Chapter 393 – In the Mirror Image?

Chapter 393 – In Mirror Image?
In Duncan’s perception, two marks in an abnormal state had caught his attention.

One of the imprints was, of course, from the White Oak.

The ship that he had completely burned with flames was still emitting a strong “presence”, wandering in his perception like a burning fire, but he still couldn’t pinpoint the ship’s real location – whenever he tried to pinpoint the White Oak’s location, he only got a strange and strange image of the ship. Whenever he tried to locate the White Oak, he only got a strange and vague result, which showed that the White Oak was in a certain area next to the Frost City State, which had long been blockaded by the Sea Mist Fleet and the Frost Navy.

The other “problem” mark is on the Gatekeeper Agatha.

In the past period of time, Duncan suddenly realized that the mark that he had left on Agatha’s body had been interfered with in some way, in the interference, Agatha’s aura became several times weaker, and the position also began to show the same blurred and distorted signs as the White Oak, he tried to confirm Agatha’s status remotely, but was surprised to find that the other party’s aura would occasionally disappear completely in the city state.

Two marks in trouble, one ship, one person, different locations, similar states.

This was clearly cause for concern.

That’s why he chose to investigate the matter himself after nightfall – there’s nothing on the White Oak’s side for now, but Agatha’s imprint still moves around Frost City from time to time, and it should be right around here.

Duncan lowered his head and looked at Shirley, who was looking around himself.

Dog’s sensory abilities as a dark demon might come in handy – and he could probably pick up the scent of his own kind, if there were any Annihilists in the area.

As the night wore on, the gas lamps on both sides of the road were all lit up, with the occasional whistle of a night watchman or barking of a dog coming from the distance, interspersed with the sound of the ocean waves coming from afar.

The streets were empty during curfew hours, and even though some light spilled out from the buildings along the roadside, it was hard to dispel the chill of the winter night. Duncan led Shirley through yet another alleyway, and in his “vision”, the flame that represented Agatha was still walking around not far away.

“Mr. Duncan, do you think if that gatekeeper sees me …… will he slash his sword?” Shirley said, somewhat without words, “Like Vanna saw the heretic ……”

“Gatekeepers don’t use swords,” Duncan said casually, “I’ve heard from Vanna that they use specially made fighting canes and the Divine Arts of the Death Realm to deal with heretics.”

Shirley scowled at that and said nothing.

For his part, Duncan paid no attention to the girl’s reaction, and after entering an alley, he stopped abruptly.

Shirley also stopped nervously at once, looking around with a wary face, “What did you find? That gatekeeper up ahead?”

“…… She’s not up ahead, she’s right here,” Duncan said calmly, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire alley, “And has been here for a while.”

“She’s right here?!” Shirley’s eyes widened at once, as if she felt another cold wind blowing across her neck, she looked forward as hard as she could, her heart growing faint, “Where is it? Where is it? …… I can’t see it… Dog do you see it?”

“Didn’t see it,” Dog’s voice came from the nearby shadows, sounding muffled, “Can’t see anyone or feel a breath.”

“Can’t even see Dog?” Duncan’s brow furrowed slightly, while before his eyes the small cluster of flames representing Agatha burned silently just a few meters away, appearing faint and illusory.

The keeper was here – she was resting here.

Duncan walked slowly towards where that flame was, but then stopped.

“Agatha seemed to sense something, and the flame suddenly jumped halfway to him, then quickly moved in the other direction.

Duncan raised his head and looked in the direction he sensed the flames were moving, when suddenly a flickering shadow on the glass window of a nearby building’s facade caught his eye.

He saw a blurry figure dart across the surface of that glass, Agatha vaguely discernible between the outlines.

Shirley, who happened to be looking up and looking around, also noticed the shadow, and she almost cried out in shock, but reacted just in time to cover her mouth, and only after the shadow had flashed by did she look over at Duncan, and spoke in a heartfelt voice, “There was a figure just now!”

“I saw it, it was reflected in the window.” Duncan spoke in a hushed voice, his gaze still calmly looking ahead, and where Sherry couldn’t see it, he was still staring intently at the cluster of flames – which had crossed the alleyway and flickered again at the intersection in front of him, doubling back and running in the other direction.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if sketching Agatha’s state in his mind.

