Without a doubt, what was written on the letter was the language of the race, but it looked very awkward, as if deliberately imitated.
But upon closer inspection, its uniqueness became apparent—whether in its construction or its phrasing, it bore a distinct archaic style, far from the language commonly used by the race today.
Heikexuode felt a strange sense of familiarity.
After a moment of deep recollection, a wave of surprise and trepidation suddenly surged through him!
"Where did you get this letter?" The Lord of the Sky Dome grabbed Mawi'en and shouted loudly. The intensity of his emotions made him momentarily forget his superior attitude in front of the humans.
Mawi'en was startled, and after a moment, he stammered, "L-Lord, I'm not quite sure... The person who delivered the letter is on the Miracle right now. Sh-Should I go and call him to see you..."
"Go quickly!" Heikexuode roared in his face.
Daring not to wipe away the saliva, Mawi'en ran towards the human settlement almost on all fours.
Damn it!
Heikexuode knew he was acting somewhat unseemly, but he couldn't control his emotions.
The handwriting clearly belonged to the Nightmare Grand Duke Wakilis!
Although the imitator's skill was rather clumsy, so much so that he didn't immediately recognize the letter's author, he would never mistake it after a few more glances—it was a phrasing commonly used by the race's enlighteners more than a thousand years ago, and it also carried a bit of human narrative style.
There were already very few high-level Ascenders who had survived from the First War of Divine Will, and apart from the Nightmare who had spent a long time in the Cirrus Academy, there could be no other who would incorporate human intonations.
Wakilis... still retained her consciousness?
But how was that possible?
She had been trapped in the Realm of Consciousness for several months now!
If that was already unbelievable, then the content of the letter was even more incredible—
The War of Divine Will was a repeated cycle of deceit?
The Realm of Consciousness was in the Bottomless Land at the end of the Continental Spine?
The God-Made God was not safe?
The few short sentences contained an enormous amount of information, so much so that Heikexuode was momentarily at a loss. Too many questions flooded his mind, but none could be answered.
How did Wakilis maintain her consciousness in the turbulent sea of magic?
How did she manage to transmit the message?
Did this letter truly come from Wakilis's will?
Should he report this to the King?
"Lord of the Sky Dome... the person you wanted, I've brought him..." Just as Heikexuode was lost in thought, Mawi'en's cautious voice came from beside him.
He turned and coldly swept a glance at the two men, "Regarding the origin of the letter, I want to know everything. Tell me everything you know."
A quarter of an hour later.
After listening to the detailed account, Heikexuode understood that it was already impossible to trace the origin of the letter from the humans—this letter, containing astonishing secrets, had actually been handed directly to the noble by a migrant, who had only taken on the role of "messenger" for a few gold dragons, without any thought to the meaning of the letter itself. Even if he were to question them further, there would be no results.
Regardless of whether it was true or false, to deliver such an important letter with such crude methods, should he say that the other party was surprisingly bold, or that Wakilis had entrusted it to the wrong person?
"This is none of your business." Heikexuode waved his hand, "Don't proactively reveal anything about the letter to anyone. If there are any more letters like this in the future, you must hand them over to me immediately, understand?"
"Yes, yes, we will definitely do as you say!" The two nobles quickly bowed, indicating that they would certainly live up to the heavy trust.
After dismissing the humans, the Lord of the Sky Dome looked towards the north, lost in thought.
For some reason, he found that he was unexpectedly relieved.
Since the Nightmare Grand Duke had become lost, the pressure that had been weighing on his shoulders had quietly lessened by a few points.
Perhaps, no one could ignore her influence within the race...
Whether from a practical standpoint or a psychological one, Heikexuode was more inclined to believe that this letter was written by Wakilis. Personal style was extremely difficult to imitate, and even if humans mastered the race's writing, it was impossible to forge such a letter. As for why it wasn't written by the Nightmare herself, the only explanation was that she was still trapped in the Realm of Consciousness, and could only transmit information through humans.
As for the reason for choosing humans, it wasn't so difficult to understand either.
The reason she had never returned was because she wanted to decipher the secrets of human inheritance, and the target of her pursuit was also fragments of human inheritance. Considering that outstanding individuals capable of touching the Realm of Consciousness were likely to emerge among the witches, this clue seemed perfectly logical.
The more Heikexuode thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct.
But the biggest problem at the moment was... had Wakilis persuaded that witch and made her a part of the plan, or was she forced by the enemy to write this letter against her will?
Honestly, he didn't believe that the Nightmare Grand Duke would submit to humans.
But the Realm of Consciousness was different.
Floating endlessly on the sea of magic, and constantly being invaded by other consciousnesses, it was extremely difficult to even stay awake. It was hard to say what would happen if one was taken advantage of at such a time.
The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
If it was the latter, then at most it would just be a trap.
If it was the former, wouldn't it mean that the race was walking down the wrong path?
And the one leading all of this was none other than the King of the race...
So that was why the Nightmare chose to give the letter to him, rather than the creator of the God-Made God?
Heikexuode couldn't help but shudder. He forcibly cut off his thoughts, forbidding himself from thinking further about this question.
Opening the Twisted Gate, the Lord of the Sky Dome stepped into the high sky.
The natural barrier of the human kingdom, the "Mountains of Impasse", had already appeared like a winding gray line at the edge of the continent.
In at most another week, the war would be reignited.
The God-Made God beneath his feet, resembling a huge and unparalleled fortress, was moving firmly towards the battlefield—in a situation where Fire Rain and Fire Branch were both powerless, it was difficult for him to imagine how humans could resist and stop the race's conquering footsteps.
This was supposed to be a war that was certain to be won.
But Wakilis believed that the God-Made God was not safe...
If the claim that Divine Will was a hoax was still too far away, then this warning was already close at hand.
He was unwilling to believe that the enemy could pose a threat to such a magnificent magical creation, but upon serious reflection, all past failures had been built on "impossibilities."
Moreover, the warning came from the Nightmare Grand Duke—
Even if this letter was a trap, it wouldn't do him any harm. Now that there was the God-Made God and the Silence of Calamity at the front lines, he only needed to ensure the stability of the rear supply.
One side was risk-free, while the other held hidden dangers; the choice was obvious.
However, Heikexuode was thinking even further.
He looked back to the north.
According to the letter, the legendary source of magic, the place where all things end and begin—the "Realm of Consciousness"—was at the end of his gaze.
As long as he found the Bottomless Land, he could verify the truth of the letter's contents.
The Continental Spine was currently a key logistics line for attacking humans, and it wouldn't be strange for it to appear in any location.
And when searching for the Bottomless Land, it was impossible to be affected by the God-Made God anyway.
Even if the King asked about it afterward, he wouldn't be without a defense.
Perhaps, this was the most correct course of action.