Darian, who had not had any expression on his face until now, hesitated and slowly reached out and gently patted the excited Xia. "Sorry for worrying you." The sound of his vocal cords was tired and hoarse, as if he hadn't rested in a long time.

Surprised, Thea let go of her hand and looked at Darien closely, seeing that his tiredness seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. If Darion who left the night was just the frustration of a teenager, now he exudes the twilight of an old man.

Xia looked at Maxwell beside him in surprise and confusion, only to find that Maxwell's eyes were looking directly at Darian, exactly at the huge two-handed sword that Darian was carrying on his back, and his eyes were about to fall. The soldiers below gathered in small groups and whispered to Darian.

"Let's go inside. I'm tired. Darien bowed his head and walked into the barracks.

"Oh, oh......" Maxwell seemed to come back to his senses, "Darian, you ......" seemed to think of something, Maxwell stopped his voice in the middle of speaking, and eagerly followed Darien inside.

Thea didn't know why, but she followed them to Darian's room.

Darien walked into his room. Maxwell, who was walking behind, stopped and said to the last Thea, "I have something I want to talk to Darien first, Chia, can you let us be alone first?" ”

"Okay, then I'll go get him some food. I think he must be hungry too. Thea readily agreed.

Maxwell nodded, then walked into Darien's room.

Thea listened attentively, and the two didn't seem to be arguing. With some peace of mind, she went to the kitchen and asked for a dinner for Darien, but instead of giving it to Darien, she walked back to her room with the dinner. Her room wasn't far from Darian's, and soon she heard a heavy slam on the door. Then there was the sound of Maxwell's boot iron stomping on the floor.

Thea sighed, and when the footsteps disappeared at the end of the hallway, she picked up her plate and walked out of her room.

"Darian, may I come in?"

"Thea?" Darian's deep voice came from inside the door, "Please come in." ”

Thea pushed the door open, and Darien sat at his desk in front of the window, the white moonlight shining on his cold expression as if it were shining on a marble sculpture.

"Why don't you light a candle?" Thea placed the tray of food on the desk and reached for the match.

"No need to ......," a low voice sounded.

Xia turned her head and looked at Darion who was motionless, wondering if the voice was her own auditory hallucination.

Darien looked up at her, "No need to ......"

Thea put down the match in her hand and half-crouched in front of Darian, looking up into Darian's eyes. She reached out and gently grasped Darian's hand, the touch cold enough to startle her.

"Darian, what's going on?" She said as softly as she could.

Darian's gaze turned to the two-handed sword on the table. The right hand that was not held by Xia gently stroked the heavy sword body.

"Shia, do you know what this is?"

"I don't know."

Darien showed his first smile since returning, a bleak sad smile.

"This is the savior that Marlan is looking for, the Sword of Light, the Scourge Buster, my father's sword, the Ember Bringer."

"You...... Did you really go to Naxxramas? Oh, my God! Thea couldn't help but tighten her hands, but her strength was like an ant's regret to Darien, and Darien continued without feeling.

"Hmm...... Naxxramas, I went, and Sammy, Bill, Keith, Bria, ...... They all died, and I was the only one...... It's just me ......," he said, stroking his fingers as he caressed the blade of the sword, trembling slightly.

“…… It's good for you to come back, and live their share for them. Thea was relieved.

"Does everyone only care about this sword?" Darien muttered to himself, his eyes empty.

"We're all worried about you, Darien, cheer up!" Xia felt that Darion was not in the right state either, and she exclaimed eagerly.

"Marlan cares about the sword, and Maxwell cares about ......"

"They care about you! It's you! Darian! ”

"No......" Darion shook his head slowly, his fingers still rubbing back and forth over the broad sword. You don't understand...... this sword has not only the blood of the enemy on it, but also the blood of my father, the blood of my brother......" He grinned at the bright moonlight outside the window, his white teeth reflecting the cold light in the moonlight. "Someday, my blood will also flow on him......"

Looking at the faint stains on the ancient sword on the table, and Darian's strange words and deeds, Xia only felt that her hairs were about to stand on end. "Darian, you need to get some rest! Don't get cranky! She squeezed Darian's hand hard.

Darien turned his head and looked down at Sia who was crouching in front of him. "Well, you're right, I'm going to get some rest, I'm tired. Leave me alone for a while. I'm tired. ”

"You have a good rest, I got you something, you can eat first." Thea stood up and prepared to go out.

Darian's voice came from behind him, "Xia, thank you. ”

Thea turned her head, and the moonlight reflected Darian's smiling face pale and pale, and his eyes were helpless and fragile like a child.

"Everything will be fine, Darian, have a good night's rest, everything will be fine."

"Hmmm......"

Watching Thea close the door, Darion turned his gaze as he stood up and turned to the Ember Bringer, his fingers tenderly stroking the legendary sword, caressing its stains, its scars. The figure of his father holding a sword in the past appeared in front of him.

Unbeknownst to them, the sword had been tainted and no longer had the power of the Light. What must be done to save this fallen sword...... And, what about the father?

What is this for? Father...... Brother......

As if he had lost the strength to stand, Darien slammed his hands on the table, his head hanging limply, and a drop of water fell on the broad sword.

Why are you doing this...... Why......?

The moonlight shone on Darian's body, and his blonde hair was plated white by the bright moonlight. The moonlight didn't shine on his expression, only his shoulders twitched slightly.

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White moonlight, somewhere in my heart, so bright but so cold.

Everyone has a period of sadness that wants to hide but grows.

When I was writing this paragraph, I suddenly thought of Zhang Xinzhe's old song, and I was a little sentimental. Tragic little Mo~!