The scenes in Aranza's eyes switched slowly and rapidly, and darkness spread like a tide, covering the surrounding trees. When the blackness came completely enough, the scenery that had just suppressed her breath no longer seemed so gloomy. Because the endless
Darkness will only give the person in its belly a single emotion, which is despair. And when Aranza tried to struggle, a pure white light spot quietly appeared in her eyes.
Aranza was delighted in her heart and quickened her pace towards the spot of light.
However, some things that seem to be hope often exist only to give you a deeper and more profound despair. A desperate distance - not running away and chasing, but knowing that it is still where it is, no matter what.
Even if you go over mountains and ridges, you can't shorten the distance. In fact, it is getting further and further away... but it never goes away, and you keep running.
As if his heart suddenly suffered a huge impact, Aranza suddenly felt extremely suffocated. He suddenly fell onto the dark ground, and Carew was no longer around.
The young man who had always longed to be strong and to protect his companions suddenly couldn't contain the helplessness surging in his heart.
He stretched out his hands and waved them randomly in mid-air, making an indistinct choking sound from his mouth.
No matter who you are, you will have a fragile side. It opens up in front of you without any warning, making you unable to accept it, and you can't even help but use filthy words to curse, just to vent the dissonance in your heart - it is like a beautiful dream
The contrast between ordinary existence and the shattered impression of the brain.
But at this moment, Aranza felt deeply helpless and lonely.
I don't know how long the futile struggle lasted before Aranza stood up swayingly.
His brain was not affected by many emotions and was still calculating, making him understand that his current location was in a completely independent space - there was nothing more desperate than this. Aranza remained silent, only her eyes
With so much darkness that cannot be erased, there will always be one or two moments in life when you are forced into a corner of nowhere, but you still need to stand up again. Before you have time to erase the scars in your heart, you have to continue to bear the next wave of devastation.
Aranza picked up the Silent Blade that fell on the ground and waved his hand seemingly casually. He tried to manipulate some of the surface rules he understood, but was unable to cause ripples in this space. Therefore, Aranza was sure that he was now in an independent rule.
In an independent space - in other words, he was imprisoned in the forest's origin for some reason, an origin that has been monopolized by dark rules.
If the original will does not let Aranza out, then he will never be able to leave here. Aranza seems to understand this and simply gives up the idea of wandering in an unchanging darkness. His current mood will not support him.
Where to go? So the young man sat down again. He didn't close his eyes and meditate, nor opened his mouth to curse. He just sat there, and then he was purely in a daze.
Time passed around him.
The flow speed of time is not the same between spaces. Even though the time difference between the Continent of Thorns and the Realm of Silence that Aranza has been to is very similar, there is still a subtle difference in flow speed. In Aranza’s knowledge, the only one with the same speed as the Continent of Thorns
An independent space with the same flow rate is Cecilia's deep blue realm, but it is a man-made space after all, and there is not much value to study the rules of time - the rules of time, alongside the rules of space, are the two basic rules of the world.
.
In any case, Aranza had lost track of time. He didn't know how many minutes or how many years his daze lasted.
Finally, when he couldn't help but feel a little tired, the darkness in front of him began to squirm slightly. The darkness squirmed in the darkness. In fact, it was still a colorless darkness, but for some reason, Aranza saw it, and it was still very dark.
Clear. They rushed to one place like a pool that had found an exit, and in a blink of an eye they formed a huge whirlpool, unfolding and expanding in front of Aranza. It was huge, but silent.
Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt stop, and the creeping darkness solidified at the center. Then, a touch of white color poked out from the solid point, but it was a woman's skin. A naked woman with an elegant and perfect body looked like she had emerged from the center.
Like an animal hatched from an egg shell, she broke out of the shell and appeared in front of Aranza.
She has a waterfall of jet-black hair that blends into the surrounding darkness.
Aranza surprisingly didn't react at all.
Even the unmistakable feminine beauty could not arouse his young blood, as if such a person did not exist in front of him. In fact, Aranza knew very well that this person did not exist. The so-called witch was not here.
Before his eyes, he was in her "body".
"You took me by surprise."
A voice rang in Aranza's ears. Now, Aranza was more sure that the woman in front of her was just a facade, and her existence was just to let Aranza know that she was there. She did not speak, but the ethereal voice was already lingering in her ears.
.
