Chapter 500 - The Dugons
Angor followed the same path as before to get back so that he could move at full speed without worrying about obstacles. It didn’t take long for them to reach the landing spot of the trench where Angor came from.
He couldn’t tell the condition of the water current while he was in his soul form, so he could only rely on Keely to alert him.
“The water is fine now but…” Keely checked on Luna; it was still shivering in her arms. “Luna’s not right. The monster probably hasn’t given up yet.”
Angor immediately began moving farther. The trench would grow narrower ahead of them, which meant the octopus couldn’t keep up.
Using Keely’s light to see the way, Angor kept flying for about an hour. The width of the path was smaller than a hundred meters now while the flat ground was replaced by a slope that led upward, which meant the end of the trench was near.
“We should be safe now. There’s no way that monster will get inside. And Luna told me we’ve lost it.”
Angor released both bodies before he returned to his own body.
Keely noticed how Angor gained so much speed while away from his body. However, she didn’t ask since it was probably something private.
“Dugons? Duon?” Angor thought it was some kind of tongue twisters.
“A Dugon is that Toad Skin thing you mentioned, while a Duon is this,” Keely said and pointed at the mermaids in the pictures. “This ‘uglier mermaid’ is supposed to be something called the Duons, and the Dugons worshiped them.”
“You mean the Duons were what the Toad Skins looked like before?”
Keely nodded, which made Angor really confused.
He thought the “mermaids” described by the paintings were abstract beings created out of religion, and he didn’t expect them to be the ACTUAL ancestors of Toad Skins, or in this case, the Dugons.
But at least the Duons looked like something humanoid, while their children are disasters! Who gave birth to them and how?
Keely translated the rest of what she saw in Angor’s illusion.
The characters below most of the painting were introductions that described the daily lives of Dugons, while the last few pictures were more important.
“The Altar of Demise is the final land of all Dugons. Many Duon clerics awaited there, served by their Dugon followers. You need the Meraid’s Sword to guide us there, where they prayed to their Gods.” Following her explanation, Keely slowly pointed to the last picture that showed an altar built somewhere bright.
“Gods? What Gods?” Clearly, the Duons were no Gods to the Dugons. It seemed yet another entity was brought up.
“It didn’t say.” Keely shook her head.
“But check this out,” she said as she pointed to one of the paintings in the middle. The painting showed a number of clouds covering up the Dugons, and the tides of the sea could be seen below them.
“This one is something related to ‘travel’. I think the Dugons are not natives to this place. Someone brought them here. The water in this painting must be referring to the Sea of Purification.”
Angor nodded. “You mean, people from Floating Mech City transferred an entire species here, while the ‘Gods’ they followed are actually… someone from the city?”
“Should be.”
If what Keely assumed was true, then the Altar of Demise would be their final destination.
Angor didn’t care why the city did such a thing inside the purification garden. Finding the altar was more important.
But where was the “Meraid’s Sword”?