on Geraldine's body and took out her toolbox to provide first aid.

As the person in my arms gradually calmed down, with their eyes half-open and half-closed, a sedative was administered, and she fell into a state of chaotic yet tranquil daze.

"A very strange injury."

Audrey took out a bandage and bandaged Geraldine, frowning at the wound.

"These wounds... are more like the dagger in her hand, as if she created them herself."

"She knows her body very well; these wounds aren't fatal, but they're painful enough."

"Moreover, she is very familiar with this kind of operation, and it seems that she does it often."

As the last bandage was applied, Audrey gasped.

"It's like... she's trying to use pain as a tool to fight against the horrors of PTSD and regain her will."

Leonard sighed.

"She was a veteran who received a first-class merit award, but she was discharged from the military and transferred to civilian work because of PTSD."

Audrey suddenly realized, and her gaze towards Geraldine held even more admiration.

"That's not surprising. Most of the people in the army faithfully fulfill the Margaret Oath and have a strong will."

"Legend has it that the people of Loen who uphold the Oath of Margaret will receive the protection of the Valkyrie as long as they recite the entire Oath."

"It seems she is a true soldier."

“But if you continue to express your feelings here, she will become a real dead person.”

Klein tapped each of them on the head with a chestnut.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Leonard turned Geraldine, who had been bandaged, to the side and pulled out his blood-stained hand.

The viscous liquid was a bright, dazzling red, as if it contained some kind of captivating radiance, completely different from the blackened blood that had just oxidized.

This strange blood stretched from the ground all the way to Geraldine's body, eventually gathering in her hands.

Soaked in eerie blood was a strip of cloth tightly clenched in his palm.

Hot bullets littered the ground, and the pistol and knife were firmly welded to Geraldine's hands; the warrior would never lose her weapons at any moment.

The bright red blood continued to flow downwards, dripping onto the ground, its rhythmic patter extending into the depths of the alley, outlining the trajectory of someone's movements.

"In other words, she encountered a cultist, triggered PTSD, and forcibly regained part of her consciousness by self-harming. She then fought the cultist to the death, exchanging blows, but in the end, the guy still managed to escape."

"And this scene was witnessed by Kovau, or rather, the reporter himself asked Kovau to call for help."

The quiet Geraldine stared blankly, yet stubbornly gazed in the direction where the bloodstains had disappeared, her arm pointing defiantly toward the alley where the blood had vanished.

"She's leaving us a way out..."

Klein sighed.

She was unaware that the Divination Skywalkers were a dangerous practice; she simply wanted to leave clues for Leonard.

“For the extraordinary, we can use this strip of cloth for divination; for the mundane, we can trace bloodstains and smells.”

"Hakidin, you even thought of this...?"

"If you don't understand, remember to use overused jokes at another time. Now is not the time."

Leonard handed Geraldine over to Audrey.

“Audrey, could you please take Geraldine to the hospital for treatment?”

"Her injuries are not serious and she is fine, but she may still need to continue taking medication for PTSD and receiving psychological treatment."

"Please go to the Earth Church Hospital and find Dr. Emlyn. He is the journalist's attending physician."

The three secured the overly composed Geraldine to the motorcycle. Audrey skillfully straddled the front, allowing Geraldine's arms to wrap around her waist and secure them firmly with bandages.

"Well then, I'll be back soon, please be careful."

After a brief farewell, Audrey walked away.

I never imagined Audrey was once a spirited young woman...

Klein silently complained to himself.

The task of tracking down the cult members then fell to the remaining two.

Following the glowing bloodstains and poor-quality surveillance cameras, the two wandered through crowded and oppressive alleys and corridors until there was no more bloodstains to be found.

"What to do next?"

How to do?

The Coffin Man is one of the key cultists in tonight's calamity; he must die completely before everything begins, the sooner the better.

Leonard was getting a little irritated. Just as he was thinking of a solution, he saw Klein take out a bloodstained old crowbar from the large box of the fully automatic wish-granting machine.

Klein stepped back a short distance, dipped the crowbar in the radiant blood, and then quietly raised the crowbar.

"Do you want to... perform divination with a staff? Right here?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you say before that fortune-telling among the Skywalkers was a very dangerous thing? Are you still going to take the risk to do fortune-telling now?"

"Then this isn't divination, is it?"

"?"

Leonard was completely bewildered by this internal struggle between his left and right brains.

"As long as I believe it, whatever I say it is, that is what it is."

"So this wasn't a divination ceremony, but just a simple conversation, a phone call to the world beyond."

"..."

Leonard couldn't keep up with Klein's train of thought and could only hold his breath and wait on the sidelines.

Klein took a deep breath and then looked firmly at the vertical crowbar.

If that crowbar divination in the dungeon wasn't a coincidence.

If you are truly on the other side of the world, engaging in a secret and profound dialogue with me through countless events and objects.

in case……

If the beauty and cruelty you describe are both real events from the past.

Now, please help me, Melissa!

Come on, tell me!

Klein released the crowbar.