In the latter part of the night, the bright moonlight over the plain shone like a high-power searchlight on people's heads, casting incredibly clear outlines of each swaying blade of grass. In the campsite where people were sleeping outdoors, most Muggles had fallen into a deep sleep. However, in front of a few tents, there were still quite a few Muggles gathered around a bonfire, getting drunk.
Inside the scenic park, a few night watchmen were sleeping soundly in the guardhouse, trying to avoid any accidents. Although Amortaste was very careful and gave everyone a charm to prevent them from waking up due to being urinated on, they still wanted to be extra cautious and added another one just in case. This was to ensure that they wouldn't be disturbed by their unexpected wake-up call caused by nature.
When the night shroud the earth, those ordinary big stones in the middle of the railing finally began to show some differences.
A thin, elusive mist of origin unknown enveloped them around, and amidst the faint and indistinct visions, the Stonehenge exuded a mysterious aura.
In fact, the anomaly had already been discovered by Muggles, but after a series of experiments and research, Muggles' scientists have always been unable to provide a reasonable explanation. Eventually, they can only attribute this phenomenon to the abnormal geomagnetic field of this place.
"--This Stonehenge is in ruins, and the missing several stone columns are the key to opening the relics. After a long time, we have found a stone column, but still cannot complete..."
In front of the stone door, Vittyia said regretfully to Amortaste, at this time, she has not that dress of Muggle anymore, but had changed into a linen mage robe with a faint beige color. She held the grapevine staff in her hand, and her green hair gently floated behind her. She was completely in line with Amortaste's imagination about the "mysterious" profession of sacrifice.
Amortaste's palm rested on the pillar of the 'gate,' silently sensing the unnatural warmth transmitted to his palm. After a while, he did not ask about how to open the 'gate'; instead, he turned his head and gazed at Vittyia, who seemed to have no emotional fluctuations at any time, and asked casually,
"How many times have you failed?"
"I've gone inside three times--"
Vittyia replied faintly, "My teacher has been inside five times...Mr. Brayne, the space behind the gate is compressed to a level that ordinary people cannot withstand. Of course, it won't cause too much trouble to such a powerful wizard as you..."
Amortaste knew that by 'ordinary people,' Vittyia was definitely not referring to Muggles. However, with a psychological preparation already in place, he was not too worried.
"--Because of the incomplete nature, our position after entering the gate is also random and unstable...The ancestors of the Druidic Church left marks in the center of the relic. I can reach there directly with the marks, but, Mr. Brayne, you may need to find your way there on your own."
Noticing the word 'island' in Amortaste's mind, he nodded in agreement, albeit unconvinced. Although this trip was to help Vittyia retrieve the so-called 'sacred artifact' originally belonging to the Druids and called Merlin's eternal sleep, it was also a necessity to clarify why the prophecy of the Druidic Church's ancestors would be tied up with him.
Prophecies may seem ethereal, but they also follow logic and causality. Amortaste would never think that it was just because of 'bad luck' that he encountered such a situation.
"Then, open it, Lady Cleopatra. I can't wait to see what's inside--"
Amortaste took out his wand from his sleeve and said coldly after stepping back a few steps, but strangely enough, Vittyia, who heard the instruction, did not take action. Instead, she pointed to the giant stone door in front of them with her wand.
"Before entering the relic, we will encounter some obstacles. Mr. Brayne, you need to be mentally prepared."
Before Amortaste could ask, Vittya trembled her eyelashes and explained,
"When the stone columns are back in place, this stone door will turn into its original appearance, a mirror of Erised, I think you must have heard about its legend."ŴŴŴ.
"Eris Mirror -- a mirror that reflects one's inner desires."
Amortaste nodded silently and muttered, although he had no expression on his face, his mind was also calm. He mentally ran the brainwanding spell in his mind, effectively hiding the surprise he felt inside.
"Eris Mirror has two faces, one can reflect the deepest longing of people's hearts, while the other is used as the entrance to the relic...Only those who dare to look directly at their most unwilling memories have the right to enter the relic."
Amortaste's eyebrows faintly twitched, he silently searched through his memories, which included both things he didn't want to remember and those about the Eris Mirror.
The existence of the Eris Mirror is not a mysterious secret. In many books that introduce legendary alchemical items, there are introductions to this magical mirror that can reflect the human heart. However, Amortaste has indeed heard for the first time that the Eris Mirror has two faces, and they have completely different effects.
Additionally, there is another question: why would this mysterious relic that Amortasta has not yet entered use the Eris Mirror as its gateway?
As for the creator of the Eris Mirror, there is no consensus in the wizarding world. Even if Vittya told him now that the mirror was made by Merlin, Amortaste would not be too surprised. However, about the origin of the name 'Eris', many Muggles may be familiar with it.
In Greek mythology, Eris is the sister of the God of War Ares, and the daughter of Zeus and Hera. She is the 'Goddess of Strife and Discord'. The most famous myth about her is the 'Dispute over the Golden Apple'.
Thinking of this, Amortasta's eyelids trembled violently. If it were not for the brainwanding spell's emotional camouflage, he might have been shocked to the point of being pale.
Island - Golden Apple - Druidic Church
Several nouns flashed through Amortaste's mind like lightning, allowing him to guess and even be certain that he had discovered the truth.
Since learning about 'Merlin's Eternal Sleep' from this mysterious woman's mouth, Amortaste had always regarded it as a joke. In the modern wizarding world, Merlin, who has almost become a mythic figure, his place of slumber couldn't possibly appear easily. But now, Amortasta was not so sure of his judgment anymore.
The central belief of the Druidic Church, the most important island in the legends of King Arthur, and a sacred site in ancient Celto-British mythology - Avalon Island, besides its other two names 'Blessed Island' and 'God-protected Island', there is another name that is very easy to overlook - Golden Apple Island!
Does this mean that behind this door, it is really 'Merlin's Eternal Sleep'?!
In just a few breaths of time, Amortasta's palm, which was pursed tightly, was already damp with sweat. He was trying hard not to ask the nearby Vittyia, but in his heart, it was all tangled up!
Vittyia had a slight feeling of Amortasta's abnormality, but she didn't say anything. After warily glancing around, she raised her wand and pointed to the boundless night sky. A stone pillar, exuding rustic and time-worn aura, took shape amidst a brilliantly radiant holy white light.
Amortaste took a deep breath, allowing the calm and rational mind to take control of his body again. He remained silent, tensing his nerves, and focused all his attention on Vittyya's actions.
Amortaste had no choice but to be this cautious. It was because the Druidic Church's priestess standing beside him was hiding too many secrets, he had to be on guard!
PS: Next, I will write about the second storyline. Please give me lots of encouragement and support!
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