Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Klein woke up from the chaos and felt an unpleasant dizziness.

When his vision cleared again, the damp and cold stone cave and the bloody and cruel God's Messenger had disappeared. Klein found himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

The ceiling was made of rustic logs, and simple gas lamps illuminated the brick walls.

Is this... a Fifth Epoch style house?

Klein stood up shakily and stumbled toward the door.

As if in response to his guess, more Fifth Epoch style decorations popped up from all directions. Carpets with a sense of age, linen knitted scarves, walls with simple whitewashing, and dimly flickering corridor lights...

The swaying and blurry world was like a huge bottomless cave, and Klein was like a caller standing at the entrance of the cave listening to the echo. His intermittent thoughts were like the shouts thrown into the cave, and the details that kept emerging were the echoes of this chaotic world to him.

The more he guessed, the more he thought, and the more he threw his own judgments, whether right or wrong, into the chaos before his eyes, the clearer this blurry world became.

Following the light of the gas lamp, Klein came to the corridor. The overabundance of details further confirmed Klein's thoughts.

Am I...traveling back to the Fifth Age again?

...No...This should just be an illusion from the Fifth Epoch...

Fragmented thoughts swirled in Klein's chaotic mind as he walked forward, holding onto the wall.

The vague illusion continued to grow richer based on Klein's thoughts and guesses, and the increasingly real and tangible details in turn confirmed Klein's judgments and guesses. The vicious cycle of absolute idealism crushed the boundaries between right and wrong, and the real reality became less and less meaningful in the illusion that spread like a snowball.

Illusions arise from the mind, and illusions guide the mind.

But Klein's soul and spirit were already scarred, making it difficult for him to discover these absurd connections.

Uncontrolled exposure to and use of [Void Dust] caused Klein's [sense of reality] to be tortured time and time again, and it had reached a precarious point. It was as if there were waves of calls and pulls coming from the nothingness outside of reality, which were about to forcefully embrace Klein and drag him completely into the silent nothingness.

The [Voice of Heaven] of the Messenger of Apocalypse was like a sharp blade, tearing apart Klein's fragile spirit. Countless broken thoughts surged in Klein's mind, but Klein was powerless and unable to piece together a stable and complete logic.

Will there be a door at the end of the corridor?

Klein hoped there was a door there, hoped this was just an illusion, and hoped there was a safe exit at the end that would take him away from everything.

...What exactly do I want to escape from?

Is this damn illusion, or...

Klein's hand traced the wall and hit a window.

This window was clearly of the Fifth Epoch style. Klein was very familiar with it. It looked just like the one in his room back then.

But the strange thing is that these wooden windows were completely nailed shut with thick wooden boards, revealing an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Why do you seal all the windows? Are you afraid that I will run away?

Could this be the exit?

In the Fifth Epoch, this kind of window shouldn't have partitions.

Klein thought so and grabbed the wooden board and pulled it hard. He actually tore off a large piece of the seemingly thick board.

Klein's poor balance caused him to fall on his butt. When he got up, he saw out the window through the gap.

Total darkness.

No, "black" is not actually a qualified description. But for an angel, Klein really couldn't find some completely appropriate sentences to describe the world outside the window. That "black" has completely exceeded the scope of his life level that can be understood. He can only use some wrong and superficial words to pile up some vague impressions.

The world outside the window is not [black]. In fact, there is not even [black] there. There is no existence that can be described by words, and there is no words themselves. There is no color, no life, no emotion, no time and space, and even no existence [nothing].

Nothing.

All the concepts in Klein's cognition collapsed, shattered and disappeared in the world outside the window, but Klein didn't know how they died. It was as if they had never been here, without sadness or joy, and without moving forward.

No matter how Klein stretched his senses and spirituality, he could not obtain any information from outside the window. He was like sailing in a terrifying sea, trying to salvage any ship wreckage, broken plants, rotten fish, or even anything else from here to prove the authenticity of his existence and prove that there was indeed something in this sea.

But it is like a black hole, swallowing up all tentacles of exploration.

It was a vast and silent sea, a dark and dark night, and a silent curtain.

The mere knowledge and words are no longer able to describe the terrifying darkness outside the window.

[Black], [Nothing], [Pitch Black]... From the ancient, great and extraordinary language to the rich and vivid modern language, any word seems so narrow and one-sided in front of this window.

This kind of emptiness beyond cognition even frightened Klein. He hurriedly filled it with the wood in his hand, blocking the black hole before he got lost in the wasteland.

【nothingness】.

A poor soul cannot know the real world outside the window, just like a blind person can never know the true meaning of color. Klein could only rack his brains to use this word to arbitrarily summarize what he saw.

After patching up the window hole, Klein leaned against the wall and gasped for air. Gazing at the world outside the window made him feel unprecedented fear and horror. It was not only the fear of the unknown world, but also the fear of nothingness itself. It was the instinctive fear when facing the vastness that transcended the level of life itself.

In the face of this fear, Klein felt a mental shock. He seemed to have once again become that small and humble human being, facing a terrifying and strange extraordinary world with nowhere to escape. He could only lean against the wall and breathe helplessly.

The strange black hole had been blocked, and the horrifying memory just now was fading in Klein's shattered senses. The simulation of normal human physiological activities helped Klein gradually get out of fear and horror, then he stood up, continued to hold on to the wall, and walked forward.

What happened just now?

Klein couldn't give any valuable answers. In his previous experience, he was just like a blind man groping in the dark. He only superficially touched a part of the world outside the window within the range of his senses, and casually used a few words to encompass it all. However, he couldn't understand more.

At least from Klein's current understanding, it was a completely empty place—

【nothingness】.