Dark city

Authentic

The moment his little hand touched the seventh idol, the idol suddenly turned into a shadow and burrowed into Richard's body. For a moment, Richard only felt that his head was on fire, his blood was boiling, and the pain that directly acted on his soul almost drove him crazy, but he couldn't faint. And wisps of ice were swimming all over his body, colliding violently with the invisible heat that wrapped his body, making Li feel that every inch of flesh and bone in his body was cracking!

Richard endured it with great difficulty, and the tenacity and strength he had cultivated since childhood were manifested at this moment, and he really persevered until all the shadows entered his body. After absorbing the last rays of shadow, Richard's spirit finally relaxed, and his vision was blurred, and the temple of the goddess gradually faded.

In the blurred vision, Richard saw his mother's beautiful and concerned face, and he finally relaxed and lost consciousness.

"I've got two abilities, my mother will be proud of me!" In the drifting darkness, Richard thought subconsciously.

In the attic, a visible c***k appeared on the altar of the goddess of the moon, and this rare altar was actually damaged during the ritual. Elaine was pale, and a wisp of blood flowed from her lips, but she didn't realize it, but frantically looked at all parts of Richard's body, and only let go of her mind when she saw that his body was intact and undamaged. But when she noticed a small shadow hovering around Richard's eyebrows, her face changed again.

There was a light and moonlight in the attic, and Richard was lying on his back, and neither light source would leave a shadow at the center of Richard's brow. That small shadow was like fog and smoke, swimming slowly, but it was condensed. This is a shadow that ordinary people can't distinguish at all, but Elaine, who still has the power of the fifth quarter moon in her body, can see it. She shuddered, reaching out to touch it, and a faint cold, tingling sensation came from her fingertips, the feeling of the clash of shadow energy and Elucia's divine power.

"Shadow creatures?!" Elaine cried out. She gritted her teeth and once again poked her finger into the shadow of Richard's eyebrows, silently reciting a prayer that had long since become unfamiliar. It was a divine foresight that Elaine had not mastered back then, but at this moment her heart was already in turmoil, and in her knowledge, only this magic could unlock the origin of the shadow in Richard's eyebrows. No matter how little hope there was, she had to give it a try.

Since she lost her status as a high priest, she has also lost the favor of the goddess and all her divine skills. It was originally a reckless move under desperation, but Elaine didn't expect that the magic foresight was unexpectedly successful.

A picture appeared in front of Elaine's eyes, it was endless nothingness and darkness, only chaotic energy, no moon at all, and no stars. In the chaos, huge shadows are slowly swimming, and the seemingly chaotic trajectory finally converges into a track, pointing to the final clear destination, which is little Richard!

The scroll was fleeting, and the brief foresight had exhausted all her strength, so that she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Even though she was full of energy, what she saw made her feel a deep despair again.

Shadow is not the same as darkness, it is an energy that has no substance, and it naturally has spatial properties. There are countless types of shadow creatures, most of which wander between planes, aimlessly. The chaotic energy between the planes is their natural nourishment. They are cunning, dangerous, and powerful, so they are also a species that mages love and fear. Shadow summoning is already a well-established spell that can be strengthened from level six all the way up to level nine. This spell will also fail, and although the chance of appearing is small, the shadow creatures summoned will get out of control, and magicians will be one of the tastiest foods in their eyes. So every year on the continent, we hear several accidents where mages are devoured by summoned shadow creatures.

The shadow that hovered over Richard Jr. had signs of life, but it was not a complete life. The shadow energy it contains is not very powerful, and it only takes an ordinary sacrifice to purify it. Its function is actually similar to that of a lighthouse, marking a location in the infinite complex dimensional universe and summoning a large group of shadow lifeforms into this plane, which is exactly what Elaine saw in her foresight. Now, even if it is too late to erase and purify this shadow, that group of terrifying shadow beings has obtained coordinates and has already set off.

And little Richard is the coordinate and anchor point for them to enter this plane.

When the hordes of shadow creatures begin to storm the plane, Richard Jr. has only two possible outcomes, either to be destroyed by a violent clash of energy, or to be possessed by the most powerful shadow creatures and lose control of his body forever. At that time, he will be a vessel for the Shadow Creatures.

No one knows the laws of the plane, and the shadow creatures that cross the plane can take hundreds of years to complete the journey, or they may reach the end in a month.

