Chapter 974: Chapter 406: Sea of Mist (Part 3)

This conversation clearly doesn’t match reality.

Alka stepped in front of the pile of bones, his eyes saw something different.

He pushed aside the bones and pulled out a piece of skeletal bone.

In his eyes, this bone appeared somewhat different, and it seemed to carry information.

He reached out and lightly touched the bone, probably a femur.

A hazy light appeared in his mind, as if it were an illusion.

He saw a middle-aged man, seemingly a mason, constructing something on a site—it seemed to be a Temple. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Because he saw sculptors carving a giant statue.

The scene then turned blurry, shattered, transforming into the midst of war.

A massive object fell from the sky.

It seemed to be a broken structure, or perhaps the bow of a ship, crashing straight into the Temple.

The giant temple statue, freshly built, was smashed to pieces under such an object, and the entire Temple vanished in an instant.

The surrounding residential buildings were severely affected.

Some people in religious attire were gathering.

Others dressed in chaotic costumes seemed to be attacking.

War spread to the middle-aged man’s city.

Screams, cheers, battle cries.

A sharp blade extended from the alley, and the middle-aged man, fleeing with his family, abruptly lost vision as everything went black.

Clearly, this is his death.

The illusion dissipated.

Alka looked at the bone in his hand; the remaining aura on it was very dim.

He carefully observed the pile of bones in front of him.

The left ring finger of the bones was missing a segment, just like the middle-aged man in the vision. Clearly, they were the same person.

He saw the illusion, the memories left on the bones.

Ordinary souls don’t have such things.

Seemed to be impacted by the war.

But if considering the darkened point as the end of life, then clearly, he should have devoured the wilderness instead of being placed in a coffin.

"Did you feel anything?" Chadite asked Alka, noticing his abnormal behavior.

Alka nodded: "I saw glimpses of the memories before this soul’s death, very few, only a few clear ones."

This comment left everyone puzzled; they didn’t know what to say for a moment.

How could one suddenly see such things?

"Maybe it’s a small talent."

Alka said while beginning to check the coffin and burial items or anything different among this man’s bones.

What triggered that illusion earlier, is this soul special? Or was the soul somehow special before death?

But judging from the memories just now, clearly not possible.

Alka didn’t understand either, so he could only investigate meticulously, trying to uncover the mysteries.

Suddenly he saw an unusual Holy Emblem on the underside of the coffin lid.

It was an emblem depicting a gravestone pierced by a Scythe.

Yet Alka had never seen such an emblem, and I am sure I haven’t seen it elsewhere.

It seemed to carry a different meaning.

"Do you recognize this, Lucilia?" Alka decided to inquire with Lucilia, who was knowledgeable.

However, Lucilia shook her head: "I’ve never seen it, never seen such a symbol, almost nothing similar."

"Though gravestones on graves are often seen."

"This... this emblem seems to be the emblem of the Burier." Raphael said, looking at the pattern, vaguely.

"The Burier?" Everyone turned to her.

They hadn’t heard of this title, yet Raphael knew it, combined with historical knowledge.

Then clearly, this individual named Burier or maybe a god and his emblem must have appeared during the Golden Era.

"Burier, Guardian of the Soul, the One-Revealed at Funeral, Scythe of Rebirth.

These are all historical records, all titles of this god called the Burier."

Most coffins, as long as they don’t possess specific beliefs, utilize the Burier’s coffins after death.

People believed, through such coffins, that the stored remains and souls could seamlessly transcend to the world beyond."

Hearing this, everyone nodded with interest.

This kind of information could only be heard from people like Raphael.

After all, it’s information from the Golden Era, tens of thousands of years ago.

Upon speaking, Chadite seemed to sense something and looked toward the distant mist.

In the thick mist, green lights flickered.

Everyone saw the green lights as well.

Suddenly, Chadite sensed something clearly, eyes widening.

"Enemy ship!"