River Breeze is infected by his friend's painful struggles and puts his hand on Robert's shoulder to comfort him.

"That's what happened in the end," said the plainman. "Just like we saw in our dreams, the mage left his brother to die......"

"As we saw in our dreams, I let you down," Robert Outpost said, with repentance in his voice.

"What the hell did I do? It's all my fault, I brought this horror upon us!"

"My friend," said River Breeze, moved by Robert's remorse. "We shouldn't question the providence—"

"Let them die!!" roberts shouted angrily. He looked up at his friend, clenched his fist and slammed it into the side of the ship.

"It's all because of me, it's my choice, and for so many nights, I have taken her into my arms.

I don't know how many times I told myself that she and I could be together forever and I couldn't blame Rodlis!

He's a lot like me. Both were ruined by the incomparable enthusiasm!"

'You haven't been knocked down yet, Robert,' said River Breeze.

He grabbed Robert by the shoulders and forced the half-elf to turn to face him. "You are not surrendering to your own nothingness, like a mage.

If you're like him, you'll choose to be with Ella. You've left her, Robert—"

"I left her," Robert said through gritted teeth.

"I sneaked away like a thief, and I should challenge her to her face!

She might kill me outright, but you'll be safe.

You and the others will be able to escape. My death would have been very simple, but I didn't have the courage.

I'm the one who brought you to this field. The half-elf said, breaking free of the river wind's hands.

"I failed not just to disappoint myself, I let everyone down. ”

He looked at his surroundings. Berclery was still standing in front of the steering wheel, clutching the useless steering wheel, with a familiar expression of resignation on his face.

Marstel remained unyielding, trying to save the ship, wrestling with the roars of the whirlpool, screaming and giving orders.

But her crew was frightened and no longer obeyed orders.

Some shed tears, others cursed.

The vast majority just watched in silence at the terrifying sight before them—a huge vortex steady and continuous, dragging them into the dark caverns deep in the depths.

Robert felt River Breeze's hand and put it on his shoulder again.

He then tried to break free in a fit of rage, but the Plainsman did not back down.

"Robert, my brother, at Verlo's Last Lodge, when you decided to help Scarlet Moon, it was you who decided to take this path.

If I had been as proud as I was usual, I would have refused your help, and she and I would both have died on the spot.

It is because you cannot bear to abandon us that we have brought back the knowledge of the ancient true God back into the world.

We bring the power of medicine back into the world, and we bring hope at the same time.

Remember what the King of the Forest told us?

We don't need to feel sad or sad for those who have fulfilled their mission.

We've accomplished our mission, friend. Who knows how many lives we have touched?

Who knows if this hope will lead to ultimate victory?

For us, it seems, our war is over.

That's it. We lay down our swords so that those who come after us can take over and continue the fight. ”

"You speak beautifully, plainman. Robert interjected, "But tell me the truth."

Can you really face death without feeling sad? You have so many reasons to live...... Scarlet Moon, you two haven't had a baby yet—"

A gust of pain swept across the face of the river wind. He turned to hide his expression, but Robert was mindful of that.

Suddenly it dawned on him that he had destroyed even that!, the half-elf closed his eyes helplessly.

"Scarlet Moon and I weren't going to tell you. You have so much to worry about. ”

River Wind sighed. "Our baby will be born in the fall. He muttered, "As the maple leaves turn red and yellow, just as we did that day when we entered Willow with the blue crystal staff."

That day the knight, Stone Brightbred, found us and led us to our final home—"

Robert began to weep, tears piercing his body like sharp blades.

River Wind hugged him tightly with his arms.

"The maple trees we saw are now dead, Robert," he said in a muffled voice, 'and the Russians can only show our children the rotting ruins. But now that kid can look at the maple trees in God's Domain, at the maple trees that never wither.

Do not be sad, my friend, my brother.

You help bring the faith of the gods back to earth. You have to have faith in them. “

Robert gently pushed the river breeze away. He couldn't meet the plainsman's eyes.

He looked at his soul and saw that it was twisted and withered like the trees of Sivanastia.

Faith? He has no faith. What does God mean to him?

He was the one who made these choices. It was he who gave up everything he had cherished in the past - his homeland, the love of Lorana.

