A faint streamer flowed on the hull of the ship, implying the glory and pinnacle of the creation of the star spirit, which was filled with unbearable despair at the moment.

This despair stems from the fall of the homeland and the suffering of the enslavement of most of our compatriots.

Years ago, the Lord of Evil led his disgusting swarm of worms to infect the home of all the astral spirits, El. And a few years later, when the Star Spirit regrouped and prepared to take El in one fell swoop, the former creator got his hands on Kara.

Kara was corrupted, almost all of the Templars were taken under control, and El fell once again.

The many falls of the homeland made the hearts of the star spirits extremely angry, and under the surging anger, there was also a faint numbness. This numbness was magnified countless times after the fall of Sacoolas, the homeland of Nerazim.

They seem to be a little used to being displaced, and they seem to be a little used to not having a home.

Of course, the decadence of most of the Templars was not only in the eyes of Atanis, but also by the vicious Jim Renault.

"Wow, your Templars seem to have lost something, they look decadent."

A human, a Templar, walked on the Spear of Arden, and the experience of fighting alongside the El earned the human the privilege of walking most of the Spear of Arden.

Jim's words were taken into account by Atanis, who, as he feared, and as Jim had said, realized early on that the Templars had lost something they had fought for.

"The El has fallen again, and the homes of all the Star Spirits have once again fallen into the hands of the swarm."

"I know that, you just said that." Jim subconsciously responded to Atanis's words, and then unconsciously touched a small box-shaped object around his waist with his right hand. I took it out, opened it, and immediately took out a stick with a white front and an orange back from it, and held it in my mouth.

The stick in his mouth swayed up and down as his lips quirmed, and Jim's left hand reached for the other side of his waist.

Another metal box-like object from his waist fell into his hand, and then his left thumb lightly pressed the corner of the box.

"Smack!"

A small flame ignited in the metal box, and Jim brought it closer to the stick in his mouth. The white end ignited, emitting a red glow of burning dry organic matter, and Jim took a big puff with a roar.

The red glow began to spread like a disgusting blanket of bacteria, and after Jim's lung capacity reached its maximum, the red glow stopped in the middle.

A guy who was smoking slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and the by-product of cigarette incineration spread. Jim, who was refreshed, opened his eyes, and saw only a slightly hazy beauty of Artanis, shrouded in smoke.

"Ah, sorry, is smoking allowed here?"

Jim, who was already exhaling a thick puff of secondhand smoke, asked. Of course, the by-products of human smoking have little effect on the spirits. Of course they won't mind.

"Please, Commander Renault."

After all, Jim is now on someone else's ship, and it is inevitable to ask for someone else's opinion. So Jim spoke again:

"Atanis, back to the topic just now, you said that your people, after losing 'Kara', seem to have no meaning to live?"

Jim lit his cigarette, of course, and couldn't forget to listen to his best friend's story, and after a brief summary, he handed over the conversation to Artanis.

"Yes, Commander." After confirming Jim's question, Artanis did not immediately add, but looked around. Without nerve bundles, the Templars continued their usual lives, competing, meditating, and fighting. But compared to the usual, these fighters no longer fought and trained hard.

"After the loss of Kara, the people of Daram do not know how to live, they cannot share their emotions through Kara, they cannot spread the glory of their hearts through communication, and now every cycle of the day is a torment for them - Commander Renault, tell me, how did your people live without Kara?" Atanis threw a painful human question at Jim Reynolds, and the corner of Jim's eye twitched visibly.

How do humans live without Kara?

Nonsense, of course, is to eat, to drink, after completing the basic problem of eating, drinking, and lazing, it is a boring life of fighting and drinking by the way. Truth be told, Jim Renaud wanted to know more about how the star spirit lived with a whip attached.

"I can't give you an answer, man. The social gap between humans and the astral spirits is too great. Jim, who had a cigarette burning to the end of his mouth and a much deeper wrinkle on his forehead, said. The index finger and thumb gently pinched the butt of the cigarette, and then subconsciously prepared to throw it on the ground, only to realize that the ground under his feet did not belong to humans. He snuffed out the cigarette butt on his knee pad and threw it into a pocket on his coat.

Eventually, Jim wanted to say something, but eventually closed his mouth.

The difference in social structure makes it impossible for Jim to provide any help to his interracial brothers.

"My people have lost their purpose, lost their former glory," Atanis suddenly lowered his voice, "The protector Lohana has recalled in her memory a civilization called Wet Pinch, and their past is very similar to that of Dalam today. ”

"Their planet's gravity was so great that they couldn't get them into space at the time – they died on their own day in the agony of not being able to get out of their home planet day after day."

A little story that suddenly mentions makes Jim a little confused.

"With all due respect, I can't think of anything similar to this wet pinch to Darlam."

"Of course it's similar!" Atanis suddenly became excited, he grabbed Jim's shoulder, and his eyes were fixed on Jim's eyes: "According to the judgment of the arbitrator at the time, this wet pinch is not without a chance to break out of space. If they had gathered the power of an entire race, they could have developed a spaceship that would break the planet's gravity - but in their own desperation, they gave up resistance. And let the whole race continue to decline itself. ”

"Aemon's power is so great that it makes all of Darram feel hopeless as the gravity of that vast planet does for wet pinch - all I have to do now is to inspire confidence and courage in all of Daram to fight the dark frenzy."