Arcane Journey

Hearing the low and slightly sad words of Spider Queen Rose, Brian, who was hiding in the shadows, felt an inexplicable shock in his heart, as if an invisible string in his heart was gently plucked.

He almost instinctively suspected that his projection had been exposed to the other party's perception.

Even under the influence of an inexplicable force, he felt that there was some deeper meaning hidden in Rose's tone, as if she was calling, testing, or gently setting a trap, waiting for the prey to show up.

For a moment, Brian almost followed this emotion and walked out of his hiding place impulsively.

However, just as he took a step forward and prepared to show up, his intuition suddenly sounded an alarm.

Brian calmed down and carefully observed Rose's expression and eyes.

He was surprised to find that after the golden light in Rose's eyes faded, a pair of empty and lonely eyes appeared. They were not fixed in any direction, as if they were just looking at nothingness.

For a moment, Brian even felt that the posture of Rose, the Spider Queen, was very much like a woman who had worked hard for half her life and gave everything for her family, but was betrayed and abandoned, with a heart full of desolation but no one to talk to.

This kind of sadness does not seem to be pretended, but rather a despair that seeps from the depths of the soul.

Brian frowned involuntarily, a trace of doubt in his heart: "Does she...really know that I'm here? Or is she not talking to me at all?"

Once this idea came into being, it spread quickly like a vine.

Brian began to suspect that he was not the only one watching the show.

In this dead space, perhaps there is another existence hidden, an existence that even he cannot detect.

"Could it be... there is someone else?" Brian's eyes suddenly became solemn, his pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed into a straight line.

His mind raced, various possibilities popping up in his mind, each one making his heart tighten.

Before Brian could confirm his thoughts, suddenly, the darkness around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and a vague figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

This person had obviously been hiding for a long time, but he did not escape Rose's keen perception.

Upon noticing this situation, Brian's heart suddenly rose to his throat. At the same time, his curiosity was instantly aroused. He unconsciously widened his eyes, wanting to see clearly who the other spectator was.

However, the figure that suddenly appeared was like looking at flowers in the fog, illusory and blurry, as if it was just an illusion between light and shadow.

Even though it was so close, Brian still couldn't sense any substantial breath. It was like facing nothingness, but he vaguely felt that there was a pair of cold eyes hidden in the nothingness, quietly watching everything.

What was even more strange was that although he had "seen" the figure briefly, the impression was fleeting, as if it had never existed.

Just as the image in my mind was about to take shape, it quietly collapsed, like a fish swimming across the water, disappearing before even a ripple appears.

Three seconds of memory was so short that it was suffocating - he even doubted whether he had really seen anything.

But because of this, the invisible pressure becomes even heavier.

A person who can make Rose unable to detect any flaws, a person who can come and go without a trace in front of Brian, his power is beyond common sense.

This shows how powerful this hidden spectator is. But it is also because of this that Brian is more certain about who this person is.

If his guess was correct, then Brian could even be very sure that the melon he ate today was definitely a shocking piece of news, a shocking piece of news that no one would dare to believe even if it were spread out.

Faced with this situation, the Spider Queen Rose was obviously not affected at all.

But she did not look up. Her eyes were fixed on the empty darkness, as if she was thinking about something, as if she was immersed in a dusty memory.

The air seemed to be stagnant, filled with an unsettling and strange atmosphere.

This breath is like an invisible spider silk, silently entwining around, making people feel cold.

It does not seem like pure evil, but more like an ancient, quiet yet oppressive force, as if the entire space has been pressed with an invisible pause button, everything is frozen at that moment, and even the light and shadow have lost their flowing trajectory.

And at the end of the distant void, countless spider webs quietly extended, intertwining with each other to form a huge and mysterious network.

These spider silks gleam with a cold luster, like the thread of fate, quietly waiting in the darkness for the moment to be plucked.

They not only seem to connect reality and fantasy, but also seem to be related to the trajectories of countless lives.

The spider web trembles slightly, as if foreshadowing an impending storm, which can bring about earth-shaking changes with just a slight pull from the weaver's hand.

"I know you're here."

Finally, the Spider Queen Rose spoke, her voice echoing in the silence, as if coming from the end of the abyss.

Although the tone of his voice contained an innate and undeniable majesty, it was also mixed with a trace of indescribable compassion, like a thorn flower quietly blooming in the night, both sharp and mournful.

At this moment, time froze again, and only darkness remained in the entire space, which continued to condense, again and again, like the heartbeat of an ancient giant beast, heavy and oppressive, like the bell of fate.

The darkness surged like a tide, weaving invisible nets that tightly wrapped up the unknown prologue.

Brian stared at Rose, the Spider Queen, quietly. His gaze never wavered, even though his heart was already in turmoil.

The figure of Rose, the Spider Queen, was looming in the mist, like a phantom king, wearing a black robe woven from spider silk. The thin spider silk floated slowly in the void, flashing a faint but strange light, like a star falling into the abyss.

Her face was full of sorrow, her brows were engraved with scars that could not be erased by time, and her eyes revealed deep sadness, like a lonely soul trapped in endless darkness, struggling between self and fate.

Her eyes seemed to penetrate through layers of fog, until they penetrated the depths of the shadow's soul that even Brian couldn't see through, looking for a long-lost understanding and response.

"You are here after all. Or rather, you... have always been here."

She spoke softly, her voice as low and slow as the tide, carrying the lingering sound of some ancient melody, "I am originally a member of the elves, born where the morning light and moonlight intertwine, bathed in the natural breeze and starlight. But at this moment, I have to betray the belonging that is connected to me by blood."

Her tone trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf circling in the wind, wanting to return to its roots but unable to.

At this point, she paused unconsciously and sighed slightly, as if she was recalling the dusty past, so much so that even in her empty and lonely eyes, a trace of pain and determination flashed involuntarily. (End of this chapter)