Located in a remote palace in the Blessed Lands in the western part of the world of Alda.

A gray mist like clouds rippled in the foreground, and a group of female elves lowered their heads to concentrate on the work at hand, occasionally looking up at the obscure and deep clouds, as if they could see something in them.

At the front of the palace here, a silver-haired woman in a grey dress was the same.

In front of her is a tapestry stretched on an ancient loom, and as the woman moves, the painting on the tapestry gradually takes shape.

In the painting, dark clouds are surging, the environment is bleak, and an old man with a white beard collapses weakly at the entrance of a deep cave, while beside him a young elf is half-kneeling and holding his hand.

Dark clouds, devil's caves, grief, death......

The colourful colours accompanied by the woman's exquisite craftsmanship make this tapestry painting seem vivid and lifelike.

However, it also revealed the deep sadness.

When the last corner of the painting was knitted, the silver-haired woman's hand stopped. Then he put down the tools in his hand: "Your Highness Verry, will Eor be summoned by Lord Namu?" ”

"I can't guess where the soul belongs, but Eor's heart has long since fallen into ......darkness," a quiet voice sounded quietly from within.

The silver-haired woman lowered her head when she heard this, and her face was sad.

"You're sad?"

"I just thought of my family, and that Kanir was so similar to my son." She said in a deep voice.

Fëanor lost her mother after birth. And that Carnier was also separated from his relatives not long after he was born.

waited until he found his father with great difficulty, but he faced life and death.

This seemed to coincide with what she was facing.

After a long period of confusion in the temple of the soul, she chose to be resurrected, only to find her son in the eastern land, and because of the many sins he had committed, he would never be allowed to be reborn......

"We weave the story of the world, but we can only be a spectator, which sometimes allows me to see many problems, but also brings a lot of trouble......"

The emotions contained in the faint sigh are complex.

The quiet voice in her heart didn't reply to her anymore, and it seemed that there was nothing more to say.

But in reality, she's looking at something else.

The discussion of the belonging of Eol's soul is also played out in another place.

In the vast hall covered with tapestries of paintings, there are gray mist as if clouds descending on the surface, and in the fog there are hazy figures shuttling or standing.

Most of them were silent, except for the occasional flickering of their eyes looking into the depths of the gray mist.

A blue-haired man was walking side by side with a gray-haired man at this time, and the hazy presence around him avoided it.

It seems that the behavior of the two is very indifferent, but their verbal exchange is quietly unfolding.

"As the master of the soul, why does the elder brother claim that he can't help?"

"I can't summon souls who have fallen into darkness here, it's beyond my right." The gray-haired man beside him replied lightly.

"Even if Eol's contributed to that deed, can't it?"

His real purpose was only to help Garnier increase his prestige, not to do it out of good intentions. It is also a proof that he has fallen. ”

"So, can't or don't you want to?" The blue-haired man continued to press.

After a brief moment of silence, the gray-haired man looked sideways at his titular brother.

"You seem to be particularly concerned about Nakanir?"

"And what Vera isn't paying attention to that little guy right now?"

"No," Grey Hair smiled faintly, his dark eyes deep and mysterious, "but we just waited and watched, and you ended up in person." ”

"I don't understand what my brother is saying, play?"

"Your quibbles are so weak that nothing happens in this world can hide from my eyes."

The gray-haired man said expressionlessly, "You not only ran to talk to her, but also tried to bring about a union between the daughter of Merian and Carnir, do you think I didn't see it?" ”

"I just think they're a good match, it's a shame not to make a couple." The blue-haired man simply and indirectly admitted the incident.

"That's what you think?"

“…… Well, I'm not happy with what was supposed to happen. The blue-haired man said, "Just like when you instructed Esther to marry Singar without Esther's consent." ”

In ancient times, when Queen Merian of Dorias was in the blessed land, she served Esther, the wife of Irmu, and lived in the garden of Ilmu all year round.

"So when Merian asked you to facilitate her daughter's affair with Garnier, you simply agreed?"

The voice of Namu, who is in charge of the soul and the judgment of fate in Vera, is still cold, but there is a questioning mood in it.

"Do you know that your actions have ruined some of the things that the Grand Movement had set for it?"

The blue-haired Yiermu was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then said casually: "What does it matter, the established fate has been destroyed, and there is not much more than me...... My brother is the proclaimer of fate, but now he can't see the future anymore, right? ”

The conversation fell into a longer silence.

Eventually, the gray-haired man spoke, "I only hope that you only want to help them because of your good thoughts, not because of your own thoughts. You have to remember that Alda's fate is as determined by himself, and if he pursues it, then no good will come to an end for all the destroyers. ”

These words made the blue-haired man's face complicated.

"You are in charge of dreams, but don't dream all day long, Ardashan cannot achieve the true consummation you envisioned, so things will always work out of what we want—"

The cold voice suddenly paused, and Yi Ermu, who was listening, felt quite strange, and looked over, only to find that his brother, who had always been calm, was looking at the churning gray mist in front of him at this time with a wry smile.

"What's going on again?"

"Go ask Ollie!"

……

The gloomy and dark sky was still the same, and the trembling of the three volcanoes behind them, after a long brew, quietly returned to calm as if the flames had been extinguished.

It's just that it's hard to say whether this calm is really calm or whether the storm is coming.

A fierce burst of fire gas wrapped the withered corpse tightly, and the surrounding cold wind spread along with the heat of the flames, making the surging fire sway.

Beside her, Lucien was still asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

Charles stood before the fire until the last of the flames were extinguished, then stepped forward, wrapped the charred wreckage in the cloak he had taken off and hung it around his waist, then turned back and picked up Lucien and hurried south.

The people have passed away, and the sadness is haunted in the heart, but the most important thing at this time is not the sorrow.

The most important thing now is to get away from the foot of the volcano, to a safe place, and then carefully sort out what happened to you.

"Fortunately, the soul of this world cannot be completely destroyed, and I still have a chance to resurrect him."

He muttered to comfort himself, and when he saw a group of elven cavalry in the south of the steppe coming to meet him, he paused.

One last glance at the rugged hills and towering volcano at the end, he secretly decided that no matter how long it was, he had to find a way to resurrect Eor.

However, as he thought so, he suddenly noticed something unusual in his hand.

When I looked down, I found that the bronze ring I was wearing on my left hand was gone at this moment......