Chapter 1352
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Chapter 1352 “Poet of the Sky”
Fog.
In the sky above the turbulent waves, a rainbow light flashed across the horizon.
A petite figure emerged from the rainbow light, her disheveled hair swaying in the wind. She looked back toward the direction where the rainbow light had disappeared, tears uncontrollably flowing from her eyes.
“Sister…” Skuld’s voice was somewhat choked.
As the goddess of “Future” among the three Norns, Skuld could clearly sense that the auras of “Past” and “Present” had vanished… This also meant that Urd and Verdandi had died at Odin’s hands.
Skuld rubbed her reddened eyes, looked around, and after selecting a direction, rushed toward it!
That was the direction of Great Xia.
Since her two sisters had sacrificed their lives to help her leave Asgard, she would never turn back. She needed to find Lin Qiye.
Suddenly, a clear harp sound echoed in her mind.
Twang—!
Skuld froze, stopping in her tracks.
She looked around in confusion but couldn’t find the source of the sound… Where was this harp sound coming from in the hazy fog?
“Skuld…?” Just then, another voice echoed in her ears.
Skuld recognized this voice.
“Brother Bragi?” she asked excitedly, “Where are you?”
“…Fortunately, you haven’t been contaminated by them…” Bragi didn’t answer her question. After a brief pause, his voice sounded again, “Skuld, I’m going to sever your connection to Asgard’s source. No matter what you hear next, don’t look back, understand?”
Confusion appeared in Skuld’s eyes. Just as she was about to say something more, another harp sound rang out!
Twang—!!
A breaking sound suddenly came from deep within Skuld’s body. She quickly looked down at her palm.
“Asgard…” she murmured.
She could clearly feel that the connection between her divine core and Asgard’s source had suddenly broken. The faith power that had been continuously drawn from the source also abruptly ceased.
Had she… been expelled from Norse mythology?
Skuld stood stunned for a long while, then gritted her teeth and continued speeding toward Great Xia.
Although she didn’t know what had happened to Bragi or why he had cut off her connection to Asgard, she believed that Bragi would never harm her.
Skuld hadn’t flown far when the faint sound of a harp came from the void at the edge of the sky…
It was the sound of Bragi’s harp.
This elusive harp melody floated around Skuld’s ears. Although she couldn’t hear the complete melody clearly, for some reason, an unprecedented sadness welled up in Skuld’s heart…
Skuld reached out and touched her cheek, finding it already covered in tears.
“Brother Bragi…” Skuld murmured,
“Are you,
in sorrow?”
…
On the ruins of the shattered divine mountain,
Bragi’s fingers gently plucked the harp strings, two clear tears sliding down from his tightly closed eyes.
Even though several strings had already broken, when Bragi’s fingertips lightly swept across that emptiness, clear harp sounds still emerged… as if the sound came not from the harp in his hands, but from his heart.
His dirty robes fluttered in the blood rain, and the sorrowful, plaintive melody echoed across the desolate land.
Twang—!
As a harp note sounded, dreamy light dispersed from Bragi’s heart. This light, accompanying the harp sound, swirled in mid-air, gradually converging into white orbs of light.
The halos emitted by these orbs spread out, revealing sheets of snow-white paper within, falling from the sky like snowflakes.
Lin Qiye stood among these paper snowflakes, raising his hand in confusion to catch a sheet of white paper, and looked down:
[April 16]
[To my eternal beloved, Idunn:]
[I have received your reply. Hearing that all is well with you puts my mind at ease. I want to share something with you: today a new patient came to the hospital, wearing a gray robe, looking fierce, his name seems to be Gilgamesh…]
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept down along the handwriting, slightly moved.
“Letters?” Lin Qiye raised his head, looking at the snow-like papers swirling around Bragi, and spoke in a daze, “These… are all letters?”
Lin Qiye roughly estimated that there were about two thousand letters condensed from the phantasmal light, basically matching the number of Bragi’s letters stored in the hospital warehouse.
These… were all the letters between Bragi and Idunn during this time.
With the appearance of these letters, an indistinct voice arose amid the sorrowful, plaintive harp melody, as if softly reciting something.
Lin Qiye listened carefully and discovered that the voice was reciting the contents of these letters.
“This is…” Lin Qiye’s eyes slightly contracted as if he had realized something.
More and more letters swirled in the air, and the reciting voices grew more numerous. When all two thousand letters were floating, the dense recitations overlapped, surging like waves under the sky!
“[To my eternal beloved: Idunn…]”
“[The weather at the hospital is nice today. How is it where you are? Are you cold…]”
“[I want to cure my illness quickly. I want to see you soon…]”
“[I had a dream last night. I dreamed we returned to that garden…]”
“[When will we meet again…]”
“[…]”
These recitations overlapped, gradually forming Bragi’s own voice. Each syllable he uttered contained over two thousand recitations, accompanied by the sorrowful and plaintive harp melody, seemingly imbued with a certain magic, spreading to every corner of the Norse divine realm.
At the southern edge of Asgard,
Several Norse gods wrapped in tumors suddenly raised their heads, looking toward the direction of the divine mountain with closed eyes, their painful wails abruptly ceasing.
Crimson insects crawled on the surface of their skin, and their tightly closed eyes trembled slightly.
Two streams of blood tears ran down their pale cheeks…
These Norse gods, who had already lost their self-awareness, seemed to regain the emotion of sorrow, gazing toward the divine mountain, weeping silently.
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