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The tower was an easily recognizable target, but as he navigated the streets, Ed's attention was drawn to the surrounding buildings, and he always unconsciously turned a fork in the road.

Regardless of the outcome, Ankelan and his followers were building such a city...... It was probably hoped that it would become a city of wonders, the beginning of a great legend.

It has towers that rise into the sky like the towering trees of Grivar, intricately designed aqueducts that wind through the streets like overgrown plants in the woods, and houses of varying heights stand quietly on both sides of the smooth streets, seemingly casual, but vaguely like following some wonderful melody...... As he looked up at the criss-crossed, unfinished stone bridges overhead, Ed even faintly saw a shadow of the light of the far north.

They share the same pride...... and high-spirited vitality.

He stood for a long time in an alley that stretched upwards, looking at an elf lying by the window in a daze. Not because of her beauty, but because of the firmness and calmness on her face, and the smile of longing on her lips.

It is the look that only a hopeful, calm and open soul can have.

These elves, who are called traitors and blasphemers, are they mistakenly believing a lie...... Or is it the legend about them, the real lie?

When he finally reached the bottom of the tower, Ed saw the elf standing at the bottom of the tower.

Norway...... Ankran, his blonde hair glistening in the sunlight from the past. He was still like the elven warrior Ed knew, wearing a gray-green shirt under half-worn leather armor, but he didn't have the sword at his waist. His chiseled face lacked expression, and he stood there straight, silent as a statue.

He looks like the city that once belonged to him...... Exists between the real and the unreal.

When he turned his head to look at Ed, it dawned on him that he wasn't just a phantom—he certainly wasn't.

"How did you find me?" he asked.

“...... I'm not sure if I found you, or if you found me. Ed spoke with frustration.

"Don't get me wrong. Ancrane retracted his gaze, as if he had lost interest in him, "I do wait here...... But it's not waiting for you. ”

“...... Wayfinding. Edllio scratched his chin in embarrassment, "I used pathfinding...... Sort of. ”

It was a simple spell—a spell that he had changed beyond recognition.

Ankelan didn't look at him, but seemed to smile slightly, which made him more like Norvi...... But that little smile didn't reach his eyes.

His eyes were like a summer weeping forest, green to the extreme, but as still as stagnant water.

"You have the power of God," he said, "and you use it like a whisperer." ”

His tone was flat. Ed couldn't tell if it was praise or reproach.

Then the elf stopped speaking, but just stood there quietly, as he said, waiting.

“...... Who are you waiting for?" Ed couldn't help but break the silence.

"An old friend. Ankeland didn't ignore him.

Ed silently thought about who else he could call an "old friend...... Then I couldn't help but shudder because of my own guess.

That's impossible...... He thought.

"What the hell is going on here?" he pulled himself together and tried to continue the conversation.

"I thought you'd heard. Ankelan calmly replied, "They say it's God's punishment." ”

“...... Is that true?"

“...... No. Anclan looked up at the top of the tower, "It's just ...... A mistake. ”

There was not a hint of emotion in his voice, as if he were merely telling someone else's story: "I lied to it, it lied to me - that's all." ”

Nothing more...... This understatement ignited a faint anger in Ed's heart. Countless broken souls in this dead land...... Is it just worth one "just"?

But before he could speak, a wave of fear slammed into his heart like a hammer.

Ed's eyes darkened. The sudden fear reminded him of the first time he heard the dragon's roar...... And the fear was nowhere near as strong then.

...... That's impossible!

He clenched his cane, resisting the urge to flee and followed Ankland's gaze to the sky.

The blue sky is unusually clear. However, above the endless blue, a dark shadow quickly spread, like a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, almost all the light was swallowed.

Ed tilted his head back in a daze, unable to move.

He saw a golden-red flame burning in the darkness...... He saw a flaming dragon roar silently, its wings outstretched, and the sky was set on fire.

Ed instinctively raised his staff like a warrior raising his own shield, knowing full well that no metal could withstand the flames of a fiery dragon.

He could almost feel the burning of his blood, and he shivered in extreme fear. He staggered uncontrollably backwards as the dragon slammed down in front of him, stumbling and nearly tripping over his own feet.

He wasn't going to spit on his cowardice, even if he realized that the dragon couldn't actually hurt him—its wings were pressed down and he was unscathed, not even a single strand of his hair was blown.

It's just a shadow, like the city...... He still thinks it's nice that he's still standing here.

This dragon is too big...... Much larger than Is, and even a few laps larger than the Silver Fang. Ed had heard that the Flame Dragon was the largest of all dragons, but he didn't expect it to be this big...... And that overwhelming momentum even made him feel the urge to kneel on the ground.

He stepped back and back, looking in awe at the creature called Calamity and Destruction, his teeth chattering in fear, but he couldn't take his eyes off it for a moment. It has four horns, the long two are slightly curved at the end and are shaped like a scimitar, and the short two are long on the inside of the head and are as sharp as a spear. Its golden eyes seemed to burn with eternal flames, its brilliant scales seemed to be soaked in blood and forged by fire, glowing with a dark red glimmer that no metal or gemstone could match, and it was not as graceful as the ice dragon's graceful but thicker neck muscles, strong and powerful, and its broad back was slightly bulging like a mountain...... It's hard to imagine anyone riding on it without falling off.

Ed glanced at Ankelan unconsciously, and another subtle respect rose in his heart.

Ankran's move was completely unexpected.

The elf held out his hands and gripped a greatsword. The giant sword flickered and emerged from the void, and the dark sword body was simple and simple.

That's the Sword of Acton.

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