Oveira's body was shaking, she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her. She opened her mouth to say something, but a huge sadness choked her throat and oppressed her heart, so that she couldn't say a word.
Come out. And the dark torrent will not give her any room to stop and think. It will continue to carry her small shadow, sweeping back, like chasing an invisible river upward, rushing towards the end of the world. Maybe it is also a story.
Starting position.
The screen flickered, and a black land appeared in the sight, surrounded by a dark aura of death, rising and falling like a floating ocean. In the center of this dead world, stood an ancient and majestic giant tree, with each root
The gloomy and heavy branches extend toward the sky like pale bones, twisting and twisting, exuding an aura of decay, death and sadness.
On the surface of the rough and mottled trunk of this gray-white dead tree, the ferocious bones left by the years gradually distorted into an ugly face, with scarlet flames burning in the eyes, but the eyes looking at the princess did not have the previous resentment.
and anger, only retaining the most helpless sigh. The ugly and ferocious skeletal beast surrounded the twisted branches, swimming in the depths of the mist, looming, and making a roaring sound when its huge tail swept across the tree trunk.
The girl with a slender outline is holding her lamb, and the other hand is wrapped with a sacred golden chain. At this time, it has extended to infinite length, as if to surround the entire world, weaving a web covering the world.
The giant web of destiny provides every thread of guidance for the princess waiting for counterattack.
However, from a higher place outside the void, a calm voice came: "Worthless."
The scene solidified again, all the past and even the future time were frozen at the current node, and the darkness that even fate could not overcome swallowed up all the light. The old withered bone trees turned into an illusory background, and the giant beasts swimming in the mist formed a pile of skeletons.
Up the steps, the sacred giant snake that measured the length of the world with its body gradually melted and disappeared... The girl who controlled the giant snake raised her head and stared deeply into Yuwai's cold eyes, without looking back at Oveira.
He opened his mouth and said something silently.
She said, "It's destiny, but you also need to be careful."
After saying that, she gently stroked the lamb's head, and both her and its shadow began to shatter and were swallowed up in the torrent of death. Olvera saw one of the fragments fall into her eyes, burning the scattered star clusters.
Stinging, she suddenly felt that a large piece of her heart was empty, and the dull pain of the wound made her confused.
The torrent rolled back again, and Ovela was unable to resist, or could no longer resist. She watched the scenes flicker around her and then disappear, as if the memories of the past had turned into a black and white illustration in a book, deliberately
Stretched and lost. When the scene returned to calm, she found that she was standing under a sea of twinkling stars, and the stars in the sky were like eyes, watching her every move.
The dark magician stood among the ruins of the collapsed tower, with a hideous wound torn on his abdomen. His blood was coagulated, and tiny electric arcs were jumping and flashing. Through the wound, he could see the cold world endlessly moving towards him.
She expands forward, chasing the distance that even the wind can't touch. She has a mother's face, and the eyes looking at her are full of love and regret.
This look once reminded Olvera of her mother, so she vaguely overlapped with the figure in front of her. However, the sea of stars seemed to be sinking faster than the speed of her thoughts and memories, and every star became brighter and brighter in her eyes.
, gnawing away at the aching wound deep in the heart. The phantom of the young man stood beside Olvera, holding the holy book in his hand, chanting magic, and fighting for her against the evil spirits of the fallen.
Someone outside the sky said calmly: "It's meaningless."
Then the breath of magic suddenly stopped, and everything in the world fell into silence. The dark magician blended into the miserable background, and the sea of stars hung at the closest distance to the sight, so close that it seemed that you could reach out and touch it. The phantom of the young man began to turn into
When the starlight dissipated, he stopped chanting magic and looked down at his fingertips, palms and even arms. They all dissipated into bright stardust, which seemed irreversible, and said softly——
"I just feel the same way."
Olvera's body trembled and she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could reply, she was swept away by the torrent and involuntarily fell into the whirlpool. Her eyes seemed to be following an inverted hourglass, and she saw a familiar scene: the bright moonlight, the bright flames.
