"My name is Hetia, Hetia Clelace, the god of prophecy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The stars blinked in the sky, as if looking down on the earth, peering at the mortals.

Ise leaned against a tree, a lonely tree.

The tree is tall because the tree grows on top of a hill. The mountain was not a little green except for the tree at the top, and the blackened earth was exposed, pitted and eroded by the wind and sand.

There is a faint, disgusting smell in the dirt, and wisps of black gas can be seen escaping from the dirt in Lori's perspective, eroding everything it touches.

Leaning under the tree, little Lori felt very stable in her heart, a little sleepy, and wanted to sleep for a while.

But she couldn't sleep because there was something she needed to do.

Open the prophecy of Hetiah in his hand, Hetiah's prophecy is an artifact, but it is also an artifact like a book. Books are meant to be read, and so are artifacts.

Under the starlight, Ise felt that the woman on the cover seemed to be smiling at her, but Lori didn't care.

When I opened the book, it was blank and there was nothing.

There were no words, no pictures, just a blank white that looked hollow.

Little Lori is not in a hurry, instinctively, she knows what this book really thinks and what this book represents.

The moonlight shone down the gaps between the leaves, mottled silver as if something was written on Ise's face. Stars slipped from the sky and converged on Hetiah's prophecy.

Small silver words emerge from the pale paper, then disappear.

The words are beautifully written, and each word carries a unique charm.

At most, only one word appears on the paper, and after each word disappears, the following words slowly emerge. Each word doesn't last long, only less than a second, but even so, it takes a long time to read a paragraph.

But Ise looked very carefully, she smiled at the corners of her mouth, her eyes were serious, she felt the power of the stars.

Hetiah, the god of prophecy, or the god of fate?

It's funny, it looks like it's a big problem.

"Starlight's Redemption, Eth Slo. You're watching, I know you're watching, I can see you're looking at my message to you, but you can't see me. It's a shame. ”

Words appeared on the pale paper, and Ise looked at them one by one very seriously, and then spelled them out in her heart.

This passage is not a lot of words, and with punctuation, it took Ace nearly a minute to read it.

When this passage surfaced, no writing appeared on the pale paper, as if to make Ise understand or calm her mind.

Ise wasn't much shocked, but there was some surprise. Although she guessed some, she didn't expect it to be written for her, and it was completely written for her.

Eth Slo, the name given to her shouldn't theoretically be known. But it seems that Katyusha knows this name, and even the old monsters of the Age of the Gods know their names, and it seems that this game is a bit big, but I don't know what it is for.

This should be a prophecy, after all, it is a book left by the god of prophecy, that is, this god should have seen Ace through the long river of time, so he left this book, or this letter, specifically for Ace.

Thinking of this, little Lori suddenly raised her head and showed a bright smile.

Sure enough, soon, the pale paper of Hetiah's prophecy resurfaced.

"Looks like you've noticed, yes, I'm watching you. ”

"No, no, it shouldn't be said. It should be said, 'I am in my time, looking at you in your time'. But you can't see me, you can only see the words I write to you. ”

"After all, I'm dead to you. When you read this letter to you, I think I'm already dead, after all, I'm not sure I'll survive such a disaster, and those guys are really, and I won't say a word if I get away with it......"

This is a dialogue between time, and people in the past can see the future, because the future can change, and the future is uncertain.

But it is difficult for people today to get a glimpse of the past, and a glimpse of the past is equivalent to changing the future, and when the real past is seen thoroughly, the future will become a mess, or even collapse directly.

Because the future is rooted in the soil of the past, once the fog that buried the past disappears, then there is no need for the future to exist.

There is actually only a river of time between Ise and Hetiah, and this river is actually not very wide, because time has no concept of space.

But little Lori couldn't turn back and see Hetia upstream, but Hetia could see Ise downstream of the river at this time.

Although it is Ace and Hetiah, the time they live in is now and real.

The past is buried, and the future is forever hidden in an impenetrable fog.

The past is established and cannot be changed;

Only now is eternity.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" said Eth, softly, as if talking to herself.

Her voice was a little hoarse, the after-effects of not speaking for a long time. The voice of the soul needs a specific goal, even if it can cross the distance of time and space, but it still needs specific coordinates, otherwise even the voice of the soul will be covered up and will be extinguished.

Little Lori can only speak, because there are gods on the other side, and for gods, mortals still have to respect.

"I can see, Ragnarok, hehe, I didn't expect to say that, I really didn't expect that. ”

"When cracks appear in the sky, blood and tears mingle and rain down from the sky, and the world is plunged into mourning. ”

"The endless wind roared with rage, mixed with hail and snowflakes, and fell to the ground smashing potholes. ”

"Because of the existence of the gods, mortals are accustomed to staying at night and even sleeping soundly in the wild. ”

"The God of the stars gently covers them with a layer of starlight so that they do not catch a cold, the God of order never sleeps, he surveys the whole world, locks all sins in the chalice, the God of the harvest, softly sings the song of the harvest, so that the earth is full of food, and the god of art, softly hums a lullaby, so that all life can sleep peacefully. ”

"At that time, mortals thought that the gods were eternal, and the gods themselves thought that they could protect all life. However, in the end, we found ourselves wrong. ”

"The gods also die, even if our lives never stop, but even if we get tired of it. When we are bored, when we question ourselves, we will only get weaker and weaker, and the power of faith will be of no use to us, and in the end, we will lie powerlessly in the temple left by the great God of Creation, watching the world become more and more chaotic because it has lost its control, but we can do nothing, and finally we can only fall into an endless eternal sleep in remorse......"