"Look, because I've been so close—I think I should go home—we've killed the dragoon, Robert—"

Wade lifted his chin proudly, "It's all up to us." People will respect us more now.

Our leader, Kronin, is likely to become the legendary hero of Candela. “

Robert scratched his beard, trying to hide his smile, reluctant to tell Wade that it was the bloated, cowardly Thomas Yard who had killed him.

"I'm sure there's a Kander who will turn into a hero. Lolana said seriously.

"It will be the one who broke the treasure of the dragon god, the one who fought in the Tower of the King, the one who captured Bakaris, the one who risked everything to save a friend from the Darkness Queen. ”

"Who's that?" Wade asked eagerly, then—"Oh!!" Wade suddenly understood what Lorana meant, and he sat down with a plop of shame.

Both Calamon and Lena sat down against the tree, and at least for this moment, their faces were filled with calm, peaceful expressions.

Robert looked at them with envy, wondering if such a look would appear on Earth's face.

He turned his head to look at Lorana, who was now sitting upright, whose eyes looked at the night sky lit by flames, and his thoughts drifted to the night sky far away.

"Lorana," Robert said uncertainly, and he began to stutter a little as he saw the beautiful face turn to him, "Lorana, you gave this to me once before," he said, with the gold ring in his palm.

"That's when both of us didn't understand true love and devotion at all. Lorana, this means a lot to me right now.

In my dreams, this ring freed me from my nightmares, just as your love saved me from the abyss of darkness. He paused for a moment, feeling a pang of remorse.

"I'm going to keep it, Lorana, if you're still willing to leave it to me.

I would also like to give you another ring, pair it with and wear it on your hand. ”

Lolana looked at the ring for a long time, silent.

Then she took it out of Robert's palm, picked up the ring, threw it hard, and dropped it off the cliff.

Robert was taken aback and half stood up. The ring glittered in Nurintari's red light, tumbling, and vanishing into the darkness.

"I think that's the answer I want," said Robert, "and I don't blame you." ”

Lolana turned to face him, looking very calm.

"When I gave you that ring, Robert, it was the first love of a young man.

I know now that you were right to give it back to me. I have to grow up and learn what true love is. I used to cross the flames and the darkness, Robert.

I've slain dragons, and I've cried in front of the corpses of my loved ones. ”

She sighed. "I used to be a leader, and I have my responsibilities.

Hubble told me, but I put it aside. I fell into Ella's trap.

By the time I found out, it was too late, and my love was so superficial.

The firm love of River Breeze and Scarlet Moon brings hope to this world. Our childish love almost ruined it. ”

"Lorana—" Robert began, feeling a pang of heartache.

Her hand took hold of him.

"Shhhh "I love you, Robert. Now I love you because I know you. I love the light and the darkness in you.

That's why I'm throwing that ring away.

Maybe one day our love will be mature enough for people to rely on. But that won't be an ivy ring, Robert. ”

"No, it won't. He said with a smile.

He reached out and placed it on her shoulder, and began to slowly pull her closer.

She shook her head and began to resist. "It would be a ring made half steel and half gold. Robert held her firmer.

Lolana looked him in the eye, then bowed to his arms and sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Maybe I should shave," Robert scratched.

"Don't!" Lorana put on Robert's cloak. "I'm getting used to it. ”

Everyone watched under the trees all night, waiting for the dawn.

They are tired and sad, they can't sleep, and they know that the danger is not over.

From this vantage point, they could see many dragonmen running out of the temple.

Dragonmen have no leader, and soon they must start robbing and killing people in order to survive. And the dragoon will not be dead yet.

None of them were willing to mention her name, but they all knew that there was a dragoon who must have escaped the chaos in the temple.

Perhaps there is an even more terrible evil that awaits them, so evil that these companions do not want to think about it.

Now is the time for calm, and none of them want to end it easily. Because the dawn is a sign of farewell.

No one spoke, not even Tyrokothy. There is no need to talk to each other.

What they have to say has already been said or has not yet been spoken. They are unwilling to break the present tranquility, and they are not willing to rush to end the current situation.

They prayed for time to stop and let them rest. Perhaps, she does.

Before dawn, when the east was faintly white, after darkness, the temple of Taxis exploded.

The ground shook. The sparkle is dazzling, like the birth of a new sun.

Their eyes were blurred by the flash, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

But they could vaguely see that the fragments of the temple were swept up by a strong tornado and flew into the sky.

The fragments grew brighter and closer to the sky until they began to shine among the stars.

Then the stars appeared.

One by one, fragments of the temple settled in their proper place in the sky, filling the two hollows that Rodrith had seen when he looked up from the crystal lake last fall.

Once again, two constellations shine in the sky.

Once again, the heroic Warrior Paladin, the Platinum Dragon, returned to its original position in the night sky, and across from it.

After the appearance of darkness - Taxis, five colorful dragons.

From then on, they continued their journey of eternity, one watching over the other, eternally revolving around Gillian, the god of neutrality, the balance of the scales.

When he returned to the city, no one welcomed him. He returned here in a quiet night;

The only moon in the sky, only he could see.

He had sent the Green Dragon away, waiting for his orders.

He did not pass through the gate, and no guard saw his coming.

He didn't need to go through the gate.

The boundaries of mortals no longer meant anything to him. Unaware, he walked through the silent, sleepy streets.

Still, there was one person who sensed his presence. In the Great Library,

Estellea is as attentive to her work as ever. He paused his writing and looked up.

