He had no way to resist anymore. Ariakas struggled helplessly, begging for the darkness to finally help him.

She will only give up the weak.

Just as she watched Vinriacas kill her father, she watched Ereakas fall, shouting her name.

After Eriakas fell, the hall fell silent.

The crown of power fell from his head, slamming into a pool of blood, tangled with black hair.

Who can get it?

There was a terrible scream. Ella called someone's name, calling someone.

Robert didn't understand, and he didn't care anyway. He reached out and grabbed the crown of power.

A figure in black armor appeared in front of him.

Sir South!

Robert struggled to suppress the boundless fear and panic in his head, and he focused all his mind on one thing. The crown was only the size of his finger. He desperately reached for it. Luckily, when the other dry bone reached out, he grabbed the crown right in time.

It's his!Sir South's gaze was hot. The bloodless hands reached out to reclaim such a treasure. Robert could hear Ella shouting commands.

As he raised the blood-stained crown above his head and looked fearlessly at Sir South, the dead silence in the hall was broken by the clamor of trumpets.

Sir South's hand stopped in mid-air, and Ella fell silent.

The soldiers began to exchange heads. For a moment, Robert's confused mind thought the voice was cheering him on. But then, when he turned his head to look at the main hall, he noticed that every face had a look of alarm. Everyone, even Ella looked after the darkness.

Originally, the eyes behind the darkness were on Robert, but now they have moved somewhere else.

Her shadow began to expand, thickening and thickening, covering the entire hall like a black cloud.

The dragonman, wearing her black insignia, obeyed the silent order and ran out from his original post.

The black-robed man who used to stand beside him behind the darkness has now disappeared as well.

The trumpet still sounded. Robert grabbed the crown and stared at it blankly.

The two times this voice has been heard in the past, it has represented destruction and killing. What does this voice represent this time?

The deafening sound of the horn almost caused Calamon to slip on the wet ground.

Berclere reflexively held him up. Both men looked around vigilantly, listening to the sound of the trumpet, which echoed through the room.

On the stairs above them, they could hear footsteps responding to the sound of a trumpet.

"There's a trap on the arch!" Calamon said. "Well, it's over.

Everyone in the temple knows we're coming, no matter where he is!

I pray to Heaven that I want you to know what you are doing. “

"Angela is calling me—" Beclercle repeated.

The moment of sobriety gained by the sound of the horn vanished, and he continued on his way, pulling Karamon with him.

Calamon held the torch aloft and didn't know where to go, only to follow in a daze.

They stood in a space that was clearly washed out by flowing water.

The archway led to a staircase that Calamon noticed leading directly to a black, rushing stream.

He shone the torches in all directions, hoping to find a way to cross the stream.

Nothing, at least not where his torches sparked.

"Wait—" he shouted, but Berclere was already in the water.

Calamon didn't dare to breathe, expecting to see the man swept away by the rushing current.

But the dark brook was not as deep as it seemed, only to Belclery's calf.

"Come!" he said to Calamon.

Calamon touched the wound again. The rate of bleeding seems to have slowed down, and the bandage is already wet, not completely soaked.

Still, the pain was intense. His head hurt and he felt a little dizzy from massive blood loss and exercise.

He thought of Lena and Wade, and even took the time to think about Robert.

No, he had to get rid of all these thoughts. The end is near, both for evil and for good, Lena said.

Calamon also began to believe in it. Calamon stepped into the water, and the strong current rushed him forward, and he had the feeling that this current was like time, constantly rushing him somewhere.

The end of the world—or a new hope?

Berclere rushed past him, and Calamon pulled him back again.

"Let's not separate," the big man's deep voice echoed through the cavern.

"Maybe there's something more terrifying than that. ”

Becler hesitated for a moment, allowing Calamon to catch up with him.

Then they walked slowly forward, holding hands, across the rushing water.

Every step you take must be carefully tested for the ground under your feet, because the landing area is wet and slippery, and there are many loose stones.

Calamon slowly waded forward, his breathing becoming smoother.

Suddenly, something slammed into his boot and nearly knocked him over. He staggered to hold Berclery.

