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Bingying reminded,

"The name Elvira is the same as the soul we met in that strange world. I wonder if they are the same person?"

Mark opened his eyes suddenly, and Bingying's words echoed in his mind, like a thunder, blasting through layers of fog. He remembered the soul that called herself Elvira in that strange world, and the "Dark Lord" she mentioned. Could it be... that the soul that occupied Lily's body was that soul?

He stood up suddenly and slapped the heavy iron door of the confinement room hard, making a loud "bang bang bang" sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent night. He shouted loudly: "Paladin! Paladin!" There was a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in his voice, echoing in the empty corridor.

A young paladin came over after hearing the sound, holding a dim oil lamp in his hand, and the light swayed, reflecting his young face. He walked to the door of the confinement room and asked in confusion: "Mark, what happened?" As he spoke, he took out the key and opened the iron door of the confinement room.

The iron door made a "creak" sound and slowly opened. Mark grabbed the young paladin's shoulder and said anxiously: "Quick! Take me to see the high priest! I have something important to tell her!" His tone was rapid, his breathing was rapid, and his chest was heaving violently.

The young paladin was startled by Mark's sudden move, and the oil lamp in his hand almost fell to the ground. He looked at Mark's anxious expression, realized the seriousness of the matter, and nodded and said: "Okay, I'll take you there."

The young paladin took Mark and rushed all the way through the long corridor to the high priest's residence. It was late at night, and the high priest's residence was brightly lit. Through the window, you can see her pacing back and forth in the room, as if thinking about something.

The young paladin knocked on the door gently, and after getting the permission from the high priest, he pushed the door open and said to the high priest: "Lord Selina, Mark has something urgent to see you."

The high priest looked up and saw Mark standing at the door with a hint of anxiety on his face. She frowned slightly and asked: "Mark, it's so late, what's the matter?"

Mark did not answer, but walked directly into the room and said to the high priest: "Lord Selina, I remember! I remember who Avella is!" His tone was excited, and his eyes were shining.

The high priest heard the words, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. She motioned the young paladin to retreat first, then walked to Mark and asked anxiously: "Mark, do you really remember who she is? Tell me quickly!"

Mark took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He slowly said: "I once met a soul in a strange world. She was also called Avella and called herself the Lord of Darkness..." He recounted in detail the experience of his encounter with the soul Avella in the strange world, including the rebirth organization she belonged to.

After listening to Mark's story, the high priest fell into deep thought with a serious expression. She paced back and forth, frowning, tapping the table with her fingers, making a "tick-tick" sound. The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the clock's hands moving, striking everyone's heartstrings one by one.

"Two Avellas..." the high priest murmured in a low voice, her voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of indescribable solemnity, "Could it be... there is any connection between them?"

She raised her head, staring at Mark with burning eyes, and asked: "Mark, are you sure that the soul you met is also called Avella?"

Mark nodded firmly and said: "I'm sure! She told me herself!"

The high priest fell into deep thought again. The room fell into silence again, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Outside the window, the night deepened, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were dark.

"The Lord of Darkness..." The high priest suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "Could it be... that she will be the one who destroys the Holy Stone?" Her tone was low and solemn, as if she had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. "Holy Stone..." She prayed in a low voice, seeking the guidance of the gods.

Mark looked at the solemn expression of the high priest, and felt uneasy in his heart. He guessed the future that was destined to happen.

The high priest raised his head and looked at Mark, with a flash of determination in his eyes. "Mark," she said in a deep voice, "we need to prepare for the worst."

"I understand." Mark nodded, his tone firm.

"Darkness is coming..." The high priest muttered to himself, his eyes full of worry.

Mark clenched his fists, he knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. He glanced at the dark night sky outside the window, took a deep breath, and prepared for the battle.

The high priest slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the moon covered by dark clouds. Her slender fingers gently stroked the window frame, and her knuckles turned slightly white. "We need to find Elvira as soon as possible," she said firmly, but with a barely perceptible tremor, "Whether the future can be changed depends on this time."