He almost gave up his friendship as well. Only the unwavering loyalty of the river breeze and the false trust in him made him not follow and spurn him.

Elves are not allowed to commit suicide. They feel that this is blasphemous, and that the reward of life trumps all else.

But Robert looked expectantly at the sea of blood in front of him.

Let death come soon!, he prayed, letting the blood-red waters flood my cheeks—let me be in the depths of the sea.

If there is a god, if you are listening, I beg for only one thing: don't let Lolana know what I have done.

I had already caused pain to too many people, and just as his soul was pouring out this last prayer word for word, a shadow darker than the storm was falling on him.

Robert heard the river wind roar and Scarlet Moon screamed, but their voices gradually drowned out the sound of the ship sinking into the whirlpool.

Robert looked up sluggishly and saw a pair of fiery red eyes belonging to a blue dragon in the dark clouds. On the back of the dragon is Ella.

Unwilling to give up the spoils that would bring them victory, Ella and Blueeye struggled through the storm, and the dragon now swooped down towards Belclery with its sharp claws.

The man's feet seemed to be fixed to the deck, and he stared blankly at the dragon that was rushing down, as if he were fascinated.

When the red water began to flood the deck, Robert subconsciously ran fast on the slippery deck.

He slammed into Berclery, just as he was knocked face to face through the waves.

Robert seemed to be grasping something, and he wasn't sure what it was, as the clutching thing held up on the shaky deck.

Then the hull was righted again. When he looked up, Bercleral was gone, and the blue dragon above his head screamed angrily.

Later, he found Ella shouting at the top of the storm and pointing at Robert.

The blue dragon's gaze turned to him. Robert subconsciously raised his hands to block it, looking at the giant beast struggling to move forward in the storm.

This is life, the half-elf couldn't help but think when he caught a glimpse of the dragon's claws approaching him. That's life!

Try to stay alive and not leave this terrifying world! For a moment, the deck beneath Robert's feet was gone, and he felt like he was floating in mid-air.

He was unconscious, and he only had time to shake his head frantically and scream desperately.

The beast and the waves swooped down on him at the same time. His eyes were blood-red......

Lena crouched beside Calamon, her concern for him suppressing her fear.

But Calamon didn't even feel her presence. He stared at the darkness in front of him, his face full of tears, his hands clenched into fists, and he kept repeating two words.

Like a dream, the hull slowly came to a halt on the edge of the swirling water, as if even the boat was too scared to enter the whirlpool.

Malstel and her ship of love are in their final struggle, trying to escape this fate, trying to reverse the laws of nature by willpower alone.

But it was all in vain. After a heart-rending shudder, the Perichu slid into the swirling, roaring darkness.

The deck cracked, the mast fell. The sailors screamed and fell off deck, watching as the huge maelstrom opened its jaws and swallowed the Pericul in one gulp.

After everything was calm, two words kept echoing on the surface of the sea.

"Brother......

Estellea of Paranzas sat in her study, quill in hand.

Writing in a concise, powerful font that flows from his pen and can be read even from a distance.

Estleia wrote an entire sheet of paper, barely needing to stop and think.

Looking at him, it makes people feel as if his thoughts are flowing from his head to the pen and then to the paper, which is why he can write so fast.

Only when he dips the quill in ink does the fluid movement be interrupted.

But even this movement seems so natural, as if it has become part of the stroke.

The door to the study creaked open. Although the door didn't open often as he worked, Estleia didn't look up.

The historian could count with his fingers how many times the door was opened.

Estleia is the sole caretaker of the Great Library, possessing great knowledge and deep wisdom. As a highly respected scholar, he enjoys high praise in the Candela continent.

At such a critical juncture, Rodrith left the river breeze and his party to this place to find Estleia, not to avoid the storm of war.

When he first came into contact with the secret treasure of the dragon god, he had already received instructions from his soul - to go to the Great Library, where he could change everything.

Now that the forces behind the darkness have spread across the entire continent, if you don't give it a go, I'm afraid you will step by step towards the abyss of destruction.

The Great Library is full of books, and a lot of ancient knowledge has been buried in the dust somewhere, and now is the time to pick them up again.

In order to change the fog, a choice must be made.