Ed Singal happily set out on his way home again. When they parted, Norway asked him to "be careful on the road", and Ed vaguely felt that it was not a simple blessing, but he didn't take it to heart. Moreover, there were no accidents along the way.

However, as soon as Vala returned home, he began to get sick. Her body is not very good, the long journey consumes too much physical strength, and a little cool breeze with autumn can make her fall. River went to Neo, a seaside city more distant than Ston Butch. Ed discovers that he must begin to learn to take care of the castle while taking care of his mother. Naria occasionally came to visit him to make some tasty snacks for Vala, but Isis never showed up once.

"You know, he sometimes falls asleep suddenly for no apparent reason, and it's been a bit worse lately than before, and he doesn't want to scare you. Naria told him.

When his mother's illness was healed and River returned to the castle from the south, Ed was finally able to go to play with Is. He'd have to tell Iz that he's made a new friend, an elf! and the silver coin, and maybe he can help Norway ask Isn the one he got from......

The door to Delian's house was open, but no one was there.

That's not very strange, Narya often goes to the village tavern to help, and when Eren is not home, she takes Isis with her. People in the village often go out without closing their doors.

He turned around and went to the tavern, only to find black smoke billowing from the Ekwood Forest on the way, and someone shouting as he ran, "It's on fire!"

It was autumn, and the dry forest could easily start a fire, and the experienced villagers began to organize themselves to fight the fire, and Ed involuntarily ran with the people.

He saw Naria in the crowd, her hair ruffled and seemed ready to help, but Iss wasn't there.

"Where's Is?" he asked her.

"He's at home. Narya replied, "Oh, you'd better go and tell him not to come, for Eren won't be happy if he burns his hair." ”

Ed began to have a strange feeling. A kind of panic and uneasiness for no reason, like cold water, overflowed little by little.

He ran into the forest with the people, but he didn't know what to do with the fire, he choked in the black smoke, and when he realized that he was actually only getting in the way of the others, he fled to the side.

The forest was unusually quiet when there was no fire, and the animals, like him, had fled far away. As he was frustrated by his incompetence, he suddenly heard the sound of rustling behind him.

Turning around, he saw a familiar figure.

"Is!" he cried out in delight.

But his friends didn't seem to hear him at all.

Is's clothes were in tatters from the fire, but his bare body glowed a strange, shiny silver-white. He walked in the other direction without looking back, his steps fast but with a strange heaviness.

Ed chased after his friend's name, fearing that he was burned and swoken by smoke. But when he grabbed Is's arm, the tentacles were not soft skin, but something as cold, smooth and hard as metal.

Scales?

Ed looked at the silver patches under his fingers in confusion. Looking up, a pair of golden eyes were staring coldly at his familiar, elven-like face.

It's not the first time I've heard that strange language.

It occasionally appeared in his sleep, low and majestic. It was like some kind of summoning, coming from a distant time and space, trying to awaken some power that was sleeping in his blood. But as soon as he wakes up, he immediately forgets.

But this time it wasn't a dream.

He put down the chisel in his hand - Alan was often absent, and he knew it was to find Scott, so he began to learn to do some carpentry work, after all, there was only one carpenter in the village.

When I listened, the voice disappeared again.

He was puzzled for a moment, and was just about to continue his work, when the voice sounded again, vague, but it made people want to hear it even more. He wasn't sure if it was coming from somewhere or if it was ringing directly in his head, but it did make him irritate.

He lost interest in his work and threw the chisel into his toolbox, contemplating whether to go to Naria or simply get some sleep.

But the voice wouldn't let him go.

"Come on. Come here. "It suddenly changed its tone, it became soft and sweet.

It was not seduction, but sheer curiosity that drove Isis into the forest. He realized it was some kind of trap, but as always, he didn't feel scared, just a subtle irritation.

After going a little deeper into the forest, he noticed a sudden silence around him.

No more birds, no more grass and trees, even the sound of the wind seems to be swallowed up. It's just a dead silence.

He paused for a moment, hesitated, but the voice sounded again.

"Iscontia Alan Christus. It called out to him, using his full name that almost never was called, "It's not your name." ”

There was some strange sarcasm in the calm, which succeeded in infuriating him.

"Who are you!" he shouted, stepping forward, "...... you?"

Blazing flames burst in, interrupting his unspoken question. The fire that came out of nowhere surrounded him. The world shook dizzily in the twist, the edges of his vision were fiery red, and the sharp pain of his skin burning made him open his mouth in horror, and before he could utter an exclamation, he lost consciousness in the chill that swept through his body in an instant.

The flames greedily licked the yellow leaves and spread wildly around, but the fire on Is's body had been completely extinguished in the place where it had been the center of the flames. He stood motionless among the ashes, his black-red, dry, lifeless skin peeling off in patches, and the silver-white light flickering and extending little by little on the rapidly regenerating skin.

