At the edge of the Sky City, the two people stopped at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding and turned back. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Feng looked at the white stone spire in the shade of green trees, and remembered the shy appearance of Sindra carrying a broom that day and the cheerful laughter in the pagoda, and his heart warmed.

Sindra listened to the rising and falling waves, and remembered the day when Lin Feng got off the boat and walked towards her, and felt the sound of the waves blowing against the reef seem to be more retained.

It's sad to part, but I'm sure we'll see you again soon.

Sindra slowly walked towards the temple in the distance, step by step on the path of memory.

Many years ago, a little girl was brought here by an old man.

On that day, the villagers greeted them on both sides of the road, with a simple and restrained smile on their faces. The children, on the other hand, hid behind the adults, their eyes hiding their curiosity with timidity.

The little girl looked sweet and pleasant, but her flickering eyes were full of vigilance, and there was an aura of mystery in her body.

The little girl is Syndra, who is born with an astonishing gift for magic and is constantly gaining access to almost infinite powers.

The energy that made Sindra feel the awe of everyone, it seemed like a good feeling, but the little girl also wanted to be kind to everyone—to be loved by adults like ordinary children, to laugh and play with her friends.

Time passed, and this wish seemed to come true.

Over the years, Sindra lost her sense of powerful energy, and like all children, she became a student of the elderly, and slowly became the most ordinary of all.

Her talent is getting worse and worse, and she even needs help from other children in her studies, while she is accepted by everyone and feels warm and cared for.

Syndra, however, was not happy at all.

It's a terrible feeling that mediocrity is easy to be accepted, and that the weak are easy to give.

Sindra began to close herself off, retaining her pride with the loneliness she had gained in exchange for rejecting everyone, but the lost strength did not return.

How can the weak be proud?

Slowly, she finally realized that her talent had been sealed by her master. She was so aggrieved, like a little beast trapped in a cage, she let out a desperate cry in her heart, resisting everyone's approach.

As the days passed, the little girl grew up, but everything went in a worse direction.

Her talent is unremarkable, and her withdrawn personality does not maintain that pride, but turns other people's care into sympathy, and sympathy into ridicule.

Until that day, Lin Feng came and took Sindra out of here.

Lin Feng, just like the master back then, completely changed Sindra's fate. But this time it was no longer a confinement, but a complete liberation.

The lost power returned, and Sindra gained even more.

Finally, she said goodbye to the little girl she was at the beginning and returned here like a king.

Change makes her mature, and strength allows her to find confidence. Looking back, she saw a lot of things that she had overlooked, those warmth that she had deliberately avoided.

Over the years, there have been so many people who have quietly grown up with her.

Every morning before class, she and Master brought breakfast to the students. Whoever makes a fresh delicacy will never miss its own portion.

Every year in the cold winter, she and Master's winter clothes are also brought by the students. Whoever hunts rare furs will never miss one of their own.

It turns out that the warmth given by others has never changed, but it is a pity that it was regarded as a charity by himself at the beginning, and the indifference of his heart made everything cold.

Losing is the best portrayal of Sindra at this moment. Fortunately, since we have seen it through, we will not repeat the mistakes of the past.

On both sides of the empty road, the simple smiles of the villagers still seem to be there, and the children hide behind the adults and quietly wave to her to welcome their new companions.

Sindra's pace quickened, the early winter wind wasn't cold at all, but she was already starting to miss her ferret coat.

It was the coldest winter, and two months before her coming-of-age ceremony, when some of the best hunters in the village had hunted the prettiest Ice Marten in the deepest snow valleys, which had been painstakingly designed and painstakingly sewn by the most ingenious children.

Sindra misses everyone, including Teacher Allen. Although she still can't fully accept what the teacher did back then, she now understands that it is not a painstaking effort.

Lin Feng is right, what is past should be passed. If there is really any grudge, then it is better to laugh it off.

