Farewell party.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold. Except for Rhodes, who was drunk and unconscious, everyone else was more or less sober. They all looked towards the door and saw Watson who had occupied Oscar's body.
Lorenzo looked as if he understood everything. His expression twisted slightly, changing from cold to smiling, and repeated this several times. Finally, he sighed helplessly, picked up the bottle of wine, walked back to the sofa, moved the sofa towards the door, and sat down.
"Farewell party..."
Lorenzo muttered the word and then guzzled his drink.
This time no one spoke, they just waited quietly. They didn't know what they were waiting for, but they just kept calm tacitly.
"A farewell party... I always thought a funeral was also a kind of farewell party, but it's just not as joyful as this one."
Lorenzo understood why these people gathered here. It was not only for reunion and joy, but also a gathering before the war.
Just like what is often said in books, the train was waiting on the rails, the soldiers and their families expressed their longing and reluctance, and then, under the gazes of many people, they embarked on a road of no return.
Lorenzo was prepared for this, but he didn't expect it to happen at this time.
Unexpected, but not that unexpected. His mood was quite complicated. The joy that had finally risen up disappeared at this moment, but Lorenzo also had another feeling.
A... strange relief.
Finally, all this long journey is finally coming to an end.
This is something to be happy about, but also something to be nervous about.
Lorenzo took a few deep breaths and transformed himself into the "expert" look again. He crossed his legs, and although he looked ridiculous wrapped in a blanket, this ridiculousness could not hide the coldness emanating from him.
"So, what happened, Watson?"
Lorenzo asked in a deep voice.
Watson didn't waste any words and answered directly.
"The Well of Ascension is stirring. Perhaps the Temple of Stasis has already fallen."
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room seemed to drop sharply, and even the flames in the fireplace dimmed a little. Except for Rhodes who passed out drunk, everyone's mind was shrouded in dark clouds, their hands and feet were cold, and their faces were pale.
This is different from the problems they have dealt with before. This time they will face the root of the demons, the end of erosion, and the mortal enemy of disorder and chaos.
For thousands of years, the glorious civilization has never completely exiled it, leaving only a tiny spark of fire, which has been passed on to people after ages. Now they will fight this final battle to end this long war.
"So the Unspeakable is much more 'awake' than we thought. It has not completely fallen into a long sleep, and its sleep talk still has the ability to interfere with the real world." Lorenzo whispered.
"My initial suspicion is that the extinction of the 'road' and the power of our anti-memes made it feel threatened, so it stopped lying dormant and chose to intervene forcefully."
Watson responded that her consciousness had been moving at high speed these past few days, traveling through one [gap] after another. Although she was powerful, this also brought her an intractable sense of fatigue.