"Yes, he brought the Dragon Balls back to Sivanasti. Robobert nodded.

"Then this is Ishtar's Dragon Ball," Rodrith whispered. He narrowed his eyes and sighed longingly and wistfully.

"I don't know much about Dragon Ball. He said coldly and emphatically.

"Except for the part I told you. But I know one thing, half-elves, even if we make it out alive, we won't be unscathed. ”

"What do you mean? Is there any danger here?"

"Is that any difference?" said Rodris, tugging his hand into his sleeve. "You also know that we are bound to enter Sivanasti. Or, would you rather give up your chance to get Dragon Ball?" said Rodlis, who clearly meant something else.

"But if you see any danger, tell us!, we can at least be mentally prepared—" Robert said angrily.

"Then get ready. Rodrith whispered, and then he turned and walked slowly after his brother.

When the sun set, the group crossed the river to the other side. The famous Sivana Stirsen is slowly engulfed in darkness.

The night engulfed the forest like a black river under a ferry that had just been ferried.

They're very slow. An exquisitely carved ferry, with fine ropes and pulleys that go back and forth between the shores, seems to be in good condition at first glance.

But as soon as they stepped aboard the boat and began to sail to the opposite shore, they found that the rope had rotted.

The ferry began to break before their eyes, and the river began to change color, and the reddish-brown water with the smell of blood kept lapping against the hull.

No sooner had they stepped onto the opposite shore than the rope broke in half before their eyes, and the ferry ran down the river.

The sunset faded away, and the night enveloped them completely.

Although the sky was very clear, and there were no clouds to obscure it, there were no stars to be seen.

There is no red or silver moon in the sky. The only light came from the stream, shimmering with an eerie, evil light.

"Rodlis, your staff. Robert said. His voice sounded deafening in the forest.

Even Calamon, who had always been brave, flinched when he heard the voice.

"Schlack" Rodlis recites the incantation to light up the crystal ball. But its glow is cold.

It seemed to only illuminate the mage's strange eyes.

"We have to go into the forest. Rodlis said tremblingly. He turned and staggered into the dark wilderness.

No one spoke, and no one dared to move. They stood on the shore, surrounded by invisible fear.

The fear came for no reason, and because of this illogical feeling, everyone felt a lot of pressure.

Fear came at them from the ground, and it seeped into their limbs, draining their minds and bodies, and the fear penetrated into their brains.

What are you afraid of? Nothing, no reason!

There was nothing to fear them, but the fear of this nothingness was incomparably high, and this sense of powerlessness that they had never felt before eroded their souls.

"Rodrith was right. I—we have to—we have to—we have to go into the forest—find—find a place to stay overnight. Robert said with all his strength and his teeth chattering. "Follow—follow Rodrith. ”

He trembled and stumbled forward, not knowing if anyone was behind him, and he didn't want to know.

He could hear Lena's shouts behind him, and Scarlet Moon tried to pronounce the staccato sound of the prayer on her disobedient lips.

He also heard Calamon tell his brother to stop, and the river wind screamed in fear.

But it didn't matter, he had to run, get out of here! his only goal was the glow on the Rodelith staff.

In desperation, he followed the mage into the forest. When Robert finally reached the tree, he found that all his strength had been drained.

He was too frightened to move, trembling to his knees, and threw himself forward, his hands clutching at the ground.

"Rodrith!" he said fearfully.

But there is nothing the mage can do. The last thing Robert saw was that Rodrith's staff slowly fell from Rodrith's bloodless hand and fell to the ground.

These trees, these beautiful forests for which Sivanasti is famous, have been arranged and designed over the years to become a rare beauty in the world.

Robert was surrounded by trees, but now they had betrayed their owners and turned into a living, horrific garden. Even the leaves emit an eerie green glow.

Robert looked around in horror. He'd seen many weird things in his life, but nothing was so terrifying as what he was looking for.

Maybe it would drive him crazy, he thought. He wandered around impatiently, but could not find a way to escape.

All around was full of trees, the ancient trees of Sivanasti, the deformed, hideous trees.

Every tree around him was smoked in eternal torment, as if even his soul could not be released.

The twisted branches were like the limbs of a soul, bent in pain.

The twisted roots of the tree peeked out of the ground, trying in vain to leave the place.

The vitality of the tree flowed alive from the large hole in the trunk, and the rustle of the leaves became a wail of pain.

The trees of Sivanasti were affected by this and seemed to shed red tears of blood.

Robert had no way of figuring out where he was, or how much time had passed, all he remembered was that he unconsciously made his way towards the Tower of Stars, watching it slowly emerge from the treetops.

He kept walking, and met nothing in his way. Then he heard the kander's frightened screams, like some kind of wounded critter.

He turned to see Wade scared him pointing to the shape-shaped-trees, and suddenly realized that the Kand weren't supposed to be here.

There was also a gray-faced Stone beside him, a bloodless face with fear, and Hubble, who couldn't stop crying, and Hubble, whose eyes widened in fear.

Robert stepped forward and hugged Lorana, though his arms could clearly feel the warmth of human flesh.

But his sanity clearly told him that she wasn't here.

Even when she was holding him, the feeling was even more unsettling.

Then he stood in front of the prison-like woods, and felt the atmosphere of terror grow stronger.

Suddenly, all sorts of twisted and deformed animals rushed out of the woods and pounced on the group.

Roberta countered with his weapon, but his weapon shook limply in his hand. He was forced to look away from these terrifying creatures.

Riding horses, mixed in with the group of monsters are tall elven warriors.

They had no muscles in their bodies, no eyeballs in their eye frames, and only a piece of white forest on their elegant arms.

