Eldritch Horror Theatre

Sigh.

Taking in the scene, Fu Qian let out a sympathetic sigh.

There were limits to self-deception; Demigod Serana's defenses had clearly crumbled.

It was mostly because the situation before them was simply too easy to piece together—a certain Moon God had suddenly stopped responding, and the devout believer Annalise was deemed the reincarnation of a Divine Entity, eventually ascending step by step to a Divine Station.

And due to her own peculiar preferences, she had designed a special appearance for her believers—or her Offspring.

As expected, overthinking things was a mistake. The signature crimson eyes of the Blood Clan existed simply because the Progenitor happened to like the color.

"Red eyes..."

Annalise's question struck the old woman across from her as a bit strange.

She was clearly the easygoing type, however. After pondering for a few seconds, she nodded.

"As long as you like them!"

Hearing this, Annalise's smile grew even sweeter, yet the bizarre feeling in Fu Qian's heart became even more pronounced—her vibe seemed distinctly different from everyone else's.

He had felt it since earlier. It was an uncanny strangeness, like someone whose performance was spot-on but completely lacked heart, keeping her detached from everything going on around her.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the Progenitor's Glory within this Ancient Reminiscence was clearly different from what they had imagined. It actually recorded a scene from before she ascended to godhood.

To be precise, it was the day Annalise learned she was going to become a god.

Combining the two, had this Progenitor of the Blood Clan stored her memories of being "human" inside here?

Had a sliver of her will remained eternally locked in this day, serving as an Anchor Point for her humanity?

And was all of this eternally guarded by her lover from before her ascension?

It suddenly made sense why Annalise had laid down a taboo, refusing to let any other member of the Blood Clan come in and see this.

...

"How much longer can you hold out?"

Interrupting his own musings, Fu Qian looked at Serana and asked directly.

"I'm fine..."

She froze for a moment, answering instinctively.

"I know perfectly well whether you're fine or not."

Fu Qian shook his head, raising his single arm.

Forcing their way into this spacetime did not come without a price.

"Our state is clearly becoming unstable. You can't be doing much better than I am."

"If you absolutely insist, we can watch for another five bucks' worth of time, but I won't wait too long."

Fu Qian's tone was flat, yet his meaning was resolute.

"If necessary, I will resort to threats of violence."

"Alright..."

Serana clearly didn't dare bet on whether Fu Qian was joking. Plus, just as he had pointed out, her own condition was equally worrisome; something could go wrong at any second.

In light of this, her only hope was to glean as much information as possible in the limited time they had left.

As it turned out, Annalise was quite accommodating.

After wrapping up the discussion about colored contacts and chatting idly for a few more sentences, she surprisingly stood up.

"Are you not going to participate in what comes next?"

The old woman was visibly taken aback.

A quick glance showed that the various priests, including Herbert, had already grown busy again. It was obvious that for this prayer session, the previous lull had been nothing more than a halftime break.

"No, there is someone else I need to see."

Annalise smiled gently, admitting it without any attempt at concealment.

...

The old woman instinctively glanced at the busy Herbert, then revealed a strange, suggestive smile.

It was clear that, in her eyes, the person Annalise insisted on seeing at such a crucial moment likely shared the same nature as her relationship with Herbert.

She couldn't really be blamed, as it was a very logical assumption to make. After all, even Serana looked as though she had just been turned to stone.

The Progenitor wasn't just human; she was even a player...

This piece of information had caused her rose-tinted idol filter to shatter rather spectacularly.

But regardless, they definitely still had to follow her.

After all, even if she didn't, Fu Qian would certainly tag along.

The Progenitor's secrets falling solely into an outsider's eyes was a situation Serana could tolerate even less.

...

Annalise's footsteps appeared leisurely but were actually quite swift. A moment later, she led Fu Qian and Serana around to a quiet room.

Looking at the space before them, which was even more secluded than the last, Serana's expression grew heavier.

There was definitely something special about this place!

Meanwhile, Fu Qian was focused on a different aspect entirely.

Along the way here, Annalise had perfectly demonstrated what true composure looked like.

A brief recollection of the walk revealed that she had chosen a near-perfect route to avoid people to the absolute maximum, so precise it was as if she were using cheats.

As for how she managed to do so... naturally, she wasn't a cheating gamer. It was simply that she might be far too familiar with this exact scenario.

Fu Qian thought to himself, naturally recalling classic movie plots where a character was continually trapped in the same day. With time never moving forward, repeating hundreds or thousands of times, they came to know everything like the back of their hand, anticipating every detail flawlessly.

The Annalise before him gave off a similar feeling, which was likely the reason her performance had felt like she was just going through the motions.

"How do you feel?"

Right at that moment, Annalise's voice from inside the room transmitted clearly into Serana's and Fu Qian's ears.

Given that the room before them was clearly quite small, not even the anxious Serana dared to rashly open the door.

And at this very moment, Annalise's words undoubtedly left plenty of room for the imagination to run wild.

"Are we going to head back?"

Serana was just as decisive. The next moment, she looked straight at Fu Qian and spoke in a low voice.

"We can."

Fu Qian glanced at her and voiced no objection, even raising his hand to press it against the door.

At present, eerie spirals were emerging across his skin.

Just staring at them for a moment induced dizziness, and Serana's condition was even worse.

Of course, Fu Qian completely understood. The reason she took the initiative to suggest leaving wasn't because she suddenly wanted to retreat while she was ahead. Instead, it showed she had actually made up her mind to open the door and take a look.

Pushing the door open had a high chance of startling Annalise and whoever she was with. Having long accepted that Annalise was the Progenitor—even if the woman before her was merely an ancient image—Serana still did not dare remain standing before her after committing such an intrusion.

That was the real reason Serana wanted to leave.

Sigh...

However, just as their conversation ended, a long, drawn-out sigh echoed from inside.

The fullness of its emotion and the despondency of its will gave it an overwhelmingly infectious power.

...Serana paused, sensing that something was wrong, and instinctively reached out to stop Fu Qian.

Unfortunately, he had already exerted force on his hand, pushing the door right open.

Gritting her teeth slightly, Serana made a prompt decision. She bent her knees and raised a hand, attempting to put away the Ancient Recollection while simultaneously seizing the brief window of time to peer into the room.

In the dimly lit room, Annalise was turning around, looking over in mild surprise.

And despite knowing the other party couldn't see her, Serana actually found herself shrinking back instinctively.

At the same time, however, she noticed a situation that quite challenged the imagination—Annalise was the only person in the room!

Before she had time to express her shock, the scene before their eyes shattered with a crash.

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