Leigh Nora's tone was indifferent and calm, as if she had already planned all the ending scenarios for her destiny many years ago - whether it was eternal nightmare or eternal exile, it was nothing more than
It was just a part of her planned future that was bound to happen.
Just as Duncan thought, the Frost Queen had never prepared for her "resurrection" - returning to the world was not part of her plan from the beginning.
But this generous attitude made Duncan feel strange.
"Are you really willing to give everything for Frost? Even more than your life?" He turned his head and looked into Le Nora's eyes curiously, "You have lived in a cage under the church for more than ten years.
You were not treated as a human being until you were two years old. You were monitored, shackled, and tested. Every thought you had and every word you spoke in your sleep were repeatedly analyzed as the possibility of betraying humanity. You did everything you could.
In the end, she was still dubbed the 'Mad Queen' and pushed to the guillotine... I don't want to judge anyone from a dark perspective, but at least logically, I am deeply surprised by your decision."
Leigh Nora fell silent. She leaned on her bed and looked up at the gauze curtain. It seemed that her thoughts had spread far and wide. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly smiled and shook her head: "Yes.
Ah...why should I do this..."
She turned her head and looked into Duncan's eyes quietly.
"You know, they could have burned me to death - very early on, on the day I first woke up from a nightmare, before I learned to say 'dad' and 'mum', before I realized
Before I became a human being... Captain, maybe my statement made you misunderstand something. You think I should resent that cold city, but in fact... it was that city that tried its best to keep me alive.
"From a broader perspective, our delicate and fragile 'civilized world' is doing its best to keep everyone alive - including natural psykers like me, even if they have to use chains,
They had to use an iron cage and lock me in a dungeon for ten years. They never expected me to die in that cold place... They expected me to come back as a human being.
"I don't resent anyone, Captain, they didn't treat me cruelly - because the world treats everyone cruelly, and everyone just does the best they can."
The former Frost Queen sighed softly, then slowly stood up and stepped out of her cage-like bed - the only bed compared to the ten years she spent in the cathedral crypt.
The difference may just be that there is a missing railing.
She strolled to the end of the room, came to Duncan, and looked out at the chaotic and dark deep sea.
"My parents and the people in the church are trying their best to keep me alive. My supporters and I are trying our best to make the city-state safe. The Winston consul and his predecessors are trying their best to complete my unfinished business.
The work can be completed - but in many cases, trying your best does not necessarily mean success, and failure will naturally have the price of failure."
She slowly raised her arm and pointed at the huge tentacle in the darkness.
"Even the ancient gods are facing failure, aren't they?"
"...If your theory is correct, then there will inevitably be new erroneous copies that will emerge and wake up from earthly creations," Duncan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Destroying the erroneous copies here will not solve the entire world.
fundamental.”
"There will be others who will 'try their best'," Le Nora said calmly, turning to look at Duncan, "What about you? Will you take action?"
Duncan was silent. After a moment, he broke the silence softly: "Do your best."
"That's enough," Leigh Nora laughed, "Then let's do it. I've been sleeping for too long, and now it's time to wake up from this nightmare... and it's also time to free 'him'."
There was urging in her tone, as if she couldn't wait any longer.
Duncan hesitated for a long time and finally nodded silently.
The next second, a cluster of green flames suddenly appeared around him. The flames rotated and expanded, gradually transforming into a whirlpool-like door.
He walked towards the door, and at this moment, Le Nora's expression suddenly changed slightly.
She stared blankly at the rising green flames, as if looking at a long and hazy memory, then suddenly turned her head and looked at Duncan who was about to cross the door: "Is it you?!"
Duncan stopped. After a brief confusion, he finally realized why the Frost Queen behaved like this.
"I think this shouldn't pollute history," he said, turning his face slightly as he was about to enter the door, "What do you think?"
"So it's like this...It turns out that's like this..." Leigh Nora murmured to herself, the expression on her face changed rapidly several times, as if many things that had been bothering her for many years became clear in an instant, and then, as if something
A glimmer of light gradually appeared in her eyes, and for the first time she showed a truly bright expression from the bottom of her heart. She raised her head and looked at Duncan, waving her hands like she was saying goodbye to an old friend many years ago, "You can go, don't worry.
