Edna ran from floor to floor, pushing open the door of every room and remembering each room deeply in her heart. She even had to touch the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows with her own hands.
The comfortable sofas and beautiful side cabinets in the long corridor.
Beautiful oil paintings...each one represents her dream.
She once held so many beautiful fantasies about her future, and they were all condensed here.
She knew she would never lose sight again...but those were no longer her real eyes.
No matter how reluctant you are to give up, time is not forgiving.
Edna, who was running wildly, finally stopped. She looked at the oval arch wrapped with white rose vines in front of her, took a deep breath, and quietly walked into the one at the top of the castle that was full of purple cyclamen.
Open air garden.
This is Edna's own little world of solitude, and only people she approves can enter.
She doesn't need to consider other people's feelings at all... So, there are only boundless, deep and light purples surrounding her, and naturally there is no blue and white of the magic network.
A drop of water slowly appeared in the corner of Edna's eyes... However, the drop of water quickly condensed into a gem.
She doesn't even have the right to cry now...
Holding the crystal clear tear jewel in her hand, Edna turned to look at the 'elderly Sanda King' who was following her silently.
However, before she could speak, she was forcefully pulled by the 'Old Sanda King' to the outermost terrace of the garden.
At this moment, countless flowers suddenly bloomed in the dark sky.
"Look! What beautiful fireworks are in our sky~ As long as you see the fireworks, don't think about those troublesome things before leaving." The 'Old Sanda King' pointed at the fireworks that suddenly exploded all over the sky and smiled at her,
"Life is like fireworks, colorful, short-lived and eternal.
What is short is the time we spend together... Even if we are brothers, sisters, parents and children, they are only partners for a period of life.
As for everlasting love, it is indeed very precious, but I will wish you happiness, but I will not say anything about hoping that you will get it.
For some people, love is very important.
But sometimes, there are always people who feel that their happy life does not need the embellishment of love.
Therefore, Edna, in our world, I only wish you to live as you please, to be able to catch love when it comes, and to give up freely if you can't keep it.
But memory is permanent and happy memories will never be forgotten.
So don’t be sad, live happily every day from now on~”
Edna nodded slightly and showed her most beautiful smile under the fireworks in the sky.
She looked up at the fireworks display that completely flooded the sky.
Edna knew very well why the undead did what they did.
The happy birthday song was a blessing to her, but the fireworks were to help her stay in Toril for the last period of time, so that she wouldn't have to be affected by everything outside.
Everyone understands that every movement on the battlefield in the starry sky is an urging for the new goddess of magic.
She didn't appear when Heim blew himself up... which actually surprised many gods.
Heim's death is indeed inevitable.
But as Mystra's successor, normally she would have watched the end of this patron saint who had influenced three generations of magic goddesses.
The gods of Toril have always valued this inexplicable sense of ritual.
But Edna didn't show up.
Compared with such boring things, she felt that her castle was more important... If there was anything that could really delay her, it would have to be the news that Heim was hanging out with Cyric again.
Edna felt that in the future, she would have to learn the powerful divine power of those three people squatting in Hill Castle and never letting go of any fun.
She even had the illusion that only with such powerful divine power could she live long in a ghost place like Toril.
Ha~ maybe it’s not an illusion.
Edna blinked, bent down slightly, grabbed the hand of the 'Old Sanda King', and gently placed the gem in her palm.
As if feeling the owner's thoughts, the tear-jeweled stone slowly sank into the palm of the female priest's hand...and finally emerged gently in the middle of the forehead of the 'old Sanda King'.
Edna laughed: "Ah...as expected, I am a very cunning person!
I just want to exist in the heart and eyebrows of Sister Sanda Wang."
The 'Old Sanda King' touched his forehead with the other hand: "Ah... is this the blessing of the goddess of magic?"
"Edna." Edna said softly, "In front of you, there is only Edna."
The melodious bells rang in my ears, and the bell tower hidden in the port of the town sounded the arrival of 12 o'clock at midnight.
It also struck a chord in Edna's heart.
The call of the magic net became deeper and deeper, and the hourglass that was constantly passing by her ears finally dropped the last drop of sand.
Time is really ruthless, and there is no turning back at all.
"Ah..." Edna smiled hard, "I really don't want to leave!
I have only been looking at the beautiful and cute Sanda Wang sister with twin ponytails for a while!
