Chapter 357: The Counterfeit

The content on the paper was incoherent, as if it concealed certain equivocal metaphors; but upon closer examination, it only left one feeling unnerved. Even a widely learned scholar like Maurice had read the lines over and over but could not discern any traces of meaning.

What were the Forgotten Kings? What was this abandoned clan? And what about the "shelter" mentioned in the ashes and repeatedly brought up in those paragraphs?

Duncan furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping over the ink that had spread slightly where the water had soaked the paper. Some words recorded there vaguely sparked associations, yet he couldn't piece together any coherent thoughts. He had a faint feeling... it seemed that this was not just the ravings of a madman. Those passages, reminiscent of religious scriptures, seemed to be recounting something relevant to this current "Deep Sea Age."

Or perhaps, the time before the Deep Sea Age.