"I shouldn't have killed them in the first place," she said. m. "You shouldn't be greedy for that kind of petty wealth. So don't force me to kill you for a few mouthfuls of water. ”

The leading Saenz nervously regained their grip on their weapons.

"I'm reminding you that I can get my hands on the weapon before you can react. Sylvie explained. "And if I decide to take up arms, you will surely die. She gestured to the pool of dirty water. "You don't deserve to die for this. ”

"Then let's die a glorious death. The big man said decisively, though his two companions weren't so sure.

"Did I use that weapon when I killed those twenty, and I want to avenge them?" said Sive. "There are too few of you. ”

The three men hesitated. They know Shevi's reputation. The other two pulled the big man away and returned to their mounts.

Sivi slowly approached the pond.

"We'll take our people back for revenge. ”

"A lot of people have tried it," she said. "They never succeeded. ”

Syvi licked the roof of her mouth with her puffy tongue, trying her best to calm her restlessness. Every part of her body wanted to kneel in front of the pond and gulp down. I had to wait for them to cross the sand dunes in the distance.

The three men climbed into the saddle and rode away, when another roar was heard in the distance. The sound was getting louder and louder, not the sound of horses' hooves, not the sound of sandstorms. Turning in the direction of the source of the sound, Syvi saw a three-foot-tall wall of azure water rushing along the ancient riverbed. It's water from the capital.

Just before the splash hit Sive, she felt a rush of cold, damp air gallop across the front of the torrent. It came out of nowhere like a sweet kiss, leaving Sivi stunned.

The first wave nearly knocked Sivi to her knees. The impact of the waves was bitterly cold, but the cool temperature began to soothe her as the water swept her waist and legs. Sivi lay in the water, letting the river wash over her. The dryness of the desert was washed away, and her hair floated freely in the water.

I died once. I had to make it mean something.

Skana is a massive crystal scorpion from a hidden valley in Shurima. As an ancient Shell people, Skarna and his compatriots are known for their extraordinary intelligence and deep connection to the earth. Their souls have been blessed with life crystals, so the memories of their ancestors and the thoughts of this world have been well preserved. In the distant past, the Shell Folk went into a long sleep to escape a mysterious magical catastrophe, but now, a new threat has awakened Skarna. As the only one in the entire tribe who has woken up, he will do everything in his power to protect the rest of his compatriots from anyone's persecution.

Long before humans set foot in the scorching sands of Shurima, the desert was filled with unrestrained primal magical power. Between a group of precipitous cliffs and jagged rocks, there is a hidden canyon. There, the ancient Shell people unearthed primordial crystals deep in the desert. Every noble Shell Man will merge with a crystal, and after their death, their consciousness will be stored in the crystal for a long time.

The annihilation of shell human individuals is very rare, as their natural lifespan is thousands of years. And even death does not mean their end. When a Shell Man dies, his Life Crystal is buried in the canyon until a new Shell Man excavates it. This tradition preserves the fragile crystals while preserving and passing on the wisdom of our ancestors.

The number of crystals is limited, and the young Shell Man must go in search of the crystal he was destined for. Similarly, the self-consciousness of the crystal summons its chosen Shell to pass on its own magic and memories. The Shell Man will combine the crystal with his crystal body through a sacred ritual, imprinting the memories and knowledge in the crystal into his mind and receiving the infusion of primordial magical energy. Shell people without crystals can't survive long because they lack the power, longevity, and magic that crystals bestow.

There was a young shell man named Scana who had spent many years searching for the crystal he was destined for. He feared that he would die before he could find the crystal, and with each lunar cycle, he continued his search with greater urgency. He dug underground day and night, exploring the entire canyon and its nearby mountains in a complex spiral trajectory according to specific rules.

Just as Scana was about to give up, he finally felt an ancient consciousness take hold of his mind. He dug down, into depths never explored before, until he felt the heat of the Heart of the World warm his carapace. Many days passed like this, but the realization still drove him on. Skarna's twin claws finally caught a worn crystal, and he heard a rough voice in the back of his head. Although the voice was very faint, he could already feel himself connected to its sentience, and he knew that he had found his own crystal.

The crystal was bigger than anything he had ever seen. Over time, its brilliance has faded into a soft shimmer. Several cracks have appeared on its surface, and it has become dull and rough over the countless years it has been buried deep underground. Skarna touched it very gently, scrutinizing the stone for fear of causing any further damage to such an ancient relic. The soft light inside the crystal pulsated, as if it was responding to Skarna's arrival with its own breath.

Skarna began the ritual of fusion, burying himself and the crystal in the ground, without eating or drinking for weeks. Although he was in agony from extreme fatigue and his limbs were atrophied from hunger, he was not afraid, for the voice within the crystal comforted him. When the crystal finally merged with his body, the emotions of ancient memories overwhelmed and overwhelmed him, and wisdom gave him an epiphany. He witnessed the wonders, joys, sorrows, and sorrows of generations ago. He felt the magic that permeated his body, filling his body through the long-lasting bonds that roared from the depths of the world, and he felt the communication between his fellow citizens, through a fusion of thoughts that did not need words.

Later, the cataclysm caused by several rune wars began to devastate the entire world, and the Shell Terrans, fearing that this upheaval would soon cause their race to be completely wiped out, decided to go into a dormant state, deep underground, waiting for the self-extinction of the human race, which was almost a foregone conclusion. Only then will the Shell Terran be able to safely return to the surface.