As dusk falls, the forest is smeared into an old orange-hued oil painting - the lifeless solidification that makes the heart uncomfortable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Are you leaving at night?" Fitney plucked a waterdrop plant and put it in the basket he carried with him, and said to Eurika.

Eureka was crouching beside a stream at this time, shaking her ears vigilantly, and Fitney unconsciously "opened" the [Penetrating Eye], feeling the changes around her.

"Shhhhh......h

The wind is up.

Fitnair suddenly felt the painting move, and the wind poured out from behind her, and it grew stronger, and at first she could not even blow her hair, and at last, when she heard the wind, she almost lost her footing.

"Run!" Eureka's pupils contracted suddenly—like a beast.

Fitnair ran - not knowing exactly where she was going or what was happening, but she chose to believe what Eureka said - as she felt the magic in the air "tremble".

Just as space and time are objects, with so-called qualities, so magic is the same in Fitney's view—and even something that has "life," so understandably, they are fearful - and this view is a central and unfamiliar part of Winchet Lightrund's theory.

Fitnair didn't think much of it, and having run in the forest, she kept going—until she felt tired, and the wind behind her was fading.

With a decisive glint in his eyes, Fitney made a sharp turn in front of him, and his petite figure flashed behind a beech tree.

It was quiet.

The wind seemed to stop as well - the girl took a deep breath, controlling her state.

Already gone? Is there something...... There was - the world in Fitney's eyes became the one filled with magic, and she crouched down suddenly, for she saw a trace of black, like a broken piece of smoke, flowing into the distance.

Black fog? Fitnair felt something familiar to it—where did that feeling come from? She listened carefully to her memories until she suddenly turned to the page—by the way, in the White Tower of Tren in Gurret's disguise, she had been to the alchemy laboratory for the first time, and when she left, she felt the same aura, but unfortunately it had barely appeared after that.

Gurrett is dead, so what are these?

Fettnay reached for his waist, took a dagger out of its sheath, tiptoed to his feet, and walked in the direction of the black mist.

The forest was so tightly packed that she couldn't even feel the light - it was gray all around, and everything created a strange dead silence, like ...... It's like......

It's like a cemetery.

Fitney frowned, temporarily brushed aside the idea that it would affect her mood, and continued to walk forward, when suddenly there was a hint of color in the gray senior sister in her eyes—a touch of red came into her sight.

The Flower of Barlow.

Fettnay recognized the plant—like the strong name, it was a very conspicuous plant, and Fettnay had used it so many times that it was easy to recognize.

There was more than one Balo Flower - Fitnair was a little surprised, it was a field of Ballow Flowers.

As she walked further, she saw more of Barlow's flowers coming into view, dispelling the haze-like feeling.

Fitnair looked at the abrupt field of flowers in the forest, and her often calm face showed a little surprise—she couldn't help but crouch down at the edge of the field of Barlow's flowers, squinting at the flowers—they were all growing so well, they were more beautiful than ever. However, there is no trace of artificial cultivation, which proves that they are indeed naturally formed.

Such a large field of flowers...... Fitney suddenly felt creepy.

Rustling......

Fitnäy caught the sound keenly, and silently retreated into the forest, leaning against the trunk of the tree, she looked through the crevices through the grass beside her, towards the place where the sound had come from.

A man walks in a field of flowers.

It was a slender figure, all plain white, and that pale slenderness stood in the midst of a field of brightly colored flowers, which was full of strange images—and Fitney felt his heart beat violently, for the man who walked in the field of flowers of Barlow knew him.

Chris.

Chris's unforgettable face was not smiling at this time, pale as paper, the plain white clothes that had been said were like the mourning clothes in Fitney's impression, and the other thing she carried was the sword in her hand.

"This ...... How could it be ......" Fitney couldn't help but exclaim under her breath as she still saw ......

Call......

The wind appeared again with the breath of black mist, and this time Fitney could see it clearly - a black shadow appeared in mid-air, the black image was the Grim Reaper, it looked like it was just a cloud of mist, but when it flowed towards Chris, it "opened its mouth" - like a black hole, there was a silent poignant!

Chris jerked her head up, she didn't sit still, the sword in her hand stabbed unceremoniously towards the black mist.

The black mist rolled to the other side as it hit the tip of the sword, and it lunged at Chris again, who swung his sword and the black mist rolled onto the sword.

"Poor thing......" Fitney heard a murmur coming from Chris's mouth.

White light lit up from the sword's body, and the intense light instantly stabbed the black mist to pieces!

The black mist was shattered, leaving only traces like ashes, falling lightly.

Fitney's mood was like that of ashes—if anyone found the girl hiding behind the grass, he would surely find that the expression on the girl's face was more solemn than ever.

Chris shattered the shadow and slowly crouched down, not knowing what she was doing - until she lay down in the field of Barlow's flowers.

The Flower of Barlow, a plant that resembles the Bead Grass, but the only thing that resembles them is that the Bead Grass has no flowers—in addition to that, the Flower of Barlow's Flowers grows under conditions that are provided with a nourishment that can only be provided by the "dead".

It is also the so-called flower of the dead.

In the wild, because it can only grow around the carcasses of animals, it is actually not many in number and its distribution is not concentrated. Liteta can grow them by using some special humus from dead leaves, but the flowers will not be so intense.

And such a field of flowers.

Fitney had already guessed how many dry bones would be under this land......

And Chris, lying in the middle, was dressed in plain white like a shroud, like a dead corpse.