Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

Annand withdrew his gaze from the public nightmare viewed through the two players and fell into deep thought.


His previous judgment could be said to have been half right.


Indeed, the First Daughter of the Storm became too strong, too fast at collecting the "Storm and Heart's Canticle," leading to an unsatisfied condition at the time of her Ascension.


Though she was incomparably powerful and, without doubt, the world's foremost Transcendent at that time—even receiving the "Crown of the Supreme"... she became somewhat arrogant, resulting in an insufficiently deep understanding of the Book of Truth.


—But it wasn't because the "Storm and Heart's Canticle" was missing a hidden page.


In fact, when Annan learned that Philip was the "spare Annan" and thus deduced that the "Eternal Maiden" Ingrid was the "seventh mirror," as well as a "candidate for the Celestial Chariot"... Annan had a vague sense that his previous conjectures might have been wrong.


Chapter 405: The Eye of Kafney