The words that slipped from the gatekeeper’s lips held a potency that was palpable, resonating in the air with an imposing force. As she let her tin staff slam against the ground, the resultant echo was like a peal of thunder, making its way layer by layer into the cryptic and tumultuous depths of the spiritual realm.
In the blink of an eye, the silent “whisperers,” whose presence had filled the room, ceased their murmuring, once again succumbing to silence. However, after a few moments of this quiet, a low, distant rumble began to permeate the atmosphere, suggesting the approach of some massive, lumbering entity.
The gatekeeper, Agatha, lifted her hand to adjust her eyeball, shifting her gaze toward the origin of the noise. There, a window stood, its view obstructed by layers of wooden planks, where a pale glow eked out through the narrow gaps between them. Suddenly, the subtle glow flickered, then dimmed dramatically as if a gargantuan being had positioned itself outside the window.
In the next heartbeat, the wooden planks barring the window spontaneously splintered, and countless pieces of the grayish-black wood cascaded silently, only to suspend in the air near the window as if trapped in suspended animation. From beyond the broken window, a behemoth made its appearance.
Draped in a black robe that symbolized the grim nature of death, the giant’s frame was swathed in bandages beneath the robe. Only its eyes, emitting a soft, yellow glow, were visible. The size of the giant was truly astounding as it stood next to the building, its stature comparable to a house’s height. Then, it hunched slightly, bringing its impassive bandaged head level with the opening on the second floor. A hand was raised, displaying three extended fingers toward Agatha.
“Three questions and answers,” the colossal figure intoned with a voice that boomed like thunder.
Agatha hesitated slightly at the sight of the gigantic figure before her. This entity was different from the familiar gatekeeper she often communicated with – it had a far more imposing physique. This figure was obviously a higher-ranking envoy. Why would such a powerful being respond to her summoning?
Quickly though, she pushed her doubts aside – all envoys were servants of Bartok, the god of death, so it was unnecessary for her to probe further. Her priority at that moment was to ascertain what had transpired there.
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