Death is a state, a description, an ending, and an understanding.
It can be used as a noun, verb and adjective, and often has different meanings in different contexts. However, this is only a description of death by individual wisdom. As every life that always welcomes death, it has a different view of death itself.
understanding.
Some are hateful, some are calm.
Some are escaping and some are looking forward to it.
In countless interpretations, death has been given countless different symbols, including romanticism, realism or nihilism. It is used by many people as an excuse to do nothing, and is also regarded by many as a driving force to move forward.
Some people say it is great, some people say it is unreasonable, and some people try their best to slander it.
But no matter what, death is death, and the meaning given to it by wisdom will not affect its own state of existence... Death is not just the end, it is also a kind of power.
A power that is difficult for mortals to discover and use...
But for individuals who have never experienced death, their descriptions are inaccurate.
Lord Tyrion of the Dark Blade, Dawnblade, has experienced death. I don’t know if it is him. All members of the Dark Blade, from the powerful Death Lord to the humble undead infantry, are all derivatives of the power of death.
But they have never really experienced death. When the sharp blade penetrated his body, it only took away his life and did not reveal the true meaning of death to him... Maybe Tyrion was too weak at that time to
Really appreciate this obscure power.
But now he is strong enough, so when he experienced death again, he realized a lot. He could feel the cold and gentle power slowly seeping into his body, removing impurities from the body.
, exerting the peaceful state behind the power on him.
That feeling was comfortable, as if it was separated from the boundaries of the body itself, making him...free, and even gave the great lord a feeling that he could go wherever he wanted, and even made him feel a little...
Dazed joy.
Just like a dream, the things he originally cared about, the things he was unwilling to let go, and the things he couldn't let go at all seemed to become insignificant at this moment. He just wanted to close his eyes and have a good dream.
In the field, as for what to do after waking up from the dream, as for whether he will wake up from this dream of death, it seems to have nothing to do with him.
Until one after another, the calls that made people clear their dreams, the crying voice...it seemed to be a child, came into his tired heart one after another. Finally, like all the people who were sleeping and disturbed, Tyrion opened his eyes.
Eyes, and the vague call became clear in his ears.
"Tyrion! Tyrion...what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
Yuna knelt on Tyrion's cheek. The girl's hair was messy, her whole body was covered with mud and ashes, and there were scratch marks on her arms. Obviously, she was almost powerless with her like this.
It is not an easy thing for a girl to get through the soul storm surrounding Tyrion, but it is probably because even when she is lost, this body still remembers Yuna and does not deliberately hurt her.
But even so, staring at the weakening soul storm on the ground and crawling over a distance of more than ten meters is still a desperate thing for Yuna.
Fortunately, either due to fatigue or other reasons, Tyrion finally fell into a coma in this shadowy palace, giving the little girl a chance to crawl over.
But she didn't dare to touch Tyrion's body, not only because the lord's skin was frighteningly cold, which was unbearable cold for ghosts, but also because of the black layer covering Tyrion's body.
Matter, just like dementors, the dark energy is constantly entangled in the body of the great lord, and now it has covered his neck.
"Yuna..."
Tyrion saw the living little ghost, and a smile flashed across his old and skinny face, but before he could say more, the memories belonging to the dementors in his mind began to tumble again.
Heavy memories and tens of millions of soul fragments were mixed together, just like a working computer could not bear the huge amount of data, almost causing the great lord's soul to freeze at this moment.
With the return of his consciousness, the feeling of assimilation into the realm of death became more and more obvious. The big lord could feel that the black material covering his body was growing, becoming deeper every minute and every second. That feeling,
The clear feeling of death was covering his consciousness together with those confused memories, and his own soul had become weak under this long-term torture.
Even after absorbing a part of the soul of the great demon Archimonde, his tough soul was not enough to continue to support him.
He's going to die...
In Tyrion's confused eyes, he could even see an illusion swaying. This was different from the desperate situation in this world. At that time, he at least had the power to resist, but in this world, he was just an ordinary mortal.
, a high elf who mistakenly entered this world.
But maybe, this is also the last step to get the "Crown"...
Tyrion had no way of distinguishing all this. His instinct told him that no matter which possibility it was, there was not much time left for him, and he would soon reach his final moment.
That would be a...judgment?
Okay, let's use this word.
The confusion of will made Tyrion's random thoughts no longer able to be suppressed, until he was enduring the noise of his soul and the painful moment when he heard the soft sobbing of the little ghost kneeling in front of him.
Yuna finally woke up Tyrion, but judging from Tyrion's expression and posture, Yuna probably guessed Tyrion's situation.
But what can she do?
She is just a child... Even though she has lived in the spirit body for more than 20,000 years, her soul still belongs to the little girl who died alone in the ruins of Mac'Aree...
"Don't cry... Yuna, don't cry..."
Tyrion said softly:
"I finally found you, silly boy. The cage that restrained you has been shattered. Come on, get out of here..."
The big lord wanted to reach out and touch Yuna's head, but the black substance wrapped around his body prevented him from moving at all. He could only say to Yuna:
"Don't worry about me, kid."
"I no longer have to run around, this is where I belong...Whether it's good or bad, now that the end has arrived, bless me, Yuna, my friend, don't bid me farewell with tears...
"
"Tyrion, don't leave me, please."
