"I was born in Stormheim, and I am the most powerful warrior in the Dragonflayer clan. In my hometown, when I was still alive, I followed the powerful and tyrannical King Ymiron on an expedition to the Grizzly Hills.
.There are many savage and powerful werebears there, as well as their gods..."
"I have seen the most beautiful aurora in the polar regions. I have also walked on a barren land. I have seen elves moving in the hills. I have also seen giant dragons soaring in the sky and burning everything with fire..."
"I'm dead..."
"My soul longs to enter the great Hall of Valor, but not everyone can enjoy the glory of promotion...I finally came here, this land of eternal darkness, without seeing the light of day, with no relief..."
"I am...wait, I'm not, I'm not this vrykul! This is just...an illusion!"
"Buzz"
The chaotic thinking of the great lord was like a fog shrouding his soul. He moved forward at a loss, unable to tell whether the illusion in his soul was true or false. But every time he was about to be swallowed up by those chaotic and complicated soul fogs, it belonged to Tyrion.
The cold consciousness will call him back.
But even so, under the current circumstances, he could only stay awake for a moment.
He tried hard to move his cold body. This coldness was generated from both ends of the soul and body at the same time. He raised his hands tremblingly. Outside of the fresh skin, there was a layer of frost visible to the naked eye.
It was lingering, it was black frost and snow, it was black thin ice, it looked like it was going to cover him completely.
Tyrion no longer knows how many dementors he has "accepted" in his body, but from his chaotic thinking at this time and the flickering memories of those who are just watching, he can probably judge that it must be an extreme
Terrible numbers.
He turned around with difficulty, and the darkness that shrouded his vision had disappeared. He could easily see the distant scenery of this land, as if there were two different perspectives. One side belonged to him, and the other side belonged to those chaotic people.
consciousness.
The arrival of every soul-eating monster will "share" the light and knowledge of this world with him. A large map is quickly filled in his mind. The endless secrets buried in this barren land can also be seen in this way.
This way of "assimilation" remains in his mind.
Soon, this unclaimed land will have no secrets for him.
This is part of "surrender", part of an ordinary soul's ascension...Those strange deaths, those illusions and memories of death carried by individual dementors, in the rapid accumulation, about
The once big and vague concept of "death" is becoming clear bit by bit.
In this moment of clarity, he could feel that the soul power in his body was increasing at a terrifying speed. This was only a quantitative change, but if it continued like this, his soul would soon enter the real state.
Qualitative change, those dementors "melted" into his body, integrating their own soul into his soul. This was a process of dedication and acceptance.
But this is also a "test" process.
The fusion of souls brings not only the strength of the soul, but also the memories and consciousnesses belonging to different souls. Those emotional imprints that are not very strong but difficult to remove are rapidly accumulating in his soul like water from the outside.
.
Just like a jar that is filled quickly, once the jar is filled and the water flow from outside does not stop, there is only one result...
"ah!"
The high lord's cold hands grasped his bulging forehead. His own consciousness was erasing these foreign memories as quickly as possible, but the speed of this reduction was far from the speed of filling.
Tyrion half-knelt in pain on the desolate and silent land. Layers of mist-like cold dark power shrouded the great lord's body like a cobweb, just like the weird oil-like layer outside the Dementor's body.
The viscous substance is also covering his armor bit by bit. Obviously, this is the superposition of power, but it is also the beginning of assimilation.
With Tyrion's knowledge, it is not difficult for him to realize that once his body is completely covered by these black oily substances, he will be transformed into a death creature similar to a dementor, but more powerful than a dementor.
World creature... Maybe he will become the lord of this dead world. In a sense, this can be regarded as a successful "crown".
But this is not what the great lord wants... He cannot abandon the people behind him, cannot abandon his feelings, cannot abandon his relatives and lovers, he cannot be completely isolated from this world and become the king of another world.
...He doesn't care about such power!
"Buzz"
The cold earth was torn apart between Tyrion's twisting fingers, but this weak external pain could not alleviate his current situation. Some ignorant memories began to surface in his mind. Tyrion knew...
I am about to be "lost" again.
Just before his unclear thinking was about to completely fall into the fog of his soul, the great lord gritted his teeth and gave his final order to his body.
"Looking for Yuna...looking for the guide."
After the fog of the Realm of Death that blocked the way forward was completely dispelled, Tyrion could clearly sense Yuna's position, and after understanding the meaning and threat of the "Crown", the High Lord also had an understanding of the "Guide"
A deeper understanding.
The little ghost Yuna is definitely not only the guide who brought him into this world...she is also the only connection between Tyrion and the real world after the assimilation is completed. If the big lord has not found it before he is "completely assimilated",
As a guide home, he will stay here forever.
This is probably the real test given to Tyrion by the ruler of the Realm of Death... The premise is that if this huge Realm of Death really has a ruler.
I really don’t know how Hela and Bwonsamdi got the management rights of their own hell back then... If they also experienced this kind of trial of finding the "crown" like Tyrion, then they
The guide... who is it?
"I am a night elf, I remember my name...my name is...what is my name?"
The fog of the soul once again obscured the will of the great lord, just like a drowning man struggling to find a way out in the roaring sea. However, after the mind was sealed, the body of the great lord still followed his orders and continued to move towards the place where Yuna was.
direction forward.
Even the great lord himself did not know the power that this body now contained, and in this vast wilderness, his footsteps became heavier and heavier, like thunder. As he walked, the path of darkness continued to twist in his direction.
He was rolling behind him, and the black soul fire was burning on his body, like a dark giant beast trudging in the wilderness. The terrifying power made the dead world change color, and the surging
The flames are more like a gathering and dispersing storm.