She seemed to be breaking out of some sort of predicament, she might have been injured or tired, and she had rested here briefly before heading in the direction of the Uptown area – something had stopped her for a moment at the intersection, but it hadn’t.

Duncan opened his eyes, and his gaze fell once more on the glass window not far away; Agatha’s figure was no longer there in the smooth pane, only silently reflecting the vapors of the streetlight not far away.

“Reflections ……” Duncan said softly, “Interesting ……” “Huh?” Shirley, however, still looked confused, “What? You’ve figured it out already?”

“Perhaps.” Duncan said noncommittally, then stepped over to the glass window, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

A small cluster of flames jumped at his fingertips, illuminating his figure.

He looked to that glass window and saw that it was reflecting the flame in his hand, the leaping light as if it were alive, burning silently in the mirrored world.

Shirley watched Duncan’s movements in disbelief, and then saw the latter wave his hand gently, dispersing the flames from his fingertips as he went.

But a faint bit of green light still jumped in her vision.

Shirley slowly opened her mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of her with astonishment: after Duncan dispersed the flame in his hand, the fire reflected in the glass window did not show the slightest sign of disappearing – the reflected flame was still burning quietly, as if it had its own independent existence, burning in the mirror!

“What …… is going on here?!” Shirley raised her hand to point at the flames in the glass window and stammered at Duncan, “Why is the fire still in here ……”

“A mirrored Frost,” Duncan turned his head slowly, and there seemed to be a smirk in his tone, “is gradually merging with the real-world Frost – great ingenuity, I personally think it’s full of creativity. ”

“Mirror ……” Shirley actually half-understood, but still subconsciously repeated the word, “You mean, there’s a Frost in the mirror too? That the ‘Gatekeeper’ ran into the world of mirrors?”

“Not exactly, but you could interpret it that way,” Duncan said calmly, and turned his gaze back to the reflection of the flames still burning calmly in the mirror, “There is a small rift here, but not enough.”

“Not enough?” Sherry blinked.

“I need a more precise location, a stronger connection,” Duncan slowly reached out and touched his fingertips to the flaming apparition in the mirror, “It’s not enough fire to ignite the world across the mirror. But ……”

He paused, withdrawing his fingers.

The flaming phantom in the mirror suddenly wavered, and then vanished into the depths of darkness, leaving only a vague, ghostly green trail that seemed to spread into the distance.

“It’s enough to help Agatha out.”

……

How many fakes formed by the Progenitor had been eliminated? How many incarnations of the young blonde had been destroyed?
Agatha didn’t bother counting after the four-digit number.

All she knew was that the heretic hadn’t lied to her – she was indeed trapped in this strange world, and there was no hope of getting out of it anytime soon.

The sky was dark, the clouds were chaotic, in this “Frost City State” without the sun, the boundary between day and night had already disappeared, and it could only be judged by the subtle changes in light between the clouds and the gas lights on the streets, it should be nightfall by now.

Agatha walked through a narrow alley, calming her breath and repairing her physical and mental injuries as she hurried along.

Her black coat had already been torn in many places due to the successive battles, and the combat soft armor lining her body was also damaged quite a bit, and the bandages and skin wrapped underneath could even be seen on her shoulders and sides, and there were hints of blood seeping out from them.

In all fairness, the enemy is not strong, even the blonde heretic using the “incarnation”, in the eyes of Agatha, the gatekeeper does not seem to be strong to any extent, to solve up to just three or two minutes.

But they were endless.

This entire city-state is their regeneration “material” and “reserve force”, ordinary means of combat here is simply meaningless.

As Agatha walked through the alleys, she was rapidly calculating in her mind.

At the same time, she also recalled the strange and horrible feeling she had a few minutes ago.

At that time, she was taking a short break in a dark alley when that ghastly aura suddenly appeared in her perception, and that kind of intimidating pressure …… even made her feel as if her heart had stopped beating for a few seconds.

At that time, she was unable to think carefully, so she hurriedly left the hiding place, but at this time, she looked back and thought …… about it again That horrible aura didn t seem to be something in this bizarre fake city state.

Then …… what exactly is it?
(End of chapter)