Ed reacted immediately - it was impossible for a dragon to go to hell, whether it was dead or alive......

But why?

When another bunch of questions popped up in his mind in an instant, the "brainless bedbugs" who had just strangled a demon he couldn't even see clearly and didn't even leave a single wreckage had fallen back leisurely, and their tiny bodies were not stained with a single trace of blood, still exuding a white light, and they were almost holy.

They fluttered to their own hands for a while, and after still getting no response, at last they seemed to lose interest in them, and floated back lazily back to the bones, covered silently like sand, and in the blink of an eye, as if they were merged into the keel, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

Ed's gaze involuntarily followed them. Perhaps the skeleton of the dragon, which had been dead for an unknown number of years, was long gone, and the form in front of it was purely a collection of scythes of light......

"Emerge from the corpse of the gods...... But this is a dragon...... Heleno?? Flowing Fire, the Elven Elder can control the Scythe of Light, and she has the bone dice in her hands...... It's in his hands now.

Did she actually use this to control the Scythe of Light? What kind of bone was it?...... "The 'Creator's Dice' was created from the remains of the old gods and the first specimens of dust from the birth of each world"—that's what Sachses said?...... Old Gods...... How is that possible? Of course it can't be...... Or, perhaps, the "mote" part?......

His heart was beating suddenly, so fast and heavy that each blow seemed to come out of his chest, and even his head was beating and aching terribly.

He could no longer turn a blind eye to a possibility, even if it would upend all his perceptions...... Although it was even less likely than he dared to suspect.

"Do you think it's possible......" he said with difficulty, "you actually succeeded? Perhaps, you actually succeeded in the first place?"

The ice dragon glared at him inexplicably: "...... What?"

Ed didn't answer—he didn't know what he was talking about.

Before he knew it, he had already held the dice in the palm of his hand, and even wiped the corner of his shirt with guilt and trepidation because of the sweat staining it, lest it be defiled with it. He had never forgotten that it existed, and even though it had been silent, he didn't really want it so much that he pretended he had forgotten about it......

He didn't even think about where that instinctive fear came from.

No, even if he thought about it then...... How could he have imagined that?

“...... What are you doing?"

The ice dragon watched his strange behavior worriedly, wondering if something was really wrong with his brain.

"You...... Can you tell if there is a piece of this dragon's bone missing?" Ed looked blank and replied.

“...... How big is it?" replied the ice dragon suspiciously, cautiously.

"Probably...... So big?" Ed raised his hand, the small dice in his hand were inconspicuous, yellowish and mottled, very different from the almost snow-white keel in front of him against the black rocks.

For a while, it just lay there quietly, as if it were just a normal dice. Ed felt that it was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he could hardly hold it up, and it seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, as if it would disappear with a gust of wind. It was hot as a piece of red-hot iron, and as cold as a scorching block of ice.

It responded to him.

When he turned a blind eye, it was silent. When he realized that it was unusual...... When he had to look at it for what it really was, it revealed its true face before his eyes. Its old yellowed surface disappears like an illusion, and what lies beneath it is pure white like fresh snow that will not be changed by time.

Ed couldn't move. It was as if countless thin threads poked out of the dice, gently but irresistibly wound around his heart...... above his soul.

He can break free, he can refuse...... But they need answers.

He couldn't go back any longer.

“...... Good. He said.

“...... Ed!" the ice dragon roared warily and angrily, "What did you promise?!Can you ......?"

It slapped it down in a rage, trying to slap the damn dice, even forgetting that it was a dragon and not a man, and that this claw could break Ed's hand.

By the time it remembered, its claws had touched Ed's hand, and a slight crunch scared it back into its stomach before it could speak.

It won't ...... Really broke something, right?

Ed stared at his palms with his head down, but didn't move.

Suddenly there was wind in the stagnant air, and the wind that spread out from his hand, like someone's breath, began again after a long silence, and between exhaling and inhaling, he exhaled and exhaled a faint sigh.

The sound did not fade away with the wind, but instead stirred up a wave-like echo between the rocks, from near to far, from far to near, wave after wave of ups and downs, and came continuously, as if it were a substance, and it seemed to be able to lift them thousands of miles away in an instant.

Once again, the ice dragon's tail was firmly wrapped around Ed's waist, and its angry voice was barely audible in the echoes that grew so large that it filled the heavens and the earth: "Can you ...... before you are stupid First...... Say hi......"

Ed, however, stood very firm. He wouldn't have been swept away even without the help of the ice dragon, he seemed to be standing in the eye of a hurricane, the center of the whirlpool, and not even a single strand of hair had been moved. The dice in his palm had broken a thin crack, and the light that flickered out was as soft as the morning light, revealing a slight blue, like the eyes of a newborn baby, and like an eternal glacier on the peaks of the far north.

The scythe of light flew again at some point. The small, but innumerable points of light swirled rapidly above the bones and black rocks, rejoicing as if celebrating some great festival, and the brilliant light illuminated the surroundings as if it were day. As a huge shadow spread its wings in the light, Ed looked up in a daze, but the ice dragon trembled uncontrollably, straining with all his might to maintain a standing position instead of crouching in fear.

It can be afraid, but it will never surrender, no matter what it is facing.

On top of the Bone Mountain, a giant dragon stretched its body leisurely, almost obscuring the entire sky. Its shimmering scales resembled translucent gemstones, making them look like starlight, its slightly curved horns resembling a giant scimitar made of mythril, and the tip of its long tail was not the shape of a sharp trident in white bones, but a tail shaped like a leaf

It bowed its head slightly. The supreme power gave it a majesty that was difficult to look at, but its expression was only as calm as an elder and as curious as a child.