"But he's dead," she whispered, looking at the gem that glittered in the silver moonlight.

"I know that death has taken him. That's not going to change. But, this light—"

Startled by a rustling sound, Albert stepped back, afraid that the shape-shaped tree on Roulac's grave would grab her with twisted branches.

But right in front of her eyes, she saw that the tree was no longer twisted.

The branch was silent for a moment, and then, with a sigh.

They reach out to the sky, the trunks straighten, the bark smooth, and sparkles in the silvery moonlight.

The tree no longer spills blood. The leaves felt life flow into their veins again.

Albert was taken aback. Standing up unsteadily, she looked around.

Nothing else has changed. The other trees were the same—only this one, only the one on Rorak's grave had changed.

I'm probably crazy, she thought. She turned her head in fear to look at the tree more closely.

Yes, it has changed. As she watched, it slowly grew more beautiful.

Albert carefully hung the star diamond back to his chest. Then she turned and walked towards the Tower of Stars. There are still many things to do before she returns to Atlantis.

The next morning, as the sun hung over the mournful Sivanasti Forest, Albert looked at the forest.

Everything is still the same, and the poisonous green fog still hangs in the sky.

Nothing will change, she knows, until the elves return here and try to restore its beauty.

Nothing has changed except for the tree on Rolac's grave.

"Goodbye, Rorack," cried Albert, "until the day we return." ”

She summoned her griffon, climbed on its sturdy back, and gave the order firmly.

The griffon spread its wings and soared into the sky, hovering over the battered forests of Sivanasti.

Albert gave the order, and it turned westward and began its long flight to Atlantis.

Below, in the Sivanasti Forest, a beautiful tree stands alone, creating a strong contrast with the surrounding dark forest.

It swayed in the winter wind, singing softly, reaching out to protect Rorac's grave from the darkness and waiting for spring to come.

"Hey, Belclery. There's a way here...... It's weird.

We've been hunting in this forest for so long, how come we've never seen this road?"

"What's so strange. The wildfires burned some bushes, but that's about it.

I don't know if it's just a beast's path. “

"Let's take a look. If this is a trail for beasts, maybe we can find a deer.

We've been out hunting all day and haven't caught anything. I hate going home empty-handed. ”

She didn't wait for my answer, and turned and walked down the trail. I shrugged and followed.

Today, the first warm day after the end of winter, feels very comfortable in the wilderness. The sun was shining warmly on my shoulders and neck.

It's easy to walk through this freshly burned wildfire-stricken forest, and no vines will trip you;

No bushes will pull your clothes. Lightning, maybe that thunderstorm last fall.

We've been walking for so long, and I'm finally starting to feel tired. She was wrong, it wasn't a trail for animals to walk.

This is the way people walked, and it is very old. Just like usual.

We're not going to find any prey.

fires, and then bitter winters. The beasts either fled first. There may be no fresh meat to eat tonight.

Went further. The sun now hangs high in the sky. I was tired and hungry. There was no sign of any living creatures around.

"Let's go back, sister. There's nothing here......"

She stopped and sighed. She was hot and tired, and disappointed, I could tell.

She was in so much pain. She worked so hard that she had to work as a man in addition to a woman's job.

Just when she was supposed to be at home to receive the affection of her suitors, she went out hunting. I think she's beautiful.

People say we look alike, but I know they're wrong. It's just because we're close, closer than any brother or sister.

Because we have to be close, our lives are too hard......

"I think you're right, Belcleral.

I can't see any footprints...... Wait, brother...... Look over there. What's that?"

I saw a sparkling blob, all the colors seemed to mingle in the sunlight, and the whole of Candela's jewels seemed to jump into the same basket.

Her eyes widened. "Maybe it's the door to the rainbow!"

Ridiculous idea. I smiled, only to find myself running forward involuntarily.

It was difficult to keep up with her, and although I was stronger than her, she moved as fast as a deer.

We ran to a clearing in the forest. If lightning did hit this forest, this must be the place where it was hit.

The surrounding area was scorched earth, as if it had been baked by the flames of high temperature.

