"Our city has been at peace for nearly a millennium, but peace may only be a brief moment before the storm. The clock of time has been striking my hunch that something is creeping closer.

I could feel it.

Maybe it's the darkness hidden deep along the coastline, or the cocky beasts that roar under the cover of snow and ice. The rancid smell of blood was hidden in the dark depths by an unknown hand, but I could still smell the ominous.

The restlessness that lingers in the depths of the dream makes me feel the exhaustion of time.

It's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. ”

In the center of the dimly lit hall, the dim light with nowhere to be found makes one feel the sleepiness that comes from the depths of the soul. The huge round wooden table does not refract the dim light, but gathers all the dodging yellow light in the center of the round table. The old voice came from the darkness in the corner of the hall, his voice trembling, with a sense of exhaustion that had been precipitated by time.

"Fate is still entangled in me, and even though I have stood on the commanding heights of the city, I still can't get rid of the shackles of the web of fate. I could feel the distance between me and the sun, I could feel the clouds flowing under my feet, but I still couldn't grasp these abominable cobwebs.

The dreams that recurred when I was young came again. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or a reality. I saw a giant hammer swinging down from the depths of the sun's rays, blocking out the light in the sky, and even the temperature in the light. Then the shadow of the hammer grew larger and larger until it covered my entire field of vision.

In the shadow of the hammer, everything seemed too small. I know the sledgehammer is approaching.

I could feel the darkness in the shadow of the hammer, and I could feel my fear of the depths of the darkness. As the years passed, I had even forgotten the taste of fear, but the shadows in the dream made me taste the fear I had not seen for a long time again.

Not like the roar of the arrogant beasts, or the palpitating tranquility of the depths of the shoreline. The fear that enveloped my soul even made my old body tremble. I could feel the darkness in the shadows, expanding, and I could see the weak laughter and the weak calm in our city, all shrouded in shadows, from which there was nowhere to escape. ”

"Ants are still ants after all. ”

"The age hidden deep in the roots, and the white that makes us feel oppressed, have also climbed to the tips of the hair. ”

"Holy Father, can the great gods show us the way?"

In the corner at the end of the round table, old and deep voices came from the dark corners from time to time, until a hoarse voice threw out a question, and the voice hidden in the darkness of the corner fell silent again.

The long silence made the darkness at the end of the light even thicker. Time passed imperceptibly in the darkness, and after a long silence, the light in the round table began to tremble slightly.

"It must have been many years ago to overthrow the ridiculous believers who believe in arrogant bugs. That time, you also felt fear, maybe because of your youth, maybe because of the dreams that haunted you.

The gold-clad beasts, and their ridiculous pride, had hid in the snow and ice in the distance. The crumbs of dreams in the dark have also retreated back to the shoreline. But these tranquilitys don't last, they can't last.

The ignorance and suspicion of the city have made the great gods disappear from my vision, and are even about to disappear from my perception. And my humble piety cannot bring back the greatness of the gods. But the sound of the gods' warnings has always lingered in my ears, and the filthy livestock outside our cities, in the mountains and forests, will never realize their inferiority.

All this cannot be quelled. It is precisely the unrest that creates the stability of the city.

Maybe it's the storm coming, maybe it's the time of the return of the gods.

The ancient and mysterious aura that I can touch is approaching. Following the traces of light is the direction in which the city and we need to move forward. ”

"The gods depart, leaving behind ignorant and foolish savagery. In this barren land, faith has become weaker and weaker, there is roaring and crying. And our city, after all, is the weaker side. Living in a lonely couple is nothing more than struggling between the teeth, so how can it be said to be stable?"

"Poor worms, moths, under the light of our old fellows, feel life and freedom, and the ugly smile hidden under the mask will one day be blatantly revealed. ”

"Our ancestors went from being barbaric, to being enslaved by the strong, to living on high walls today, when were they at peace?"

"It's still unknown who is the predator in the river of time. ”

"It's just a bunch of ridiculous thieves, so what about faith?"

Finally, a sneer came from the darkness in the corner, only to be met with a loud slap on the round table. The round table trembled overwhelmingly, and even the dim light in the center of the round table was shaken by the loud sound of anger, and almost dissipated.

"You are defiling the gods, defiling your race. ”

The icy sound, like the cold wind in the middle of the winter night, carries the biting temperature.

"All I know is that the great and weak Hermes discovered the alchemy that existed in the laws of wonder, and insisted on studying the techniques that the world regarded as humble struggles, and taught alchemy for free, and finally saved everyone who once laughed at him, including you. ”

"I have never denied the great Hermis. ”

"What is the affirmation of a greatness after the light of greatness begins to shine. The cheers after success are just icing on the cake. ”

"Poor bugs. ”

As the words fell, a corner of the round table shimmered with a dazzling milky white light.

"The Holy Father is gone. ”

An old sigh came from the darkness in the other corner of the round table, but this sigh was like the exhaustion of time smashed to the ground.

"Hypocritical bugs. ”

"The fog has lifted, what can be the point of a meaningless quarrel?"

An old and wrinkled hand slowly stretched out from the darkness deep in the round table, and dense old age spots entrenched in the folds and furrows of pale skin. The old man's hand slowly opened, pinching the light in the center of the round table in the palm of his hand.

The dim light struggled in the old man's hand, but even a ray of light could not escape the palm.

The light vanished, and the hall returned to a dark dead silence.

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