The torrent melts tears of remorse and slaps Kenny into the hurricane. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He began to struggle, and tried to swim towards the last light above his head, the bottomless darkness beneath his feet frightened him, but the silver armor on his body was like an anchor at this time, and no matter how much he kicked and paddled the water, it still sank.

In the dark and boundless water, the turbulent surge of the hurricane caused him to flip several times in the water, and after a brief moment of disorientation, he couldn't even figure out which end was the surface.

Suddenly, he felt the silver clasps on his silver armor, but he couldn't undo them, and he began to regret that he should have untied them a second before the flood came, but it was too late.

He exhaled the last of his breath, trying to find an object to cling to. It was so dark that he couldn't find anything, and when the breath was almost exhausted, he felt for the first time that death would be so near.

He began to hold his breath, but it wasn't a long-term solution. When his head was starved of oxygen and almost blank, he even began to curse Karta for not having a decent river that would allow him to learn how to surface in a hurricane wearing heavy silver armor.

Finally, he stopped holding his breath, the cloudy water ran down his mouth and nose into his lungs and stomach, he felt his fingers begin to lose sensation, and he no longer felt the silver clasp on the silver armor, and countless faces flashed through his mind, including William, the nemesis, but finally stopped at Nina's smiling face.

He felt like he was looking at her, and smiled back with the gentlest smile of his life.

Gradually, he seemed to have forgotten who he was, the sharp pain in his shoulders and eardrums was no longer intense, his clammy and cold body seemed to have a trace of warmth, and he seemed to hear the mermaid singing.

The humming without lyrics came from underwater, with a thirst for loneliness and freedom.

He thought it was a hum for Kenny Dalton.

"Winnie. Kenny groaned, surprised that he was still able to speak.

"Honey, I'm here. She whispered. He thought it was her voice, but it was a little cold, and it seemed to come from some very distant place, in the depths of the torrent, or on the other side of the mountain, and he couldn't tell it, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"I miss you so much, I want to see your face again....." he tried to confide, "It's cold here, the world seems to have changed, I thought I went to the Abyss, but I didn't see the Namu God, maybe she thinks I'm wrong....." He paused, "I was really wrong, I was very wrong, I failed them, I failed everyone, the whole Nipur ....."

"No, you're doing the right thing. Her voice was reassuring, "They all love you and respect you, just like Mike and Lawrence, don't they?"

A glimmer of light enters Kenny's field of vision, and although his eyes are closed, he feels his sockets red.

He struggled to grasp a pair of hands, which seemed to possess the warmth of a living person. Then he made up his mind to open his eyes, even if he was dying, to look at Nina's face again.

"Ahh

A woman's scream came.

When he opened his eyes and saw her, he began to scream hysterically, and at the same time pushed his body backwards with his heels, and after hitting something hard, he clutched the back of his head.

He saw a pair of eyes with horror and contradiction, deep as a spring, revealing a certain tenacity.

It was a deep blue, almost unrecognizable from a distance, it was a mortal pupil, like a blind man, and as if he could see through everything, he saw the story in those eyes, she seemed to endure the sad past, but it flashed with the innocence of a baby.

"Who are you?" he stopped screaming, and the pain was excruciating as if the bones in his body were falling apart and being picked back again.

"Lie down, don't move!" she commanded. The voice was crisp, like the throat of a lark in the early morning, and then she shook off the calloused thick hands with all her might.

"Where is this?" Kenny carefully moved back to the bed, his voice calming down.

Instead of answering, she took two steps back.

The yellow sunlight shined evenly on her through the wooden beam window, and the dark blue eyes full of stories became silhouettes under the wings of a tall nose.

Kenny's eyes narrowed, and his vision became much clearer. She had a very beautiful face, skin as white as ivory, long hair over the shoulders that was curly, whiter than silk, and a steaming pottery bowl in her left palm, and a white robe that reached her ankles, making her look like an alchemist.

But he quickly dismissed the idea, for the hands holding the clay bowl were even more slender than Nina's.

He froze again, and then wondered. He found himself dressed in dry clothes, and the mermaid's hum was gone, and he guessed that he was in a not very spacious wooden house, and the room smelled of mulberry leaves, and from the wood grain of the walls, it seemed to be made of mulberry wood, and outside the house there should be a forest, because he heard the birdsong and smelled the fragrance of spring flowers.

But why are you here? What just happened? Why did you hear the merfolk humming? Who is this woman? Who is Nina?

What about me, who am I?

"Ahh

He began to scream again, and then felt as if his heart was beating with a big drum, and there was an unbearable pain in every bone suture of his body.

"Calm down! Don't move!" she shouted as she rested the bowl on the table and commanded.

He covered his head and stopped screaming. "Who am I?!" he yelled at her with trembling jaws.

"You'll have to ask yourself!" her voice was a little impatient.

"Where did you find me?" he opened his eyes again, "Tell me!

"Don't talk to me! you're not qualified!" she glared, her tone as stern as a mother's.

"And what about you?" he forced his voice to a low voice, "Who are you?"

The question seemed to confuse her a little.

"I, my name is White Dove. She finally said.

"Where is this?" he lifted the covers, only to find that there were no clothes of his life around the wooden bed.

"I suppose I warned you just now, lie down and don't move!" she picked up the clay bowl on the table again, and handed over the steaming pottion.

"What is this?" he took the potion and sniffed it under his nose. An unpleasant stench crept into the nostrils, like a year's worth of stinky cheese and sour wine, with an unbearable pungent smell.

"I don't know. She retreated to a sunny spot and stopped. "It's not poison anyway, you can live because of it. ”

He hesitated. Eventually, he pinched his nose and swallowed the bowl of foul-smelling decoction. "Can you tell me where this is?" he used his sleeve to wipe the residue from the corner of his mouth, looking extremely sloppy.

"This is the Dragon's Blood Forest, the last pure land of the kingdom—"

An old voice came from outside the house.