, the ancient fighting arena, the torn chasm, the twelve majestic stone pillars rising up, and the silver giant wolf at the top of the stone pillars, who was looking at him with inexplicable sadness. He once tried to tell the princess of Bayman what courage is.
, but all the things that have been taught seem to lose their meaning in the face of an irresistible will.
A familiar figure stood in front of Olvera, raising the blue holy sword with both hands, wanting to use his actual actions to explain the true meaning of courage to her. However, it was the same voice again, as empty as
In countless worlds and countless times, the echo echoed at the same time: "Useless."
"Don't..."
The princess murmured, already aware of what was going to happen next, and finally stretched out her hand to try to stay, but it was in vain. Her thin whisper was no more noisy than the sound of the torrent devouring it. Suddenly, a crystal-like flame ignited and was drowned.
After seeing the man's back, Olvera could only see the other person turning his head in the raging flames. He seemed to be grinning and said silently: "It's not time to admit defeat yet, Olvera."
Everything was burned to ashes in the flames. The shadows of the wolf, the arena, and the giant pillars melted into black fly ash, withered and scattered like snow. It seemed that a spark escaped the shackles of the flames and slowly but firmly fell to the floor.
above, lighting up those cold and dead stone bricks.
Olivia raised her head blankly and saw her bed, as well as countless burning candles, shining like stars in the sky. She realized that she had returned to the original room, as if she had never
I have left. My thoughts flickered to summon the Holy Sword, Holy Scripture, Holy Lock or Holy Staff, but I did not get any response. My mind was empty, as if many important things were missing.
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[Dark Restart·Rewind: The world is floating, memories are flowing, and those experiences may be just a dream.]
"There is no reason to fight anymore."
A figure appeared at the door, with long black hair hanging down to her ankles, and a floating skirt like a blooming flower. She walked forward slowly, leaned over and stared at the absent-minded figure sitting beside the bed with a calm but profound gaze.
Princess: "The reason has disappeared, then fighting is equivalent to emptiness; an empty life is meaningless, and waiting patiently is the right choice. So——"
She suddenly reached out her hand, gently touched her cheek, and lowered her voice and said: "Just wait here, Olvera."
"The things you already have will be possessed again one day; the emotions you have experienced will be experienced again one day. But not yesterday, nor today. When our great deeds are completed, you will get everything you want.
, until then, I will come again..."
She stopped and did not continue. It seemed that she also felt that she should not give too far a promise, so she stopped what she had not said and stood up. She saw that Olvera was still lost and lost.
Looking like that, she shook her head, turned around and wanted to leave. At this moment, her trembling and distressing voice suddenly came from behind: "But...but..."
"What if I can only, can only accept...what about today?"
She stopped where she was without looking back. She was silent for a while before replying: "Then, I'm sorry."
I can only apologize.
She took a step and disappeared outside the door of the room.
The next moment, he reappeared at the bottom of the castle. In the dark world, the cold and mottled moonlight was scattered in pieces, as dark as death; images were still frozen in the night sky, and they described the story of a certain girl here.
A story about fighting hard and trying to control one's own destiny, but unfortunately it is not a realistic story.
The girl's back suddenly trembled for a while, and then she slowly raised her head and stared at everything in front of her with the same blank gaze as Olvera before. After a while, she seemed to understand something and squatted helplessly.
Lower body, holding her knees with both hands, she buried her head in the dark world. Her expression could not be seen, and she could only hear the painful and guilty voice coming continuously: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm really, really... I'm sorry.
..."
It’s the same apology, but it seems to have a different meaning.
……
In the cold room, Carabosse slowly opened her eyes and saw the ceiling with boring colors. The square patterns of the same shape extended forward endlessly until they were beyond the edge of her sight. She stared at it for a long time, and the corners of her mouth softened.
Slowly outline a arc of self-deprecation.
"I am not a qualified creator, let alone a qualified sister."
"And, at least for a long time."
"It can't be the case anymore."
A faint sigh echoed in the room and lingered for a long time.