Chapitre 212: The Oracle

Tritons stood before the white casket, his gaze fixed on the figure within. Inside lay a young man with long blonde hair and a frail frame, dressed in a tuxedo with lotus flowers carefully placed in the pocket.

Lucien should have appeared like a mummy, his skin grey and lifeless. Yet, the funeral custom dictated that the body be prepared in the most beautiful and dignified manner so that when the soul ascended to Nirvana and faced the Goddess, it would do so in the finest attire and appearance.

But this man was never meant to die. Tritons recalled the day the Goddess had visited him in a dream, speaking to him after the death of the Oracle and the Saint.

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He opened his eyes to the vast ocean before him. The sky was dark, reflecting the night that had settled over this place.

Yet, the water shimmered with a soft blue light, gently lapping at his feet as the sand tickled his toes.