Doing, I think... we're making the right call."
Duncan took one last deep look at the Frost Queen and said nothing more. Instead, he took a step forward and stepped into the rotating door of flames.
Leigh Nora stood there quietly, watching the figure disappear into the room.
Just like many, many years ago, that knowledgeable and kind old man disappeared in the morning light.
She slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around, and stood at the fragmented end of the room, looking at the stagnant ancient god's tentacles, looking at her nightmares of the past half century, as well as all her fate and responsibilities.
Wisps of green fire emerged from the dark abyss over there. It was like a tiny firefly at first, but in an instant it expanded rapidly and became stronger, and began to spread towards the entire "pillar" and spread.
.
A slight tremor appeared under the feet, which quickly grew stronger over time.
The mansion is shaking, the power supporting this dream is fading, the "connection point" between the "drifting place" and the outside world is rapidly disintegrating and disappearing, and the darkness outside the room seems to suddenly surge up, with countless layers.
The layers of ripples and light and shadow expanded crazily, then retreated in the darkness, and the "Ancient God's Tentacle" began to change in the sudden imbalance of light and shadow - it seemed to bend, with a hazy structure emerging from it.
The top extends, grows, and crosses the uncertain boundary between reality and reality, hanging down toward this fragmented room, approaching.
Leigh Nora just stood quietly in front of this horrifying scene, watching the illusory, newly born tiny tentacles continue to bend and extend towards herself, watching it finally reach the invisible boundary,
The black "flesh" adheres to and spreads out on the surface of the invisible barrier.
Leigh Nora slowly stretched out her hand and placed her palm on the fleshy surface that was filled with swelling and shrinking. Through the barrier of dreams, she felt everything he conveyed - confusion, nervousness, uneasiness, and a little regret.
"Yes... I know, you don't want to appear in this world... It will be over soon, just think of it as a dream, and you will return to where you should be...
"I will leave too. Soon, when the anchor rope is disconnected, it will be time to break away... I may go to a very far place, and I may never have a next destination. Even if my calculation is correct, this
It will probably be an unimaginably long journey...so if there is scenery to see, I will enjoy it."
The silent communication continued in the dream. In the last moment before waking up from the dream, Leigh Nora suddenly became sentimental.
"We have been together for so long, and I have never asked your name." She stared at the tentacle outside the boundary of the dream, feeling the chaotic and broken information transmitted by the other party - most of which could not even be called
It is a complete "thinking", but more like the fragments of inspiration that accidentally burst out from a broken soul during difficult thinking. However, in half a century of getting along with her, she has already become accustomed to how to "talk" to this broken will.
"Of course, I know the title of Holy Lord Yousu, and I also know that you have other names... but that is not your name...
"Do you have a name? Whether it's yours or your 'body'...it's nothing, I'm just curious suddenly."
Amidst the chaos of noises and murmurs, a particularly clear thought suddenly came through.
Leigh Nora listened quietly, just like when she was a child, between those cold railings and shackles, listening to the vague whispers from the depths of the ocean tide - a name that seemed to emerge from her mind half asleep and half awake.
mind.
A smile slowly appeared on her lips: "LH-01...ah, what a strange name...Pilot One? Is this your original name?"
"Okay, I remember, nice to meet you, Pilot One, then... farewell, good morning."
A raging flame like a tsunami spread from the depths of darkness and swallowed up the tentacle that was touching the "drifting place" in the blink of an eye. As the flames burned, the erroneous copy of the ancient god returned to dust, and the earth returned to earth.
The blazing flame even briefly eroded the barrier at the boundary of the dream. Under Le Nora's feet, in the air around her, and at the edge of the room, strange but brilliant fireworks bloomed.
Leigh Nora looked at the jumping spiritual fires curiously and stretched out her hand to touch their edges.
Warm fire dissipated in her fingertips.
In the dark and cold deep sea, the sudden rise of ghost flames illuminated the entire sea area almost like a coronal ejecta, illuminating the dark floating island floating in the deep sea and illuminating those floating in the dark water body.
, the empty skeletons of humanoid bodies like a swarm of bees.
Duncan floated quietly on the edge of the dark floating island, watching the spiritual flame that he had ignited burning violently. Its momentum even made him, the "arsonist," feel a deep shock.