Dawn of the Grey Tower

The first thing I felt was the wind. Tactile sense and hearing play a role at the same time. The cold wind mixed with some fine particles hit the bare skin. Then there was a smell in the nose, the smell of the sea, that was the saltyness mixed in the wind, and in the cold, it was reminiscent of a corpse that had been ripped open and lost its temperature. In the end, vision is reawakened, but the role of human eyes in the darkness is really limited. He ca n’t be sure of anything except hearing to judge that he is in front of the sea and his feet are the beach.

Looking to the left, you can't see anything. Looking to the right, you can't see anything. He tried to move, but stepped on something hard, not a stone, but more like the skeleton of some kind of creature. Fear, smelling the smell of imagination, came from the darkness, grabbed his heart, his legs shook uncontrollably, and could no longer move. Imagination became the enemy, and those things that existed only in the deepest part of the nightmare seemed to be dancing around him, mocking the cowardice of their creators.

So he blocked his ears and crouched down, hoping to block his hearing and reduce his sense of touch. But he dared not close his eyes. He was afraid that as long as he closed his eyes, those things in the darkness would rush out to tear him into pieces, and he was afraid that as long as he did not face the darkness, the darkness would devour him. I don't know how long this state has passed. It may be a few hours, or it may be hundreds of years. The first light appeared. But that is not a friendly light.

Light, it is difficult to distinguish the difference between friendliness and goodness, but the first glance at the light he knew that there was not a little kindness in it, only deep evil thoughts. The dark brown light emanates from a distant place, separating the chaotic sea from the sky more than the color of the sea. Something is coming, something very bad, something worse than the deepest nightmare. He looked at the light and got such revelation in his heart.

That thing, something that came with dark brown light, would rise from the ocean and engulf everything. No one can stop him, no one can contend with him, all mortals can do is serve. Kneeling down in front of him without asking for return, extravagating his mercy and kindness, but He will not give mercy, He will only bring death. The dark brown light has become more. Then he saw that the thing emitting the disgusting beam was nothing but the sun. Those dark brown lights were the morning light before sunrise on the sea, but when did the sun become this unacceptable look?

At the end of the sea, the terrible sunrise couldn't be stopped. He wanted to turn his head to escape, but he was surprised to find that his feet and his calves were submerged in the beach. The dark brown light illuminates this abominable world, and he sees the white sand on the beach, because it is not the fine sand, but the bones that are broken into pieces. He wanted to scream, to poke blind eyes with his hands, to deaf his ears, to tear his skin, so that he no longer felt the terrible world, but he could not. Because he saw the rising sun rising from the sea.

And, the sea illuminated by the sunrise. What is that! He asked himself, but couldn't get an answer. The scene in front of him had exceeded the limit of his cognition. In the dark brown sunrise, some kind of huge, twisted, inexplicable shape rolled on the sea, what is that!

"Hoo!" Dream, woke up. Lothar woke up suddenly from the deck, sweating all over him. His head hurt, as if stabbed by countless tiny needles. Fortunately, it was just a dream. Knowing that he was standing on the mast, he realized that he had been panting heavily, his heart beating clearly as if he would pop out of his chest at any time. A faint white mist passed by the count, and he stared at the mist without realizing what it was. He instinctively waved his hand and disturbed the white track.

Wait, fog? His brain woke up quickly, remembering the situation before dreaming. He and Net Worm should still be on the vigil on the deck of the Cursed Lady, and the Cursed Lady has not yet entered the misty sea. How can there be fog? Cold sweat, even more cold when blown in the wind. Lothar reached out and took the battle axe in his hand. The heavy weight of the weapon reassured him a little. But this is not enough. Is it that during the time when she was asleep, the witches drove the boat into the misty sea?

Thinking about this, Lothar walked toward the terrace where the steering wheel was located. But soon he saw a familiar figure on the deck. Since when did you only need to see a vague back to recognize this female maid who claimed to be a networm? The count did not know. Now it was not time for him to think about it. He walked towards the networm and asked, "What's the matter? We should have an anchor, where are these fogs ..."

"Hush!" Net Worm pressed his index finger to Lothar's lips, beckoning him to be quiet. Then he pulled the count's clothes and pulled him to his side, pointed to the sea under the ship, and said in a very small voice, "Look. But be careful, don't be alarmed by them."

Lothar did not immediately follow the instructions of the female mercenary. He first stared at the latter's side face for a few seconds, and then made sure that there was no signal from the witch-hunting knife that he was confused before looking at the sea with confidence. Then he forgot to breath for a few seconds. The misty sea radiates a dim blue shimmer, which is a scene caused by the accumulation of large groups of plankton ~ www.readwn.com ~ The earl wants to distinguish whether the luminous creature is shrimp or jellyfish, but these luminescence The shape of the body itself has been covered by the grand light, and no result can be seen.

"It's amazing, it's so beautiful." The count exclaimed in the same low voice. He has never seen such a scene in any book.

But Net Worm didn't seem to be satisfied with this answer. She moved her body closer to Lothar and whispered more carefully in his ear, "Look carefully, there is something under those glowing objects."

The earl's eyes narrowed, his eyesight was not bad, but the ripples of the waves greatly affected the difficulty of his identification. The web worm may have realized this too. She stretched out a finger and pointed slightly towards a certain position. Lothar ’s attention followed the extension of the finger into the sea. Sure enough, one was found among the blue glowing creatures. Dark gray shadow. The shape looked familiar, but Losa didn't recognize it for a moment. He opened his mouth to ask about the Net Worm, but he pinched his arm fiercely.

The pain brought inspiration, and the count suddenly understood what he saw. It became clear why the attitude of the female maid was so careful and cautious. Because of that gray shadow, it was a walking arm floating on the surface soaked in seawater. Human arm.