With a gleaming sword in his hand, he rushed around the crowd and sucked the blood of the living. But as soon as they are struck by a weapon, they disappear like a light smoke.

But the damage they did was real. As Calamon battled a vicious wolf with a poisonous snake on his body, he looked up to see an elven warrior silently approaching him, spear raised and ready to stab.

He screamed and cried out, begging for his brother's help.

Rodrith pronounced, "Pacasl Carra." Sho - Alain, Sue. Kali Kalaran "A ball of fireball flew out of the mage's hand and shot straight at the elf...... But it didn't work at all.

It raised its spear aloft and stabbed with incredible force, piercing through Calamon's armor and piercing through his muscles, pinning him firmly to the trunk behind him.

The elven warrior pulled his weapon from Karamon's shoulder. Calamon threw himself on the ground, his blood mixed with the sap from the trunk.

With unimaginable anger, Rodrith took out a silver dagger from the pocket on his arm and shot it at the elf, causing him to disappear without a trace, along with the man and the horse.

Calamon still fell helplessly to the ground, his arms and shoulders remaining with only a few muscle connections.

Scarlet Moon began to bow her head and pray for him, but her faith began to waver in the boundless fear, and she couldn't even pronounce the prayer correctly.

"Help me, Misha Kai. "Crimson Moon prays," help me heal my friend. ”

The wounds of horror slowly began to heal. Although the blood still kept pouring out, the Grim Reaper had spared the warrior for the time being. Rodrith knelt beside his brother and talked to him. Suddenly, the mage shut up.

He stared at the woods behind Calamon, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"It's you!" said Rodrith hoarsely.

"Who?" Calamon asked weakly, hearing the utter of surprise and fear in Rodrith's voice.

Dahan looked at the green light in front of him, but he couldn't see anything. "What do you mean?"

But Rodlis focused on talking to the other subject and did not answer.

"I need your help," Rodlis said solemnly. "Now, it's the same as before. ”

Calamon saw his brother stretch out his hand, as if crossing a great chasm, and he felt inexplicably frightened.

"No, little brother!" he grabbed his brother in a panic. Rodlis's hand was lowered.

"Our agreement is still the same. What? you want more?" said Rodrith was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Say it!"

The mage listened for a long time.

Calamon looked at his brother carefully, noticing that his yellowed face had turned pale.

Rodrith closed his eyes, as if he were swallowing the bitter juice. Finally he lowered his head.

"I accept. ”

Calamon screamed as he looked at Rodlis's robe, symbolizing his completely neutral red-robed stance in this world.

It slowly turns blood red, dark red, and finally darker...... until black.

"I accept. Rodlis said more calmly. "At the same time, we understand that the future can be changed. What are we going to do?"

He listened. Calamon grabbed his hand and wailed in despair.

"How are we going to make it to the tower alive?" asked Rodrith about his invisible mentor. He listened carefully again, then nodded.

"I'll get what I need? good, good luck, if you're going to have good luck on your terrible journey. ”

Rodrith stood up, his black robe waving in the wind beside him.

Ignoring Calamon's sobs and Crimson's surprise at seeing the black hug, the mage began to search for Robert.

He found the half-elves, who were leaning against a tree, battling a group of elves who were not tireless.

Rodrith calmly pulled out a handful of rabbit fur and charcoal from his bag. He rubbed them with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and began to say, "Z Kiranan, Kyle Norton." Soshaun Sue.

Kali Jaslan". Several bolts of lightning flew from his fingertips, cutting through the green air and shooting at the elven warriors.

In an instant, they disappeared along with the lightning. Robert stumbled backwards, seemingly exhausted.

Rodlis stood in a clearing surrounded by trees.

"Come to me!" the mage ordered his companion.

Robert hesitated. The elven warriors kept sprinting along the edge of the clearing, but as soon as Rodrith raised his hand, it was as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

"Stand by my side. "For the first time since Rodrith accepted the trials in the Tower of the Magiers, everyone was surprised that he spoke in a normal voice.

"Hurry up," he said again. "They won't attack now, they're afraid of me. But there's no way I can stop them all the time. ”

Robert stepped forward, his face pale under his red beard, and the wound on his forehead was bleeding.

Scarlet Moon helped Calamon staggering forward. He clutched his bleeding arm, his expression twisted in pain.

Slowly, one by one, everyone walked into the protective circle, and in the end, only Stone was left standing outside the circle.

"I knew it was going to end up like this. The knight said slowly. "I'd rather die than accept your protection, Rodris. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the knight turned and walked deeper into the forest. Robert saw the leader of the elves gesticulating, and his terrifying legions followed.

The half-elf began to stride forward, and then felt an unusually strong hand grasp him.

"Let him go. "The mage said solemnly, 'Or we will all fall.' I know how to fix this, but I don't have that much time.

We must try to get into the Tower of Stars. We have to risk our lives, because every terrible creature in this nightmare, every transfiguring being, will do everything in its power to stop us.

But you have to know one thing first: we're in a dream, in a nightmare for Rollak.

It's also our own nightmare. We can foresee our future, or we can be dragged down.

Remember, while our bodies are awake, our minds are asleep.

Unless we really believe, death exists only in your heart-"

"Then why can't we wake up?" asked Robert, angrily.

"Because Rorac's beliefs are too strong, and yours are not so persistent.

When you can finally convince yourself that this is indeed a dream, that is when you wake up. “

"If that's true. Robert asked, "If you believe it was a dream, then why didn't you wake up?"

"Maybe," said Rodrith with a smile, "I'd rather not wake up." ”

"I don't understand!" Robert cried out in frustration.

"You'll understand. Rodrith prophesied solemnly.

"Or you'll die. Either way, the results didn't make much difference anyway. ”