The central tower is also known as the "Tower of Mages" by all the mages in Thras. "This is the place where the speaker sleeps, and at the same time, all the classics, history, geography, legends, myths, runes, and runes of the whole of Thras are concentrated.www.biquge.info

But almost all of the books cannot be read, and no one can read them as long as they involve all the books that preceded the fall of the Black Mist of the previous era. It's like Muggles who don't have any talent for runes are memorizing runes, even if you know the meaning of the symbols on them, or force them to memorize, they will forget them afterwards. And the same is true of flipping through books, everyone, whether ordinary mages or legends, lost the ability to read almost all the documents of the previous era at the moment when the black fog fell.

This made everyone very scared. The people, who could not understand this strange phenomenon at the time, asked the Speaker, who was not yet asleep, but was only met with a helpless wry smile, and he did not respond.

This almost made the mages lose their ability to cast spells, until the speaker and some people discovered that the runes that were not so brilliant in their previous lives shone in the Black Mist Age, and gave the mages the opportunity and ability to continue to move forward and protect themselves. Yes, runes can be used.

Under the protection of the barrier locks, the mages of Thras live in the shadow of prophecy, and the upper echelons either struggle to move forward in despair and worry, occasionally having to deal with some terrible monsters that can desperately break through the barrier, or enjoy themselves, while the mages and civilians at the bottom live in relative comfort and deceit, believing in the truth that "the barrier is the eternal world", and living their lives in a modest life.

Thras is large, big enough to sustain a modest ecosystem, enough for an average person who has never heard of "Barrier" to think that this is a whole world.

But for those who have ambitions and vain attempts to break through the shackles of prophecy, this is actually not a big place, and at the speed of some of them, it will not take long to cross the barrier.

The space within the Central Tower is not layered and needs to be pushed upwards, although it does look like it should be.

An old woman named Mion was standing in a small, dark hallway, holding a cane in one hand, looking ahead with her ugly, muddy triangular eyes.

Ahead is the next floor, the upper floor of the Central Tower, where you just need to take a step forward and step forward if you want to "go up" from the outside world.

But Mion couldn't move forward again, and the realm ahead was not hers.

A young man with a hood and a long robe was standing opposite her, not far from her, in a warm, bright, wide space with a faint blue glow in the air, holding a book in one hand—and not holding it, which was hovering in his hand, slowly turning the pages.

The young man didn't look at him either, judging by the opening of the hood, he was just looking at the book in his hand.

This made Mion feel slightly annoyed, it had been a long time since she had enjoyed that attentive gaze from the other party, though she herself had not liked that feeling a long time ago - and it wasn't the first time she had felt annoyed.

"Loris," she whispered, her voice echoing her voice in the dark space, a faint howl coming from the endless darkness behind her, red blood spreading from the ground, the smell of blood beginning to spread, and the lamps hanging from the edge of the wall began to glow faintly red.

Of course, this is only limited to the area on her side.

"Loris," the shriveled voice still passed through the two distinct areas, and the tone of his voice intensified under the second repetition, so that the gaze under the burqa had to be cast in the direction of the old woman: "Look at me, Lloris, you should look at me." ”

There was no response from the man under the burqa.

"Loris ......" the old woman tried to make her voice a little sad, but in fact it only became a little more unpleasant, "Your reaction really hurts my heart...... You weren't like this before. ”

The shadow of the dark shadow behind the old woman was reflected on the wall illuminated by an ominous red light, twitching and chaotic. Crying came from the far and deep rear, containing despair and endless malice.

"Ouch......" The man under the burqa sighed, and the book floating in his hand lost the support of some kind of strength, and returned to the somewhat overly wide palm of Loris: "We seem to be repeating such a conversation, again and again. ”

As he spoke, the hood covering his head fell automatically, revealing his still young and handsome face, and Loris, with her long silky hair, looked a little feminine with her somewhat neutral face.

"There will be a difference, dear. Mion grinned, making the wrinkles on her face even more, and she smiled at the young man across from her, trying to take a step forward: "Every time it will be different. ”

With her step, the darkness also pressed towards the space of Lloris, and the distant whispers and howls that were originally just far behind the old woman immediately rushed towards this side like a torrent, accompanied by the strong wind, countless indescribable, terrifying things clinging to the darkness, hiding in the shadows, staring at the young man standing opposite with his own malicious gaze.

Loris felt the abundant power, accompanied by a huge wind that seemed to be real, and made him almost take a step back, his robe hunting agitation, and his hair blowing back, but Loris quickly froze, the book in his hand refloated, and the surface emitted a faint blue light, while he himself chanted the incantation aloud, and his eyes radiated a light, and one hand against the darkness that was close at hand and the direction of the old woman staring at him, in his eyes, the darkness seemed to turn into a monstrous beast, to devour him。

But it's still a little worse.

Loris blocked.

Under the collision of the two forces, it was the darkness that stopped the active erosion first, and everything came quickly, and the recovery was extremely fast.

Loris's pressure disappeared suddenly, he gasped, slowly lowered his still raised hand, and looked at the old woman in front of him.

"You still think you have the ability to break through your fate, but in fact you are just in vain, because at the end of the prophecy you don't even have any explanation, you have no meaning. He whispered.

"That's not fate!" the old woman roared, as if angry at her own failure, "just a prophecy! He can't even be called a god!

Mion said, throwing away the staff in his hand, and slammed it towards the inexplicable barrier that was blocking the space on both sides, and the space on Loris's side was a loud noise: "Even fate can't restrain my will! Fate! It's just a sad joke!"

As she spoke, the figure faded into the barrier.

The young man sat down on the ground weakly, looking at the books that were also scattered on the ground, and the handwriting on them gradually faded.

"She's just not willing to ......?" the young man asked softly to himself.