Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Amon did not tell Lynk where he had gone the day before. It was too complicated, and it was better to keep his privacy intact. Amon asked Lynk if there were any marshes or pools in the nearby iron-rich areas so that the Ironbacks could find a new home.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon “Mortals can become gods, but the path should begin by waking the power of both sides. I think the gods have plotted together to hide this secret from the mortals. They divided the path to immortality into two, the well-known routes of magic and body arts. Neither of these two paths reaches immortality individually.”
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Amon quickly improved at controlling the boat. He pointed the staff into the distance. Waves appeared around the Ironbacks, sending them towards the boat. Then he flicked the staff upwards and an invisible force dragged the Ironbacks onto the boat.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Schrodinger was lying in the hay. It couldn’t be more real! Stepping closer, Amon could even hear the cat’s breath, rhythmic, like a faint purring. It seemed to be asleep but now Amon wasn’t so sure.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Amon was crying for his father, for Crazy’Ole, and for the Ducians. He finally knew what the disaster was, and had just confirmed it from the message in the Terroculus. Nietzsche died, his father died, Mayor Dusti died. No one in Duc had survived in the flood!
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon The scene of Nietzsche flying into the sky and defying Enlil was floating around in Golier’s mind. He had a strong gut feeling that Nietzsche had known that Enlil would show up and that he waited under the flood until he had arrived, wanting him to witness something, something Golier knew was a message, but it’s content still eluded him.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Behind Golier was his student Warret and his youngest apprentice Raphael. The two young men didn’t hear their teacher’s muttering, but they could tell that he was not in a good mood. It seemed that Duc was going to be destroyed by the flood. They chose to stand aside silently.
Translator: Snorri Proofreader: theunfetteredsalmon Everyone would be confused and distracted sometimes. It wasn’t something that called attention to itself in and of itself. But for a calm and stable person like Amon, it was an anomaly to be in such a state for a long time. He was a second-level mage that had fully mastered the basis of magic practice: meditation. To be disturbed continuously by various trivial thoughts and left unable to enter…