But for some reason, this strange appearance made Aranza feel strangely familiar - he didn't know how to describe this feeling. It wasn't familiarity that he had seen before, nor was it familiarity from dreams, it was just pure familiarity.
It is so pure that there is no basis for it.
"Who are you?"
Aranza spoke calmly, but his body remained motionless, looking completely decadent.
"The backside of this world."
Aranza was confused by the other party's answer, but even if she said so, that was the answer.
"Oh!"
Aranza laughed hard and had no more thoughts of speaking.
The expression was extremely lifelike with a frown, as if he was very distressed by Aranza's reaction, so the ethereal voice sounded in Aranza's ears again: "Duva, don't you want to know why you are here?"
Duva?!
This title made Aranza's whole body tremble! Only God would call him that!
Aranza stood up suddenly, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant. His expression was tense, and he was wary of his surroundings and said: "...Well, you called me Duwa?"
"That's the title you should have."
The other party's voice finally seemed emotionless at this moment, always unchanged and unable to be traced.
"Oh...?" Aranza laughed dryly and said, "Do you know what 'Duva' means?"
"The gods will tell you that it is the 'Man of Prophecy', and I will tell you that it means more than that. But... you can't know that yet."
"Appetizing..."
Aranza muttered as if talking to himself, but his brain calmly analyzed his conversation with "The Back of the World". At least for now, it seems that the other party is not hostile to him, which is the best. Secondly, the other party is not hostile to "The Backside of the World".
The understanding of "Duwa" seems to transcend the gods. There can only be one explanation, it is older than the gods.
"You change quickly."
Just like humans' usual way of changing topics, the ethereal voice returned to its initial feelings about Aranza.
Aranza knew what the sudden remark was directed at, but she answered truthfully without any concealment: "Well, that's why there is such a saying among humans - leisure makes people decadent - busy me and leisurely me, you just happen to be different.
Everyone has seen it.”
The voice was noncommittal about Aranza's answer. It seemed to be thinking, and there was an unbearable lull in the conversation. Finally, Aranza broke the deadlock and said, "Well, I think you don't mind if I ask you a few questions."
question."
"What do you want to know?"
"Why are you here?"
"Take refuge."
The other party's answer surprised Aranza. The young man thought deeply. It was obvious that Aranza was not able to intervene in the disputes at this level, but he still asked hesitantly: "Well, who should I avoid?
"
"You're not at the point where you understand this yet."
The other party's answer was as expected, so Aranza felt embarrassed, but just when he was about to ask the second question, the other party continued: "What I can tell you is... they want me.
body, but their identity prevents them from stepping into the dark rules to search for my traces, so... although I am hiding, it does not mean that they cannot get my body, or in other words, they can create another one.
Me, another 'backside of the world'."
"Why are you telling me this?"
Aranza realized clearly that he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.
"You have to stop them."
The ethereal voice finally had a slightly different tone, but it was a definite tone that could not be argued with.
At this time, Aranza suddenly realized that he could no longer ask the second question. The content just mentioned was probably enough for him to ponder for a long time.
"Well, can you let me go back?"
Aranza made her final request simply.
"Yes, but you must agree to one condition."
"As long as you walk out of the woods, you won't be able to hold me hostage... Well, if you believe me, I promise you."
When Aranza said this, although the other party did not answer immediately, in the temporary silence, he seemed to feel that the other party was caught in some kind of thoughts, thoughts rather than thinking, so Aranza waited patiently.
After a long time, the ethereal voice contained a hint of unexplained emotion and said: "I have always believed in you..."
Aranza secretly remembered this sentence in her mind, but did not immediately discern the possibilities contained in this sentence. Instead, she asked: "Well, what are the conditions?"
"Don't let any god know my position, no matter the original god or the living god. You can tilt your will to one of them, but don't trust it."
This request did not sound difficult to Aranza. In fact, he did not think that he would have many opportunities to contact the gods. However, in this request, Aranza heard something else - this "world's
"Backside", its years of existence are superior to those of the gods, even older than the Yuanting God, which is not recorded in history books, but it is always being hunted by the gods.
The original court god and the living god are enemies, and it is indeed their common enemy.
The appearance of the woman in front of Aranza had long since disappeared, and the surrounding darkness was receding little by little. Just when he was about to leave this original space, the ethereal voice sounded clearly in his ears again.