They said the Demon King Solomon’s eyes shone like stars.
That with those two eyes, which held the light and wisdom of the world, he contemplated the far-distant future.
They said it was for the sake of that future he had foreseen that he created the four grand arcane sorceries known as Ars Nova.
The first one created was Kamigin, necromantic sorcery.
The second was Basago, for precognition and analysis.
And the third—Agares, an unidentified power possessed by a saint.
And finally, the number one sorcery, the last one created, was Bael, which now stood before their eyes.
“Are you Bael?”
Amidst the raging silence, Theo spoke once more. Since it was the final sorcery born of the Demon King, surely it could be reasoned with.
However, the thing only sat there, huddled beneath the black waterfall of sewage, showing no particular reaction even with their arrival.
Was it perhaps a pure monster, with no semblance of reason whatsoever? He had attempted conversation recalling people like Professor Balan or the wicked monk Basago, but now it seemed like a foolish move.
Splish.
That was when Elga stepped up beside him.
“What the hell is that kind of monster? It’s even worse than I imagined.”
“Even the brave Lady Elga has moments of fear, it seems.”
To Theo’s offhand remark, Elga gave a light snort.
“I never said I was scared. I said it’s hideous. Of course, that coward Drayco over there looks like he’s about to piss himself.”
Slide.
Elga’s blue eyes turned toward Mirna.
From the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) moment they’d entered this place and faced Bael, Mirna had frozen stiff like a mouse in front of a snake.
Whether, as Elga teased, she had been truly frightened was unclear, but one thing was certain—she didn’t look well.
Perhaps realizing all eyes were on her, Mirna let out a soft sigh and spoke.
“I was just surprised for a moment. I didn’t know something like that could even exist in this world. It’s an incredible being. How should I put it... an artificially created entity born from necromancy, ancient sorcery, and magic—”
She trailed off mid-description.
Whether she was searching for a more precise term or had suddenly lost the ability to speak, Theo couldn’t tell. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
But one thing was certain—he could guess what she was trying to say.
Bael, the number one.
The sensation of facing that thing was deeply reminiscent of when he had encountered the colossal centipede Angarla.
A spiritual being said to have existed since the beginning of time.
While this grotesque and dreadful spider lacked the divine aura Angarla had exuded, it was still similar—enough to suspect that it had been an attempt to recreate something like it.
Was this an artificially constructed spiritual being?
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