I noticed that there used to be a building here. Broken, broken pillars stretched out from the ground to the sky, as if white bones pierced from the muscles of nothingness.

Heavy pressure stagnates in this place.

There is no grass growing here, and it may not have grown in a while. I want to leave, but I can't......

What I saw was the most beautiful and amazing sight I had ever seen in my dreams and in my life...... A broken pillar with gems inlaid with it.

I don't know anything about gemstones, but I can tell that these gems are worth a fortune.

My body began to tremble. Running briskly, I knelt beside the burnt black stone and began to brush away the dust and filth from it.

She knelt beside me.

"Béclaire, it's amazing! Have you ever seen anything like this? ”

She looked around and I could feel her shivering.

"I don't know what it used to be, there was a sense of majesty, sacredness, but also evil.

This must be a temple before the Cataclysm.

A temple dedicated to the evil gods...... What are you doing, Berclery?"

I took out my hunting knife and began to knock off the stones around a gem, an emerald that shone brightly, as big as my fist, and more beautiful than the sunlight shining on the green leaves.

The rocks around the gem soon loosened under my knife. target

"Stop, Belclery!" her voice was sharp.

"This—this is a great disrespect, this place is a holy place for some god. I can feel it!"

I could feel the cold touch of the gem, but it was like a green flame inside, and I ignored her protests.

"You've said this is the gateway to the rainbow!

As in the fairy tale, we found the treasure.

If this is a sacred place of God, it must have been abandoned for a long time.

Look around you, there's only a pile of rubble left around. If they really want to, they should take care of it.

Even if I do take these gems, there is no ...... God would mind."

"Belcleral!"

There was fear in her voice! She was really scared! Stupid girl, she was starting to annoy me.

The gem is almost loose. I'm going to keep digging it up.

"Look, Angela. "I was shaking with excitement. I'm a little speechless.

"We have nothing, everything has been taken away by the fire and the winter.

These jewels can be sold for a good price in the market in Gagas and can get us out of this damn place.

We can move to the city, maybe to Paranzas!

I know you'd love to see the view over there......"

"No, Berclery, I'm not allowed, you're blaspheming the gods!"

Her voice was very harsh.

I've never seen her look like this! I hesitated for a moment.

I stepped back, away from the pillar and the jewel on it. I also started to feel that something was wrong. But those jewels are so beautiful!

When I looked at them, they sparkled in the sun.

There is no god here, no god who cares. No god cares about these things. These gems are encased in rotten, broken pillars.

I bent down and dug up the gem with my hunting knife.

Its verdant greenery is incredible, like a small emerald life that has just sprouted in spring......

"Beclere! stop!" her hand grabbed my arm, her nails digging deep into my muscles. It hurts......

I started to get angry, just like I usually do, my vision was blurry, and I felt something in my body swelling bigger and bigger.

My head kept shaking until my eyes seemed to fly out of their sockets.

"Leave me alone!" I heard a roar, it was my own voice!

I pushed hard.

She fell.

Everything happened so fast. She kept falling down. I didn't mean to.

Be sure to catch her.

But I couldn't move.

She collapsed on the broken pillar.

Blood...... Blood......

"Xiao Jie!" I whispered, picking her up.

But she didn't answer me. Blood covered up those jewels. They don't shine anymore, like her eyes. The light is gone......

Then the earth cracked suddenly—pillars rose from the charred earth into the sky.

A thick darkness enveloped me, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest......

"Belcleral!"

Marstel stood on the foredeck, looking at her helmsman.

"Belcleral, I told you. There's a storm coming. I want to nail the ship around the ship.

What are you doing? Stand there looking at the sea. Do you think you are a monument?

Hurry up, you slacker, I won't pay the statue!"

Berclaire was taken aback.

His face was unusually pale, and he cowered in front of Marstel's anger, making the captain of the brigade feel as if he were venting his anger on a child.

"Everything is a phantom, everything will pass. Berclere couldn't remember which philosopher had said it. He felt that anything could be explained by it.