Yuna looked at the black substance that slowly extended to Tyrion's cheek. She hurriedly tried to reach out to wipe it away, but Tyrion stopped her. This thing might cause harm to Yuna. After all, she was
Pure spirit.
After comforting the crying little ghost for a few more words, the big lord closed his eyes. Amidst the exhaustion of his soul and the noise of those noisy voices, he could feel that the cold power had spread to his whole body, and he was like
Like a dying old man, he said to Yuna:
"Sing me a song, I haven't heard anyone else sing in a long time."
The little ghost touched her eyes. The spirit body has no tears, but the sadness in her heart cannot be faked. Lying in front of her eyes was the first friend she had met in tens of thousands of years of loneliness. Yuna and
Not knowing Tyrion's circumstances, she simply thought that the great lord would leave her completely here.
Looking at Tyrion's face that was gradually covered, Yuna sobbed and sang the hymn of the Eredar people in the world of Argus praising the Holy Light. It was the only thing the child learned in the Academy of Leaping Shadow Garden.
a song.
Her voice was clear and clear, with a tone unique to little girls. Although she did not hide her sadness, the sound like the chirping of a bird still made people's hearts sway.
"Across the sky, shining on the stars."
"Dispel the darkness and bring the dawn."
"Everywhere you go, all souls sing your praises,"
"Everything listens to your words."
"O Holy Light, all glory belongs to you."
"O Holy Light, all my prayers may you be in peace."
"Thank you for letting us bathe in light."
"Thank you for making our sincerity last forever..."
The ups and downs of the song slowly ended in a high-pitched high note. Yuna, who was constantly sobbing, finished singing this hymn in the ancient Ereda language. She sang intermittently. In some places, the intonation was not formed, or the tone was changed due to sobbing, but this
This hymn still seemed to make Tyrion feel at peace.
"So good...so good..."
Tyrion's eyes were already dark, and Yuna could only hear his last inaudible words:
"Okay, as you wish, then...die again."
And when Yuna lowered her head, what she saw was Tyrion completely covered in dark matter.
His face was printed on the black substance, with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips. It was a smile that Yuna rarely saw on Tyrion's face. It was full of gentleness and calmness, like
It's like the biggest sorrow in my heart has been relieved.
"Wow!"
Yuna could no longer bear the pain in her heart. She knelt down in front of Tyrion and cried loudly. The girl's sad cry spread far away. In this dark palace where everything was silent, the cry also caused the girl to cry.
A group of uninvited guests came.
Those were the last dozen or so Dementors, probably the last remnants of this borderless land. Their crawling sound made Yuna turn her head sharply, and the little girl's eyes shone like stars, filled with sadness.
And a deep-seated anger.
She grabbed the wand at hand, held it with both hands, pointed it at the dementors crawling over, and screamed:
"Don't come here! You are not allowed to get close to Tyrion! I want to protect my friends!"
"I don't allow it!!!"
In the girl's scream, the wand in her hand was turned on to maximum power for the first time. In Yuna's angry wave, the blue star thrown out from the top of the wand really made a whistling sound, like
It was like a real sharp arrow, piercing the head of the fastest Dementor in front of him.
In this extreme anger, Yuna herself did not notice that wisps of faint light emerged in her spirit body. Different from the faint blue light that the ghosts always had, this ray of light was a real golden...
Just like the purest holy light.
If this scene were seen by the believers of the Holy Light in Kalimdor, the faith in each believer's heart would probably be shattered in an instant.
Holy light, great holy light...how could it favor a ghostly little girl? How could it appear on...the body of the undead?
"biu!"
As the light of the last wand thrown by Yuna danced, the golden holy light had turned into substance, piercing through the clawed Dementor like a sharp sword and tearing its body into pieces.
This scene also made the sad Yuna's eyes widen. The confused girl raised her hands at this moment and saw the light shining in her hands.
"Oh Holy Light!"
Yuna screamed. The contact with Naru'adal in Shattrath City had made her very afraid of the energy of the Holy Light, but this time the Holy Light on her body did not hurt her. On the contrary
, and also made her feel wisps of warmth.
But this did not change the reality that the little girl was besieged. She shattered the body of a dementor, but there were more dementors crawling towards her.
Yuna clutched the wand in her hand tightly. She was a little scared in her heart. Although she always used to scare the dementors as a game when she was with Tyrion before, Tyrion could no longer protect her.
The dozen dementors in front of her looked like they were coming with bad intentions. Now, she could only rely on her own protection.
The little ghost looked back at Tyrion lying behind her. Her friend was unable to move now, so it was up to her to protect Tyrion.
When she thought of this, a burst of courage burst out in Yuna's heart. It seemed that she was inspired by courage, and the light wrapped around the little ghost's body became brighter.
"ah!"
Yuna watched the dementors crawling closer and closer. The little ghost summoned up her courage, let out a childish roar, and rushed forward with her wand raised. However, the moment she approached the dementors, a golden halo appeared.
The darkness above Yuna's head suddenly pierced open, like the sudden appearance of sunlight, shrouding the dozen Dementors.
Those dark guys were like snowmen thrown into the sun. One by one, they howled in pain and melted bit by bit.
Yuna was so frightened that she sat on the ground. The little ghost raised her head and looked at the warm light beam in front of her. There was a voice that seemed to be calling her to walk into it. Yuna shook her head vigorously, but the gentle voice was still there in her.
There was a sound in her heart, Yuna stood up, patted her clothes, and asked with some fear:
