"How does it feel to be weak and afraid, dear brother?" he asked softly.

Rodrith turned and stepped over the doors of the Tower of Stars, where the bodies of Lena and Wade disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

As soon as Stone, Robert, and Ella arrived at the bottom of the tower, they saw a body lying in the grass.

Phantom ghosts and elven warriors began to surround him, screaming as they continued to attack with the cold weapons in their hands.

"Calamon!" Robert cried out in breakdown.

"What about his brother?" Stone squinted at Ella, "no doubt abandoning him." ”

Robert shook his head, and the crowd ran up to help him.

Stone and Ella use their swords to stop the ghosts, and Robert begins to inspect Calamon, who is badly wounded.

Calamon opened his blurred eyes, barely recognizable to Robert in the blood-red in front of him.

He tried to speak.

"Protect Rodrith, Robert—" Calamon coughed up a mouthful of blood. "I'm not going to be around him anymore, help me take care of him. ”

"Take care of Rodrith?!" Robert asked angrily. "He's leaving you here to die, wait for death!" Robert hugged Calamon, who closed his eyes tiredly.

"No, you're wrong, Robert. I told him to go......" The warrior's head leaned forward weakly.

Night began to envelop them. The elves are all gone. Stone and Kira stood side by side with the dead warrior.

"What did I just tell you?" Ston asked rudely.

"Poor Calamon. Ella crouched beside Calamon. "I always knew it was going to be like this. ”

She was silent for a moment, then whispered, "So my little Rodrith finally has real power," she said mockingly to herself.

"It was bought for your brother's life!"

Ella turned her head to look at Robert, as if trying to understand what he was saying. Then she shrugged and looked down at Calamon lying in a pool of her own blood. "Poor child. She whispered.

Stone covered the warrior's body with his cloak, and the group began to search the entrance to the tower.

"Robert—" Stone said, pointing in front of him.

"Oh, no, not Wade. Robert muttered. "And Lena. ”

The body of the Kander was right behind the door, his small limbs curled up from the effects of the poison. Beside him lay Lena, her red hair drenched in a pool of blood.

Robert knelt beside them, and the small package that the Kanders had carried with him was opened, and the things scattered in the dying struggle.

Robert saw the golden glitter. He stooped down and picked up a ring made by an elf, carved in the form of ivy.

His vision began to blur, his hands covered his face, and tears began to slide down his face.

"Robert, there's nothing we can do about it. Stone placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"We have to move on and put an end to this whole nightmare. If I can't, then I'll at least kill Rodrith before I die. ”

Death was but an illusion, it was just a dream, Robert kept reading. That's what the Master said, and he saw what the Master did.

I'll wake up, and he's used all his willpower to believe it's a dream.

But when he opened his eyes again, the corpse of the Kanders still appeared mercilessly before his eyes.

Robert clutched the ring in his hand and followed the other two into the moss-covered marble walkway.

Delicate paintings hang high on gold shelves on the walls. A ghostly glimmer shone through the tall, smudged window.

This walkway may have been beautiful in the past, but now even the murals on the walls smell of death.

The three of them walked along, slowly noticing a room at the end of the hallway glowing with a strange green light.

Everyone could feel the energy contained in the green light, as if it was hitting their faces like a warm sun.

"The center of evil. Robert said. His heart was filled with all kinds of agitated emotions, anger, remorse, and the urge for revenge.

He began to run forward, but the green light seemed to be solid, and the air around him began to squeeze towards him, and finally it took a lot of effort to even take a step.

Ella stumbled beside him, and although Robert was too busy to take care of himself, he reached out a hand to put his arm around Ella.

Ella's face was covered in sweat, and her black hair clung to her soaked forehead.

Her eyes were filled with fear, and it was the first time Robert had seen her so scared.

Stone began to gasp violently, gradually unable to support his body in heavy armor.

At first, they didn't seem to be making any progress at all. Slowly, they found themselves moving inch by inch, towards the room that glowed green.

The light was now too strong to look at, and every step required more effort.

They were exhausted, their lungs burning like fire, and their muscles aching.

Just as Robert felt like he could no longer take a step, he heard a voice calling his name.

He lifted his head, which was in severe pain, and saw Lolana standing in front of him, sword in hand, and she seemed to be completely unaffected by the pressure around her, running towards him with joy.

"You're alright! I've been waiting—" She swallowed back and looked at the woman Robert was holding.

"Who—" Lolana asked, and then she suddenly understood. This is the human woman, Ella. The woman Robert loved, her face turned pale and then turned blood red.

"Lorana—" Robert felt overwhelmed, feeling a heavy sense of guilt for the fact that he had made her sad.

"Robert!stone!" shouted Ella, pointing behind her.

Everyone heard the horror in her voice, and immediately turned to look at the green-stained walkway.

"Dallas Teslo, Terahas!" Stone said in Solanian in surprise.

At the end of the corridor is a giant green dragon named Azure Bloodstorm, one of the few dragons on Candela.

Only the largest red dragon would be bigger than it.

It smelled steel, humans, elven flesh and blood, and searched the hallways, emitting an unbelievable green light. It looked at everyone with blazing eyes.

They couldn't move, too frightened by what they saw, and they could only watch as the dragon smashed through the corridors as if the marble were nothing more than dried mud. It opened its jaws, and the blue walked down the hallway towards them.

They can't do anything. The weapon swayed uselessly in the stiff hands. Their minds were full of their own deaths. As the dragon approached, a shadow emerged from the aisle that no one had noticed, standing in front of them.

"Rodrith!" Stone said quietly. "I swear by the gods that you will pay for your brother's death!"

The knight forgot about the dragon in front of him, and only Calamon's stiff body was in his head, and he pounced on the mage with his sword raised. Rodrith just glared at him coldly.

"Kill me, knight, and you will destroy yourself and all of them with your own hands.

Because of my magic, it is only through my magic that you have a chance to defeat the Blue Scarlet Fury!"

"Stop, Stone!" Although his heart was also filled with hatred, Robert knew that the mage was right.

He could feel the powerful aura emanating from Rodlis's black robes. "We need his strength. ”

"No," Stone shook his head, and Rodrith approached the group as he stepped back.

"I've said before that I'm not going to rely on him for protection. Not now. Goodbye, Robert. ”

Before anyone could react, Stone walked past Rodlis, towards the Blue Scarlet Fury.

The green dragon awaited his first challenge since he had conquered Sivanasti, swinging his head eagerly.

Robert clung to Rodrith. "Think of a way!"

"The knight blocked me. The spells I cast will kill him, too. Rodrith replied.

"Stone!" Robert shouted, his voice echoing hollowly.

The knight hesitated. He listened, but not Robert.

What he heard was a clear, loud trumpet, the sound of which was as crisp as the icy air of his hometown's snow-capped mountains.

The mere sound of the horn soothed his soul, which was covered by fear and despair.

Stone responded to the trumpet with a cry of joy. He held up his sword, an antique of kingfishers and roses on the scabbard that had been handed down by his father. A broken window shone in a streak of moonlight, and the silver moonlight reflected off the blade, piercing through the dense, evil green light.

The horn sounded again, and Stone responded again, but this time he couldn't make a sound. Because the sound of the trumpet has been transposed, it is no longer sweet and clear, and its voice is rude and full of mockery.

No!, Stone thought as he approached the Green Dragon. It was the sound of the enemy's horn! He had been tricked into a trap! He could see surrounded by dragonman soldiers, laughing at his stupidity and carelessness.

Stone stopped, his hand gripped and began to sweat in his glove. The invincible dragon was right in front of him, surrounded by countless soldiers, each licking their lips, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Fear built up in Stone's chest, and his skin became icy and sticky. The horn sounded three times, and this time it was even more terrifying and evil. It's all over. Everything makes no sense.

Death and a shameless fate awaited him. Despair gripped him, and he looked around helplessly. What about Robert? He couldn't find Robert when he needed him.

He kept reciting helplessly the knight's creed, "Honor is my life", but the words sounded empty and meaningless to his ears. He's not a knight. What does this creed mean to him?

He had been living in a foolish dream of self-deception! Stone's sword began to tremble, and then fell to the ground;

His wound lay on the ground, and he fell to his knees like a child and sobbed, unwilling to face the fear in front of him.

A flick of the claws of the Blue Scarlet Fury ended Stone's life, and the Blue Scarlet Fury pierced his body with its claws before throwing him to the ground in disdain.

Hordes of dragonmen swarmed up to chop him into meat sauce.

But they were blocked. A figure glowing silver in the moonlight ran towards the knight's body. Lolana quickly lowered her body and picked up Stone's sword. Then she straightened up, facing the dragonmen.

"If you dare to touch him, you will die," she said with tears in her eyes.

"Lorana!" Robert screamed, trying to run forward to help her.

But the dragonman pounced on him, and he could only slash desperately, trying to get close to the elven woman. As he was about to reach Lorana, he heard Ella calling out his name.

He looked back and saw that she was surrounded by four dragonmen. The half-elf hesitated to stop, and at that moment, Lorana's body was pierced by a dragonman's sword and fell on Stone's body.

"No, Lorana!" Robert yelled and rushed at her. But he heard Ella cry for help again, and he stopped and held his head, not knowing what to do, and watched as Ella fell under the attack of the enemy.

The half-elf sobbed in confusion, feeling like he was on the verge of madness, longing for death to put an end to the suffering.

He grabbed Kes, Kanan's magic sword, and charged at the green dragon, his only thought was to kill the enemy, or simply be killed.

But Rodrith stood in his way, standing like an obsidian tombstone in front of the dragon.

Robert fell to the ground, knowing that his death was sealed. He clutched the gold ring in his hand and waited for death to come.

Then he heard the mage chant a powerful incantation, and the dragon roared in anger and pain.

The two are in a fight to the death, but Robert doesn't want to care. He closed his eyes tightly and listened to all the voices of the outside world, except for one thing that still had meaning - the gold ring he held in his hand.

Suddenly, Robert could clearly feel the ring pressing against his palm: the metal felt cold, and the edges were rough. He could feel the carved pattern on it slicing through his palm.

Robert closed his eyes and gripped the ring firmly. The gold pressed against him, sinking deep into his flesh. Pain...... It hurts......

So I'm dreaming!

Robert opened his eyes. The silver glow of Thorinari and the red glow of Nurin Zenri shone on the tower in front of him. He lay on a cold marble floor. His hands clenched tightly, and he woke himself up in pain.

Pain—ring—nightmare!—Robert remembered the dream he had just had, and sat up in horror. But there was only one person in the entire hall. Rodrith was slumped against the wall, coughing.

The half-elf struggled to his feet and staggered towards Rodlis. The closer he got, the more he could see blood on Rhodelis's lips, like the blood-red robes that wore over his thin body.

It was a painful dream, Robert thought.

Robert opened his hand - nothing.

The half-elves looked around the hall. The place was as empty as his hand. The bodies of the friends are gone, and the green dragon is gone.

A cold wind blew from a broken wall, blowing through the red of Rodlis's body and rolling up the dead leaves on the ground.

The half-elf walked up to Rodrith, just in time to grab the young mage who was slowly falling.

It turned out that all this was just a dream. Thankfully, it was just a nightmare that never happened.