His pen paused on the paper for a moment, and then, shrugging, he continued to write his history.

Rodrith walked quickly down the street, leaning against a staff topped with a golden dragon's claw and a crystal ball.

The dimness of that crystal, he didn't need light to illuminate the path he was taking.

He's been walking in his head for centuries without stopping. The black robe swayed gently in the breeze on his body, and his golden eyes glittered under the black hood, as if they were the only light in the entire sleeping city.

When he reached the very center of the city, he did not stop. He didn't even look at the abandoned buildings that looked like skeletons with empty eyes. He didn't slow down as he walked past the icy shadow of the tall oak tree, though that shadow would have scared the Kanders away. Trying to stop his skeleton guards from turning to ashes in front of him, he continued unconcernedly.

The tower finally appeared in front of me, and the black tower looked like a window cut out of the dark night sky. Here, at last, the black-robed mage stopped, his eyes taking in everything. He stood in front of the door, looking at the tower, coldly at the crumbling minarets, at the marble that glittered in the starlight. He nodded slowly, a look of satisfaction.

The golden eyes turned to the tower's gates, to the wreckage fluttering on them.

No mortal can stand in front of this gate and not be frightened by its curse. No mortal can walk past the guarded oak tree.

But Rodlis stands here. He stood calmly and fearlessly.

Raising his thin hand, he grabbed the flying black robe, stained with discolored blood, and ripped it off the door.

A shrill and shrill cry emerged from the depths of hell.

The sound was sharp enough to make the inhabitants of Recrosss wake up from their most familiar dreams and wait in fear for the end of the world in their beds.

The guards at the gates were too stiff to move. They closed their eyes and hid in the shadows, waiting for death to come.

Children are crying in fear, dogs are hiding under beds, cats' eyes are shining.

The scream rang out again, and a pair of pale hands stretched out from the tower. A ghostly face, a face distorted by anger, floats in the air.

Rodrith did not react.

The hands grew closer, and the expression assured him that he would suffer eternally in Hell, and that he would be dragged into the abyss of Hell for daring to violate the curse of the tower.

The skeletal hands touched Rodlis's heart. Then, trembling, it stopped.

"Remember!" Rodrith looked up at the tower, calmly raising his voice so that the people inside could hear. "I am the one who has mastered the past and the present!

My coming was foretold in the prophecy. Face me, and this door will open. ”

The skeletal hands stepped back, making a welcoming gesture, and it vanished into the darkness.

The door opened silently.

Rodrith walked through the door without looking at the hands that had hung respectfully. As he entered, all the dark, formless, tower-dwelling creatures bowed their heads respectfully.

Then Rodrith stopped and looked around.

"I'm home. He said.

Rodrith has finally achieved his ultimate goal - to become the strongest magician in Candela.

Now Rodrith has put on the black robe, although this does not mean that he has fallen into darkness.

On the contrary, the black-robed mage who became a respected mage did not have a bad impact on this world, but used his powerful aura and magic skills to deter those evil forces with unscrupulous intentions.

At the end of the day, the Candela continent was able to restore peace, thanks in large part to Rodlis, who is the real hero.

Peace reigned upon Recross, and sleep cast out fear.

A dream, people muttered to themselves.

Turning over in bed, they continued to fall into a deep sleep, the darkness plunging them into a sweet sleep before dawn.

Calamon, the gods have deceived the world

With abandonment, with reward, each of us

must live with their moodiness.

The wisdom in our blood, they are in my heart,

I noticed so much difference: the light

When Lena looked elsewhere, in her eyes,

That trembling, when Lolana and Robert spoke,

A strand of supple blonde hair of the scarlet moon, when the river breeze approached.

They look at me, even in your heart.

I perceive the difference. I'm sitting here,

The body is as weak as a bird.

In response, the gods teach us compassion.

Sometimes they succeed,

for I will feel the blame of those injustices,

Those who are powerless to resist their brothers

For the sake of life, or for love, for these feelings

The pain diminished and turned into light,

I have the same sympathy as you, therefore

I am the weakest of the children who have appeared.

You, my brother, in your unthinking natural temperament,

In that special world where swords fly,

The arc and eyes of ambition,

Gave that pair of flawless arms without flaws to guide.

You can't keep up with me, you can't observe

The terrain cracked in the soul,

The emptiness hidden in the skillful hands.

But you still love me, simply and directly

The bloodlines that have allowed us to mix together have been balanced.

Like a hot sword tumbling in the snow:

Our need for both sides confuses you,

Complex entanglements in blood vessels.

Active in battle, when you are standing,

Defend your brother with your body, it was at that time that your righteous deeds made the weakness of my heart grow even more.

When I left,

Where are you going to make up for the missing half of your blood?

In the empty ground of your heart?

I've heard that

A soft lullaby after darkness, her serenade

Calling me to fight in the night;

This music took me to the throne of tranquility

In the midst of her meaningless kingdom.

The dragoon will want to bring darkness into light,

Corrupted in the morning light, which moons—

All innocence is destroyed,

But in the darkness of evil there is truth,

Finally, elegant dancing.

But not for you:

You can't go into the night with me,

In a sweet labyrinth. Because you're standing

In the cradle of the sun, on the earth,

I don't know anything,

On the unspeakable road, you will be lost.

I can't explain it, these words will confuse you.

Robert is your friend,

My lonely good brother, he will explain it to you

Those who the earth sees in the shadows,

for he knew Ella,

I've seen the dark moon shine on her black hair,

But he can't threaten,

At night

A moist wind blew in your face.