In Chult, when I first saw it, I... almost cried!
I really...don’t want to leave..."
Alvia rushed into the sky and flew around the castle together with Alausato, who arrived at some unknown time.
"Don't forget me!" Edna suddenly shouted as she slowly dissipated in the blue-white flames, "Even if you don't come to Toril anymore, don't forget me!"
The ‘Old Sanda King’ clenched his fists and lowered his head helplessly.
Edna's huge reflection appeared in the sky. At her feet was Toril's most famous white dragon queen. Behind her, soaring the ancient white dragon Alausato and a looming ghost silver dragon.
"I, the goddess of magic Edna, inherit the will of the previous goddesses of magic, and in the name of Mystra, I protect the magic network and protect Toril."
The ghost dragon fell rapidly and rushed towards the Cyclamen Castle, its body burning with blue flames.
As she crashed into the spire on the right side of the castle, blue-white flames began to shine from the sky towards the hidden town, still so dazzling in the light and shadow of the fireworks.
The 'elderly Sanda King' with his head lowered was surprised to see a ball of blue-white flames whizzing towards her, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The flames that hit the terrace burst into flames.
A beautiful little face slowly emerged from it. After struggling fiercely for a while, it slowly walked out.
"Edna?" The 'Senior Sanda King' looked at the little girl who was 12 years old again with a confused expression.
"Ah..." Edna ran over briskly and hugged the 'elderly Sanda King' who was half a head shorter than herself, "Hey~ I didn't expect to succeed!
I thought I couldn’t separate out this soul before entering the Garden of Joseph!
Fortunately, it worked.
This is Edna, the mayor of Hidden Town~
Although I can only live in Cyclamen Castle, according to the agreement, the Hidden Town is still mine!"
"Wait a moment! Let me go!" The 'Old Sanda King' finally realized what happened and became furious instantly, "Edna! You bad boy! Give me back my sentimentality!"
"No~" Edna hugged Sanda King tightly and said in a very serious tone, "Look, for Edna, even though it is still Edna who is holding you, she is no longer herself.
!
Edna, you are such a selfish person who even wants to be jealous of yourself!
Even though she is holding a magic sword and slashing Dandel, she is actually looking at this side and getting angry!"
The ‘Old Sanda King’ couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with these gods.
But at this moment, she was very sure that even if one day she no longer came to this ghost place of Toril, she would never forget Edna, this evil little bastard!
She really almost cried just now!
Hill did not stay at Cyclamen Castle.
After watching Edna ascend into the starry sky, he took the Pulvi directly back to his floating castle.
But what surprised him was that Shar, Selene and Lansander were still watching the giant screen.
Then he quickly reacted: "Is Demogorgon still there?"
"Better! Manx is back." Lansander quickly replied, "He rushed directly to that dimension with great momentum and was beating up the two-headed bug."
"Huh?" Hill quickly returned to his old position and looked at the giant screen with sharp eyes, "Where's Savras?"
"It probably went into Manx's stomach." Shar answered softly.
"What...what?" Hill asked suspiciously.
If the God of Prophecy in Toril was devoured by the Lord of Demons, why can you be so calm?
"No need to be so surprised." Selune said leisurely, "Look, if he continues to be his devil master, then AO will naturally have nothing to do.
But he swallowed the power that belonged to Toril... The fragments of the Tablet of Destiny in Savras's soul were not fake.
That big devil, at least until he pulls out the soul fragment, can only be considered a harmless creature in front of AO."
"Can you... not be so disgusting?" Shar turned to look at her sister, "Do you love Rose that much?"
"No... I think this is a derogatory topic, can we go around it?" Ransander couldn't help but say, "Look at Manx's flexible little feet! He kicked so accurately that he hit both heads directly.
middle!"
"Devils... they should all have athlete's foot, right? It's also very smelly." Selune added inexplicably.
Hill helplessly looked at the Silver Moon girl who couldn't break away from that weird train of thought... What she was talking about should be the breath of hell.
Lansendre glanced at Selûne desperately, completely unable to understand how someone could find it disgusting on their own... Normally, shouldn't you be disgusting with others to entertain yourself?
Shar's voice contained suppressed anger: "Selene, shake the water from your head!"
"Ah..." Hill interrupted lightly, "How is the fight with the new Magic Goddess going?"
"What else can I do?" Selune spread her hands, "Dendel will turn into snake soup soon~"