"Desire is the measure of all things, don't be bound by the reins of morality; do what you want, and treat the people you want."

Lisa Kane's hearing also became extremely sensitive, and the surroundings were filled with low buzzing sounds and unknown murmurs, as if there were countless voices whispering in her ears, bringing endless annoyance and fear.

Those sounds were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if they were coming from a distant place, and they seemed to ring directly in her mind, making her nerves tense and almost collapse.

Lisa was dragged into a bizarre dream while in a coma, with physical pain and confusion filling every nerve in her body.

She felt as if her body was floating in boundless darkness, with no direction or weight, and could only allow this endless nothingness to surround her.

Her limbs seemed to be tightly wrapped by invisible chains, unable to move, as if every inch of her muscles were resisting her own existence.

Every breath felt like it was burning in the lungs, and the air was filled with a pungent smell, like a mixture of rotting corpses and chemicals.

Lisa's throat was so dry that it felt like it was about to split, and every breath brought tearing pain.

In her dream, she saw her past.

She remembered that at that time, her name was Zdena Slovak...

The name Zdena symbolizes her stable position in the family and her constructive role in society. The name is usually related to "building" or "construction" in tribes, symbolizing stability and creativity.

She comes from a family with deep ties to the Slovak region, and the surname Slovakova reflects her family background.

Lisa hated her past name, which represented her need for her own identity and made her forget the importance of sticking to who she is.

"Assimilation is the biggest enemy of the individual, the assimilation of the nation, the assimilation of the country..."

"But you have no choice - people are either born with faith or not. There is no other way. The land where you were born will make the choice for you."

Distorted images flashed before her eyes, as if reality and dreams were intertwined and colliding in her consciousness.

She saw broken steel bridges and tilted high-rise buildings. These ruins kept spinning before her eyes, like a never-ending nightmare.

Those gray prisms and tomb-like buildings, with their endless heaviness and sadness, made her breathless.

She felt a cold touch on her skin, as if something was crawling on her body, which was an indescribable feeling of nausea and fear.

Her vision kept changing, and the light kept flashing in front of her eyes, sometimes dazzling, sometimes dim, as if she was looking for a way out in the endless darkness.

She saw those greedy flies flying in front of her eyes, eating the incorruptible corpses. Those twisted corpses seemed to tell her endless pain and despair.

It was a dilapidated, desolate, and completely forgotten scene.

The world of gray masonry and metal beams was now wiped out of its luster and grandeur. The greedy flies ate up everything they could eat, passing over the never-rotting corpses, and died one after another on the desolate ice field.

These gray prisms are like complete tombs. No inscriptions are needed to know who is buried in them.

The crashed aircraft has long burned out all its vitality, and even the ashes are no longer willing to lie inside. Bricks and rubble, glass shards, fallen billboards, and large screens with missing corners, when the neon elf dies.

, the demon of darkness and shadow is entrenched here and will never leave again.

She walked in this dead ruins, the surroundings were eerily quiet, only the wind whispered in her ears.

No one will remember that such a city-state once existed, because those who know it have fallen under the Nine Springs.

The mountains of corpses seem to be telling the world silently:

"I used to live here."

Countless corpses were lying on the ground in various twisted postures, or sitting on the wall. The mountains of corpses were like dry, disgusting tumors in the city, bulging out from the gaps in the steel pillars, eating away at the gray tones in the distance.

There were black ulcers.

However, even those poisonous cancers died.

This is the world inside the tomb.

This is... my mother's residence.

"My mother was once a princess; the most beautiful daughter of the Blood Queen.

The Grand Warlock, the Wizard King of the Inner Temple, wants to conquer the Blood Queen as he conquered her kingdom.

So the great warlock took possession of her with his own power and made her his favorite concubine.

Afterwards, she began to revere the Great Warlock, just like those of us who adhere to the ancient ways.

She begged to have children for the Great Warlock, so the Warlock gave her his sacred seed.

Mother swells with joy and life.

She took root here and grew up here.

We, like the pale ones, must keep her full and satisfied.