Looking carefully, there are some black phantoms besides the flames that seem to burn everything...
Their faces were distorted, like evil spirits bound in hell. They roared endlessly in extreme pain and wanted to escape from this cage, but the restraint from the soul of the great lord held them to death.
Trapped in that black flame, they will never be freed except by His mercy.
Is that real? Or is it a false illusion?
This question is meaningless, at least to Tyrion now.
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"biu!"
The blue starlight flew out from the top of the wand, like an arrow drawn from a bow. The blue beam of light accurately hit the head of a dementor who was probing his head. The starlight splashed out, frightening the disgusting monster.
Turn around and run.
But beating one away does not mean that it is safe. The little ghost Yuna pursed her lips, straightened the wreath on her head, and kept cheering herself up in her heart to prevent herself from crying, but her other side
One hand couldn't help but grab the little bear doll hanging around her waist. She looked up and saw that this place was like a palace, filled with terrifying darkness everywhere, and those ugly guys kept coming out of the darkness.
He crawled out of the house and wanted to hurt her.
She has been here for who knows how long... The flow of time in the Realm of Death is different for every life that enters it. The little ghost Yuna should belong to the type where days seem like years.
"Nur, Nur, fortunately you are with me."
The little girl hugged the little bear. She looked around in a panic. When she was sure that no dementors were sneaking up, she sat on the ground tiredly. She put the wand aside. It was no longer as white as in her memory.
The cute little bear was placed in front of her eyes. In the faint light, Yuna's eyes like stars blinked, and she saw her reflection in the eyes of the Noh bear doll.
"Like a silly child..."
Yuna said to herself, she laughed, but she smiled and held the little bear Noor tightly in her arms, and she buried her head on the doll's head.
"Nur, I only have you left..."
"Everyone, everyone has disappeared... I can't see them, I can't hear their voices, Dornan, Vanessa, little Anduin, and Tyrion, I miss them so much
them..."
As she talked, the little girl felt like she was crying, but as a ghost, she couldn't shed tears, but the sadness and slight loneliness still remained in her heart. She thought of the past days, and she was so lonely, going back and forth.
They were all alone. At that time, she couldn't see anything, and she was groping for the whole world in a lonely darkness.
Those days were like something from another world to Yuna now. She didn't even know how she survived at that time.
But the memory is not only about the cold darkness, there is also happiness. The joy of playing with the children and exploring the realm of death with Tyrion. There is someone by your side, even if you don't talk, just sitting together, it is...
It's much better than being alone now.
However, the more happy memories are used to accompany them, the more abhorrent and unbearable the tragic past and cold reality become.
Yuna didn't know why she encountered such a thing, she didn't know why she was chosen as Tyrion's "guide", she didn't even know why she entered the realm of death... But if she had to give
If there is a reason for all this, then it is probably fate.
"Huhu...Nur, you are also worried about your friends, right?"
Yuna raised her head and touched her dry eyes. She tied Nour back to her waist, then grabbed the wand and patted the little bear's head:
"Don't be afraid. I told them when I left that they won't come to me, so they won't be in danger..."
"Now, you and I have to depend on each other~ Let's find a way to get out of here!"
The little ghost sniffed. She tightened the wreath on her head, then grabbed the wand and cautiously approached the edge of the dark palace again. In the previous few attempts, every time she came into contact with the black
The fog will attract a lot of dementors, but a careful little ghost can find that the number of dementors is decreasing.
She gritted her teeth and kept cheering herself up, then stretched out her fingers and touched the darkness in front of her. The mist surrounding the entire space quickly rotated again, and then there was a low roar, like a sound coming from the darkness.
It's the same as coming from outside.
Yuna quickly took a few steps back. She looked around. Dementors of various shapes crawled out of the darkness. They roared and pushed towards the little ghost who retreated to the center of the palace step by step. The latter kept shouting.
He waved the wand in his hand, and as the blue stars shone, one after another the dementors were hit. When the starlight escaped, these ugly guys would be frightened and turn around and run away.
Their embarrassed posture made the depressed little ghost couldn't help but laugh, and the depression in his heart was also washed away a little.
"Hey, ugly guy!"
"Don't come near Yuna! Get out! Get away!"
"Yuna is the most powerful!"
Amidst the screams of the little ghost, the wand in her hand was swung around, and for a while the entire palace was shining with blue stars. This scene did not look like she was in danger, but like a naughty child playing.
"Bang"
The sudden shaking of the earth made Yuna, who was enjoying herself, turn around suddenly.
"Bang"
The ground beneath her feet shook again. The scene was like the scene when Dornan took her to play in the factory in the Black Iron District and saw those huge mechanical movements, but it was also like when Yuna was still alive.
, I once went with my parents to the park in Makele to see the thunder elephants, and the movement of those huge thunder elephants when they walked.
It was like a terrifying beast was approaching, and the dementors around Yuna who tried to touch her fled quickly as if they sensed the threat.
This scene made the little ghost even more frightened, but she still clenched the wand with both hands and stared at the place where the black mist was floating.
Waiting is always the hardest part...
"boom"
With a loud noise that shook the earth, the dark curtain in front of Yuna's eyes was completely torn apart, and then there was a roaring mist like a storm, and the blazing black flames. The flames were entangled, forming various shapes in the air.
Various pictures, like an awakened devil from hell.
The icy wind blew the little ghost's long hair flying around. As Yuna screamed in terror, the little girl stretched out her hand to block the wind in front of her. Between her fingers, she vaguely saw the staggering figure in the core of the storm that was like a natural disaster.
The advancing figure, the iconic long gray hair...
"Tyrion!"
(It’s the last few days, please give me a monthly ticket~~~ Otherwise, I will have to eat porridge next month, which is very miserable!)
