With a piercing tearing sound, Sindra conjured up another Darkest Orb—all of her hatred, disgust, and anger poured out. It hovers in Syndra's palm, slowly spinning.

"If you are an Ionian, then you are my enemy," she said thoughtfully.

Cirick screamed, but there was nothing she could do. Sindra flicked her wrist, and the black ball in her hand immediately flew towards Augin, and then pierced him. Ogin gasped for air, his body gradually losing blood, and finally sank into the water.

Kahlan attacked, lunging out of the shadows, claw-clawed, but Sindra waved her hand again, and three orbs around her flew towards him, knocking him back.

"You ......," Sindra said, tilting her head to one side. I know your soul. Your shadow covers my dreams. Her expression darkened. You are my jailer. You...... You're the one who locked me up here. ”

Cirik saw the Vasaya get up and get down on one knee.

"You are the embodiment of abomination," he hissed.

Sindra reached out with a hand and lifted the roaring creature into the air.

The waters of the Dream Pool swelled, and Cirick was shocked to see the roots of the trees that had once bound Sindra move, reaching into the air to take her again.

"Then kill me!" Kahlan growled. "But don't forget that you're never going to find peace. Wherever you go, you will be hated and hunted down. You can never live freely. ”

"Kill you?" Sindra's lips rolled in anger. "Nope. That's too cheap for you. ”

With a wave of his arm, Callan was thrown into the water, grabbed by the rolling roots. Strong roots wrapped around his limbs and threw him into the water prison. Kahlan Screamer, with bubbles around him...... Then he stopped motionlessly.

Cilik stared fearlessly at Sindra, knowing that she didn't have long to live, but to her surprise, the powerful sorceress ignored her at all. Sindra just looked in the direction of the sky. Her hands were wrapped around the dark energy, and she shouted, raising her hands above her head. The rocks shattered, dust and stones fell into the water, and ripples spread out in all directions.

Sindra made a cutting motion with both hands, and with a loud thud, the roof of the cave was lifted. Large boulders fell from her side and slammed down, and Cilik crawled behind her in despair, her legs and sides burning with every movement.

In the distant sky, the stars were blinking, and Sindra began to rise, floating toward freedom. She glanced back at her feet one last time, at Karan, who was sunk motionless in the water, his roots holding him firmly in place.

"It's your turn to dream, jailer," she said softly, and with a sweep of her hands, she buried him under the falling rocks.

Every movement of Cilik was accompanied by a distorted expression. She struggled to climb into the distance, ready to be crushed by the boulder at any moment.

The whole island rumbles as if it had been hit by an earthquake. An earthquake that seemed to last forever.

When it all stopped, a chilling silence enveloped the whole of Filol.

Cilik crawled out of the darkness, breathed in the fresh air, and looked around, dumbfounded. Half of the fortress was gone.

She looked up. At first, she just saw a dark field without stars. She suddenly took a deep breath and realized that what she saw in front of her was a high wall and watchtower suspended in midair. They did not fall into the sea, but were uprooted and floated to heaven.

Her eyes widened, and she struggled to breathe. She had always known that Sindra was powerful, but to this extent? It's power she never imagined.

The sight left Ciric unable to move, and she saw a Noxian battleship anchored in the harbor being lifted into the air. Man fell from above like an ant and fell to his death on the rock below. The battleship rose higher and higher, and then suddenly fell, smashing into two other ships, all shattered into slag. The scene of destruction is like a catastrophe from heaven.

The ruins of the castle in the sky began to float to the north. Sitting alone on top of the flattened Darye Ahira, Hirik watched it go until the first rays of dawn climbed the horizon.

The weight of the night was completely on her. Her brother, and the last of Filor's guardians, are all dead. Except for herself.

Normally, this level of damage to Noxus would have been enough to make her applaud, but now, her heart was heavy.

Sindra is back in the world.

They failed.

Kahlan knelt on the ground, motionless and silent, waiting for the Prophet to speak. She was a wonderful creature, covered in purple skin, with a pearly horn on her forehead. Some might mistake her for being of the same blood as him, the son of Vastaya Shari, but their people know very well that this is not the case.

The prophet's race is even older than their ancestors.

She opened her eyes—strange, kind, golden eyes, which could see far beyond what she could see. He saw that these eyes were dyed with sadness, and his heart was half cold.

"You're faced with a dilemma," her voice was as quiet as the slowly falling autumn leaves.

"Tell me what I should do," Kahlan said.

"I can't tell you. There are two paths in front of you, and you can only choose one. But I warn you – both of these paths end in sorrow and sorrow. ”

Kahlan didn't blink. "Tell me."

"The first way. You fight against invaders. In Presidium, Navoli, there will be a big fight. The cost will be terrible, but you will be victorious. You will be enshrined as a hero. You and your spirit will live peacefully for many years. You are happy. However, you will be destined to send off a pair of cubs under your knees alive, and they will both die. ”

Kahlan took a deep breath. "What about the other way?" He said.

"You fight side by side with the enemy. You'll never see your spirit again, and you'll never see your cubs again. They call you a traitor and curse your name. The road is full of darkness, bitterness, and infamy. You will be hated by your kindred, and despised by your invader allies. After their defeat in Presidium, you must guard the land of dreams in Ferol. And then you will stay there. ”

"Where's my boy?"

"They will live. They will be strong. If it's not in this land, it's in another place. But you will never see their faces again, and if you stray from this dark path, they will die. ”

Kahlan nodded and stood up. Grief tried to hold him back, but he suppressed it and buried it deep in his heart.

He looked around and took a closer look at the Prophet's hut, and he felt a strange sense of familiarity...... There was a vague sense of déjà vu, as if this terrible sadness and regret had struck more than once.

He shook his head. To be trapped forever in this cursed moment? I have to say, that is a fate worse than death.

"I'm sorry, my child," said the Prophet. "It's a terrible choice you have to face."

"No," Karan said. "The choice was simple."