The Pale One spits nectar into her countless mouths, and her offspring suck the milk and grow.

Now mother has become one with the earth.

Her clay uterus is swelling and soon she will rupture.

Sinners, they are surrounded by the fire of the gods.”

Lisa suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, as if invisible fingers were gently touching her back.

She turned around and found a vague figure standing behind her, but it exuded a strong sense of oppression.

It was a figure, shrouded in darkness, with only a pair of golden eyes. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through her soul, making her tremble involuntarily.

She wanted to run away, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.

The figure in the darkness gradually came closer, and she felt suffocated, as if the air had been sucked out of her.

Just when she was about to be swallowed, everything in the dream suddenly became blurred, and the surrounding scenes began to distort, as if everything was collapsing and collapsing.

Lisa saw the figure raise her right hand, and the familiar ancient sheepskin scroll appeared, which was "The Book of Sin-Eating, the Foundation of the Flesh".

And on the outstretched hand, she saw a rune, which she had only seen on the stone walls of Thracian mound tombs - six curved blades radiating outward from the center, forming an overall

A rotating dynamic graphic: the shape of each blade is like a sharp blade, with obvious sharp angles and curves on the edge, as if there is endless power in the constant rotation. The arrangement of the blades is well-proportioned and echoes each other, giving people a sense of

Smooth and harmonious feeling.

That is... [Seal of Ion!]

Her consciousness gradually blurred, and everything in front of her was spinning and rolling. Darkness came like a tide, completely engulfing her.

There were whispering wind sounds and unknown murmurs in the distance. Those sounds seemed to come from another world, carrying ancient and mysterious power.

"There was peace on earth then.

The Grand Warlock took charge and occupied most of the Daevite lands, and no one opposed them.

Ion took his seat in the inner sanctum and paused for a while in that prosperous place.

At that moment Saint Lavata was overwhelmed with intense sorrow, and she went to Ion and begged him for a favor.

"Do not be angry with your enemies, stretch out your hand against them, and put out the fire of your righteousness, for the way leads to pain and death."

Lisa felt herself falling continuously in the endless darkness, her body becoming heavier and heavier, her consciousness gradually dissipating, and finally turning into nothingness.

**********

In a dark basement, dim light bulbs hung on the wall, and the light flickered. The room was surrounded by old books and ancient ritual props, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and corruption.

"ah--"

Lisa woke up from her dream. She suddenly stood up from the stained morgue bed, dripping with cold sweat, and began to pant violently.

Dong dong dong——

Her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to burst out of her chest, and the whispering wind and murmurs from her dream were still echoing in her ears.

The female forensic doctor's body was trembling, her hands tightly grasped the edge of the bed, and her nails were almost embedded in the iron bed board.

Lisa's clothes were in tatters, covered with blood stains and dirt, and gave off a disgusting stench.

Her hair was messy and stuck wetly to her forehead and cheeks, and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"Huhuhu~,"

The female forensic doctor breathed eagerly. She could feel the putrid smell in the air lingering in her nasal cavity. Every breath she took seemed to be inhaling a strong smell of corruption.

The rise and fall of his chest was violent and rapid, and his breathing was slightly difficult, as if every breath he took was as heavy and painful as swallowing venom.

"The heartbeat is strong and the rhythm is normal." She pressed her hand on her chest and felt the strong beating of her heart, which was steady and powerful.

"The ribs have healed."

She gently touched her ribs. The originally broken area had now completely healed, leaving only a slight soreness.

Then, as a [Flemish Female Shepherd], she almost subconsciously began to analyze the current state of her body.

"There are no obvious cracks in the skin, and epidermal cell regeneration is intact."

"The liver and spleen are not enlarged and are functioning normally."

"The blood circulation is stable and there are no obvious symptoms of blood loss."

"Muscle tissue is recovering well and strength is recovering."

"The nervous system is not damaged and perception is normal."

The female forensic doctor closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the surrounding environment. Her touch, hearing and vision were all within normal ranges, indicating that her nervous system was not damaged.
To be continued...