The mighty Sindra is back, and all she wants to do is make amends, make amends to everyone.

The gate of the temple appeared in front of me, still so dilapidated. Sindra smiled and raised her hand, and a few pieces of obsidian floated from the grass to the stone pillars on either side, filling the rifts left by the years in a magical light.

It's just that she didn't notice that the handwriting on the lintel had changed somehow.

The Sky Temple is no longer there, it has returned to its original - [Cang Silent Temple] - an ancient temple that existed thousands of years ago, and it is also the place where she was first born into this world.

Sindra stepped across the temple gate, already thinking about how to meet everyone, trying to control every curvature of the corners of her mouth, so that the smile was warm enough not to be a little silly.

But all she saw was desolation. Desolate monasteries, abandoned classrooms. The ruins are still there, but the master is not there, and the students who should be in class are not there.

Sindra panicked inexplicably, and hurried into the small building in the distance, to the teacher's room.

The door was open, and Mr. Allen was facing out the window, leaving a back, like a lonely waiter.

Syndra's heart was cold and warm, and she wanted to say something, but her lips were just open.

"You're back." Alan sighed, "Is it all back?" ”

Sindra was stunned for a moment, raised her hand to see the dark magic ball jumping in her palm, and nodded silently. Yes, I'm back, I'm back with my strength.

"We can't hide from what we should have come after all, and it looks like we're all ready."

Allen's words were a little inexplicable, and his behavior was even more bizarre.

Turn around and wave your hand. Once again, the black curtain closed the small window, blocking out all light outside.

Sindra's once most familiar environment suddenly became a little uncomfortable at the moment.

She squinted and tried to dilate her pupils, only to see the faint but vast light converging in front of the window, and the figure of the master suddenly became infinitely majestic. It was an infinitely powerful force, and in an instant, this old man with a somewhat clumsy body seemed to be incarnated as a god.

At this moment, Sindra understood one thing: the master's imprisoning of his talent back then was not because of the fear of the unknown for the weak, it turned out that the master was so powerful.

Airplanes.

As Eren raised his hand, the walls shook on all sides, and the mottled wallpaper fell off piece by piece. Underneath was a piece of crystal, and waves of energy flowed back and forth to form an extremely complex magic circuit.

Sindra closed her eyes and sensed it, and found that the entire room and even the entire small building actually formed a powerful magic circle.

Slowly, endless energy gathered from all directions, and a black ball suddenly floated in the center of the room.

The black ball was beating incessantly, as if trying to break free from some kind of confinement.

Sindra sensed a familiar breath of qi, and at that moment she finally understood.

The power in this black ball was the first mysterious power that the little girl had when she awakened her talent, and now Sindra knew what it was.

Silent Source Power - Sindra was born awakened but was sealed by her master, and now she lacks the last bit of origin power.

Sindra subconsciously raised her hand, but immediately put it down. The power she longed for back was close at hand, and she suddenly felt some palpitations.

"You've made your choice, there's no need to look back. The old things are all dust, and the new life should not be disappointed. ”

Alan thought like a wedge and waved his hand again.

The endless energy that enveloped the black ball turned into a turbulent current and quickly dispersed along the magic circuits on the walls. The brilliance slowly faded, and only a black ball was beating more and more cheerfully.

The seal array is broken, and the power of the origin is restored.

The black ball suddenly sank into Sindra's eyebrows, and the next moment, three dark magic balls were wrapped around her waist at the same time, all of which were as deep as ink and inexplicably deep.

The source power of silence, the source power of corruption, and the source power of nothingness, the three forces seem to ignite a raging demonic flame, and the figure inside seems to be born from nirvana.

Sindra has the Three Origins of Darkness, and she is the King of Darkness, the Dark Head.

And at the same moment, infinite power flowed from Master Allen's body, and once the sealing array built with life force was broken, he gave up everything.

In this dark and narrow room, a king was born, and a generation of strong people died.

St. Allen, Dead.