"What's that?" he glared angrily, raising his torch to shine on the water.

As if attracted by the light of the fire, a head rises from the water.

Calamon gasped in fear, and even Belclere took a few steps back.

'Dragon!' Calamon whispered. "Young dragon," the little dragon screamed with its mouth open.

Torches shone on two rows of sharp teeth. Then it disappeared again under the surface of the water.

He received another blow to his foot, then another, and he saw the surface of the water because of the waving tail. And tumbling violently.

His leather boots didn't hurt him for the time being, but, Calamon thought, if I fell into the water, this guy would eat me clean!

He had faced many deaths, but none of them had this horror.

He panicked for a moment. I'm going back, he thought in a panic.

Berclery can go on her own. After all, he won't die.

The warrior then took control of himself. No, he sighed.

They know we're here. They're going to send someone, or something, to stop me.

I have to delay them so that Berclery has time to do what he has to do.

That last thought didn't seem to make any sense, Calamon thought.

It was a little inexplicable, as if to laugh at his thoughts, and the sound of heavily armed soldiers hurrying behind him was heard.

It's crazy, he thought wearily. I don't understand!

Maybe I'm going to die here, for what! Maybe I'm just coming to this strange place with a madman - maybe I'm crazy myself!

Now Beclaire realized that the guards were catching up.

This scared him even more, and he subconsciously rushed forward.

Calamon sighed, trying to ignore the constant attacks from his feet, and stepped across the dark waters, following closely behind Belcleral.

The Eternal Man kept looking at the darkness in front of him, occasionally making a howl or gesturing to the front.

The current took them to a corner where the water became deeper.

Calamon didn't know what he would do if the water rose above his boots.

The young dragons were still in hot pursuit, and the flesh and heat of the humans had made them go crazy.

The footsteps of the soldiers began to grow clearer and clearer.

Then something darker than night flew towards Calamon and hit him in the face.

He lost his balance for a moment, trying hard not to fall into the water.

The torch in his hand accidentally fell and went out with a hiss. Berclery fumbled to catch him again.

The two men supported each other for a while, bewildered and overwhelmed as they stared at the darkness in front of them.

Even if he were turned blind, Calamon would not be as directionless as he is now.

Although he didn't move, he still had no way of knowing which direction he was facing, and he couldn't even remember what was going on around him.

He had a feeling that if he took one step further, he would fall into nothingness, and never stop falling......

"This is it," Berclery said, sobbing. "I saw the broken pillar, and the shining jewels on it!

She's waiting for me, she's been waiting for me for so long, Angela!" he screamed and ran forward.

Calamon looked at the darkness in front of him and carefully pulled Belclery back.

Although he could feel the man's body trembling violently. He couldn't see anything...... Still is?

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He could see from a distance many glittering gems, shining in this void, and the light emitted by the gems could not hide even the heavy darkness.

This is not far from them, a hundred feet at most. Calamon loosened his grip on Beclaire.

He thought, maybe, at least for me, it's a way out. Reunite Berclere with his ghost sister.

All I wanted was a way out, a way to get to Lena and Wade.

His confidence returned, and Calamon strode forward.

It's all over in just a few minutes...... To the good...... Or right......

"Schlack!" a voice said.

A burst of white light shot out.

Calamon's heart stopped beating for a moment. Slowly, slowly, he looked up at the light. He saw two golden, glittering hourglass-shaped eyes looking at him.

He exhaled all the breath in his chest like a dying man.

——

That morning, I felt my body tremble slightly, so I got up early to pack my bags.

I decided to ignore the situation, telling myself that it was just shaking from the excitement of not eating breakfast and returning home.

I put on the clothes that Jiang Meng had prepared for the winter trip over the mountains, including a red gown filled with wool padding, green trousers embroidered with red threads at the waist and cuffs, and a pair of soft fur boots lined with strands of wool thread.

It felt like bags of soft fur that didn't take shape until I put it on.

I had to tie my boots to my feet with a long line of leather, but my trembling fingers made it extremely difficult.

He said that the winter clothes were suitable for the dry snow in the mountains, and told us to be careful not to get wet.