"Is!" a deep voice called his name.

The man who appeared beside him through the flames had short black hair and resolute facial features. He seemed to want to grab Is's arm, but he stopped suddenly, stepped back with agility, drew his longbow, and aimed the tip of his arrow at the creature he thought was the boy he was guarding today.

Jules, Beye's twin brother, was a well-informed hunter, but he had never seen anything like it in front of him.

It had the form of a human, but it was covered from head to toe with silvery-white scales, and its curved claws glowed coldly at the tips of its hands and feet. It looked at him indifferently, its golden eyes, its reptilian pupils slightly constricted, and it looked cold and dangerous.

As soon as the hand was released, the long arrow whistled out and shot at the monster's right leg.

He didn't want to kill it. He didn't know what was going on, but he realized that the monster might have something to do with Is.

The arrow slammed into the scales and fell feebly, but apparently still made the monster feel pain, and it roared in anger and swung its claws at the enemy in front of it.

Behind him was a raging flame, black smoke interfering with the hunter's vision. Realizing that the situation was quite unfavorable for him, he quickly retreated into the gap in the flames while firing another arrow, directing the monster into the fire.

However, the flames could not even get close to its body, as if some invisible force was forcing them to retreat in either direction. The monster moved so fast that all he could rely on was familiarity with the forest.

But the monster's movements became hesitant, and several times it froze in place, shaking its head as if trying to get rid of something, and then it suddenly changed direction, threw the unprepared hunter by surprise, and quickly disappeared into the woods.

The hunter shook his head in confusion and chased after it, he didn't want that thing to be in the village.

His consciousness seemed to float in a tiny and lonely bits of another world—an empty, chaotic world, fragile and vulnerable, yet desperately clinging, as if he knew that one step back would be an abyss from which he would never recover. That kind of pure power, both familiar and unfamiliar, was setting off an infinite wave that could completely engulf him in an instant. Fear was like a giant black hole, and he was deep in it, screaming and trying to escape, and frantically trying to tear everything to pieces.

He had no idea how long he had been running or where he was. When someone suddenly grabbed his arm, he almost couldn't restrain himself from wanting to tear through his soft and fragile body with his claws.

Then Ed's smeared face, stained with black smoke, stared at him blankly with excessively large blue eyes every time he stared at him.

"Is?" he asked him, "what's wrong with you?"

As if after a long struggle, he finally saw a glimmer of light shining through the water, and he struggled to grasp his fragmented consciousness and surfaced, but the corners of his eyes suddenly crossed a blue-white arc.

He instinctively lunged at Ed and crushed him under his body, and the brunette boy, who had no idea what was going on, struggled to get up with a blank expression.

"Is, what the hell are you doing?" he shoved him, then screamed in fright as another bolt of lightning slashed down.

"What the hell! Is it thundering! I didn't hear it!" he shouted, curled up motionless under Is's body, and then began to push him harder, "Hey, Isse, you're going to get hurt, we've got to get out of here!"

They had to leave.

Isis staggered to his feet, dragged forward by Ed.

Another bolt of lightning silently exploded around him, and the intense light instantly blackened his eyes, and the last image in his sight was Ed's lifeless body that had been bounced open.

Anger roared and gushed out, dominating everything.

Everything after that was like a phantom in a dream, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes open, he couldn't tell. There seemed to be a red figure in front of him, and sometimes it seemed to be nothing more than a void of darkness. He saw Jules rush out of nowhere, raising his sword at him, his expression and movements strangely slow and distorted. There was an annoying noise in my ears, and the only thing I could hear was the sound of blood rushing in my veins, which roared like thunder.

He could feel the anger.

Anger, helplessness, mania, contempt, fear, all boiled in his mind, and anger was like a ferocious beast that devoured everything.

When a white light stung his eyes and pierced the fog that seemed like a dream, Iss blinked blankly and woke up.

Standing in front of him was Bye. The paladin who had been smiling at him was now condescending, facing him half-kneeling with a look of utter strangeness, his sharp sword facing his chest.

"What have you done to him?!" the man roared, his eyes full of horror, hatred, and disgust.

Isis lowered his head and looked at his hands in confusion, tiny white scales covering the backs of his hands, silver claws sticking out from his fingertips, bright red blood curling and dripping onto Jules's bloody corpse.

Panic and helplessness fell like a cold and inextricable net, firmly imprisoning his limbs, unable to move, unable to speak, watching as Beye's sword rose and fell, and once again hesitantly stopped in his chest.

The beast in his heart roared again, trying to break out of the cage.

- "Is." ”

He hears the call of whom, Scott, Alan, Naria, or Ed.

That's his name, he's not some monster, he's just a human.

He closed his eyes and dragged all his consciousness that belonged or didn't belong to him, and sank into the cold, dark water.

qidian.

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