I felt like I had just finished a dream, a dream that wasn't long, but it was important.

If the person wakes up from a dream and is distracted by something, he will forget what he dreamed of, and only the most profound things that he must remember will escape the beating of the forgetting tide and remain in the ocean of memory.

When I woke up from Brahma's back, I forgot everything, but I remembered the "newborn sun", and I remembered what it was and how it came to be, but I didn't remember how it was formed.

Looking around in a daze, I couldn't see anything, and the silence around me was so silent that there was only the creaking sound of stepping on some tile gravel.

But the world is not all dark, and the black lines on my skin, or the body of the person I lie on, turn into gold and orange, constantly emitting a light that is not dazzling. In the flaky lines of different thicknesses, you can also observe through an invisible diaphragm that those that glow are the "light particles" under the skin, each of which is less than the size of a hair, but can be captured by the eye, and at this moment they flow regularly in the lines, just like the "blood circulation" that Brahma told me ten days ago.

The lines made him look like a giant light bulb wrapped in window grilles, but the light bulb was not far away, and I could only see him and myself.

"Yikes!"

I exclaimed, because I had just noticed that the black spikes on Van was missing one, two, and three...... Seven, eight, eight, and now my ass is sitting on the ninth thorn. If you look closely, the hole left by the eight spikes looks like an ant's nest that I have seen in the summer before (if I had been a little more experienced at this time, I wouldn't have said that the ant's nest was a volcanic crater, right?). The area where the black thorns used to grow is all recessed, and the inside of these eight holes is covered with light particles like the lines on the skin.

I slapped Van on the shoulder, and though I didn't know if it was useful, I tried desperately to get his attention, but Van impatiently whispered, "What do you want to do, little ghost? Aren't you afraid I'll get angry and eat you?"

I ignored his tone and just said in fear, "Brahma! A thorn in your back......"

Fan froze forward, straightened his waist, raised his left hand to grab his hair, and put it down again.

"What, those thorns just retracted."

"Will it grow again?"

"Nonsense, it's not broken, of course it can grow again."

I breathed a sigh of relief, other than that Van didn't look hurt at all, and for me it was already the best result.

"Stinky imp."

「……？」

"Don't yell near the snowy mountains in the future." Van was still walking towards the front of the unknown place, creaking under his feet, smashing a lot of hard-sounding things.

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten what just happened? Avalanche, avalanche! Do you want to be buried again?"

But...... But...... Fan, you're not afraid of avalanches at all, why do you still run...... I remembered the scene in my dream that I could never forget no matter what, the scene of Van holding me slowly rising in the fireball that illuminated the world red, which I will never forget.

"Foolishness!" Van scolded, I was startled, and my body involuntarily grabbed his back and shrank up. "Although the demons have extremely high magical talents, most of the demons are muscular brutes who are hand-to-hand combat, and it is very tiring to suddenly want to release a large amount of magic power to form magic without a front or backhand, otherwise my light can definitely illuminate more than this now, at least I can illuminate all of this cave!"

Cavern? How big is the cave? I looked around again, but I still didn't see anything.

"Probably ......," Fan thought, and the light on his body suddenly became too dazzling, and he barely opened his eyes, and I saw this ridiculously large cavern - "It's so big!"

The top of the cave was very high, but I couldn't tell how high it was, because I didn't even understand the difference between meters and decimeters, and the most intuitive feeling was that the roof of a three-story church in the town was twice as high! But I know this feeling is not true, because Brahman said before that the distance I see in the presence of very clear air is not necessarily the real distance.

I don't know how big the cavern is, but as far as my eyes can see, I can only see the feeling of endless light except for the reflection of the golden light that extends into the "sand" in the darkness.

Hey? Sand...... Child?

I looked down and saw that they weren't sand at all, they were all shards of bone made of glass! With each step, Brahma could trample on one more, or trample the already shattered wreckage into powder.

"It's not glass, it's crystal."

Crystal? Aren't crystals the valuables of those rich and magicians? Who would have the money to make so many crystal bones and throw them here?

Van Haha smiled, retracting the dazzling light, and the surroundings fell back to the previous pitch black environment.

"In ancient times, there was a god of minerals and adventure, and although he was only one of the patron gods of the dwarves, he had a clan called the Crystals. The bones of the crystal clan are all made up of crystals, and the innate flesh and natural abilities are also closely related to crystals, and if you want to study what the crystal can do, it is not strange to count the days and nights, so you should think that he is too powerful for others to beat."

"Later, that god fell, and the clan without the protection of the gods fell suddenly, and the race with low fertility died one clan a year, and now eighty percent of the people are going to be wiped out, right? But even if the clan is wiped out, they won't know, because those crystal beings were driven down to the mortal realm the moment the gods died."

"Strange to say, most of the bones of the undead are made of metals such as gold, silver, and iron, while the bones of humans are mostly made of calcium; The funny thing is that the dragons and elves that are hundreds of thousands of years old are actually made of carbon, the hardness of the bones of the dragon clan is comparable to that of diamonds, but the bones of the dead ordinary elves are broken when they are pinched, ha, if these two races know that each other's bones are of the same composition as their own bones, I don't know if they will die of anger and shame."

Van has been talking for a long, long time, and I have listened to it for a long, long time, and he doesn't stop, so I won't interrupt.

I don't know why Van is telling me, but I can feel the sadness in his tone as he tells the story of the Jing Clan. But I don't debunk it, and Van is happy to continue to say as if I don't know what to do, this is a cover, a tacit understanding that has been generated in the dark, after all, since the appearance of this demon, he has been able to see everything directly through my heart, isn't it?

But I didn't do nothing, I put my arms around his neck, I wasn't afraid of the hot temperature when his blood flowed, and I wasn't afraid of the smell of sulfur on his body, just like my nose was broken, I just liked the smell.

My favorite thing is the shimmer of breathing in his hair. The light is obscured by the light of the lines, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will think that your hair is no longer shining.

But it's shining all the time.

One light and one darkness, one darkness and one bright, very faint light. I breathed to the rhythm of the light in my hair, lay on his back and closed my eyes, this faint light seemed to pass through the layers of barriers, illuminating the hearts of two people...... (To be continued.) )