"How can this be ......" Elaine muttered to herself, holding Richard in her arms, tears already flowing down her face.

She suddenly looked up and looked through the skylight at the fifth quarter of the moon, which was still hanging high in the starry sky, and happened to see an additional trace on the moon's surface, like a dry bloodstain. It turned out that it was the mutation of the power of the String Moon that caused the ritual of enlightenment to change. But if she is still the high priest of Elucia, enlightenment will not mutate.

Is this Elothea's punishment?

Elaine thought bitterly that she had no strength to complain about fate, or to feel sorry for herself. She carried Richard downstairs, then carefully placed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt. In his sleep, Richard frowned slightly, but smiled all the time, obviously dreaming of a lot of happy things. He is a very beautiful boy, his little face is just beginning to fade into childishness, and he is already a little handsome. Elaine stared quietly at her child, the entire focus of her decade of life. Although ten years was a short time for her with a long life, it was as long as a lifetime. Little Richard grew up quickly, only slightly more immature than human boys of the same age. This is only because of the bloodline, Richard, who has half of the blood of the Silver Moon Elves, also has a natural life of nearly five hundred years. And his appearance is also a combination of rugged and rigid and delicate beauty of the Silver Moon Elf. Only Elaine knows why.

On Richard's little face, the small shadow was still hovering and playing.

Elaine sighed softly, kissed Richard on the forehead, and left the room. She sat down alone in the living room, staring at the night sky, the past flowing through her heart like water. Those nights almost condensed the fierceness, hatred and love of her entire life! And now, she had to think about it again.

Outside the window, the blood-stained fifth quarter moon quietly moved away, and the sixth quarter moon, which shone with a unique golden light, had already risen. When the seventh quarter moon emerges from the horizon, it is time for the sky to dawn.

The light of the seventh quarter moon finally shone through the window and on Elaine's face. She was much haggard and much more beautiful, and the mirror on the wall reflected an incomparably beautiful figure. This was what she was, and for ten years, she had almost forgotten it. This is the style that only the Silver Moon Elves can have.

She stood up, carefully took out a piece of magic paper decorated with star stripes, and spread it out on the table. took out the well-sealed magic pen and checked it, but fortunately, the ink mana preserved in the magic pen made of griffon's tail feathers was still there. It was an ink made of unicorn blood, and although there were only a few drops, the letter she had to write was not long, just enough.

It's just that the originally light quill weighs tens of millions of pounds in her hand, and she can't write a word after lifting it for a long time. When the first ray of sunlight shone into the window, she smiled and whispered to herself: "The person who can destroy the Elven Royal Court should be able to deal with the Shadow Life, not to mention that it has been ten years ...…"

Finally convinced of her heart, she began to draw an elaborate magic circle on the top of the star-patterned paper, and then wrote down a long name:

Gordon. Isaiah. Setannistoria. Akmund ...…

The moment the name was written, the magic pen suddenly vibrate, and the entire name under the tip of the pen began to shine, spewing out a faint red light, like a burning flame. When the flames were extinguished, the long name was left with a faint mark that was barely visible. Although the imprint is faint, it is deeply imprinted on the star-patterned paper, and it can only be erased unless this precious star-patterned paper is completely destroyed. As a former great sacrifice, she is actually well aware of the secrets of bloodline. The burning flame represents that the name written in magic has touched the law and is perceived by the owner of the name. Then, everything she writes will be transmitted directly to the owner of the name across time and space.

The magic pen froze in the air again, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly. The indication also points to the fact that this is indeed Gordon's real name. Although she had never suspected it over the years, it was confirmed for the first time. With the advantage of mastering her real name, she only needs to consume a small amount of magic power to cast the most vicious curse on him, even if Gordon is already a legendary powerhouse, she is powerless to resist the curse. The real name is originally the most important secret of some bloodlines.

This guy would casually tell others his real name...…

She couldn't help but think, but some emotion was replaced by the large burning and crumbling forest in her memory. Her hands were cold, but they were no longer shaking, and she had stated what she wanted to say in just a few lines, and then it was time to sign. She hesitated for a moment, and finally wrote her name in the elegant font as before:

Illani. Moon Song.

The star-patterned paper burned violently and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and the information written on the paper had been transmitted to distant places through ancient and mysterious laws.

When she put down the magic pen, Elani also let go of all the melancholy, calm and beautiful.