"Why?" Faphnir looked at the ground beneath her feet in astonishment, feeling the terrifying aura that made her tremble erupt uncontrollably.

"Ah...... Click...... "Rasha's head and feet fell off the bed, and an unconscious claw slapped the floor to shreds, and the original faint cyan on his right hand became extremely clear, and there was a tendency to spread.

All the people in the entire city were awakened at this moment, and the huge chirp directly shook their souls, and the more powerful they were, the more they could feel the terrifying power contained in that chirp.

The church, the tribal union, the mercenary union, all in chaos. It can be said that this roar brought about a great change in the entire Zelda City.

But Ulysses couldn't feel it, huddled in the dark corner of the hallway, desperately resisting the pain that invaded his body.

He could feel that from his fingertips, a cold feeling was spreading, it was not cold in the ordinary sense, but a dead silence that even his soul froze, as if more than ten million years were slowly piling up on his body.

He heard the ancient song of the sacred and the great, but what he felt was not warmth, but the loneliness that eroded his soul.

Consciousness and the ability to think are slowly weakening, and only the body is left with a faint feeling, but the only effect of this feeling is to bring him pain.

The coldness spread on his body little by little, and the eroded place no longer had any temperature, only a sense of empty loneliness.

There, nothing.

There, nothing is needed.

Perhaps, even himself, he doesn't need to. Here, he doesn't seem to be himself anymore, but something else.

"Don't!" seemed to hear something in my ears. A sad and flustered voice, followed by something very soft.

In that dead cold, it was the only temperature.

The artificial angel "Sora", who had exhausted all his strength, spread his wings and hugged Ulysses's body hard.

Her "Guardian Angel Realm" was completely unable to resist the terrible cold, so she didn't know what to do anymore. She couldn't do anything, so she could only hug Ulysses' body in the most simple and direct way.

As an artificial angel, she doesn't actually have a real body, so such a hug may be meaningless. Ulysses couldn't hear her, couldn't touch her body, didn't even know anything of her existence.

However, she wants to protect him, not only because of the order of the archangel, but also because of her own desire, to protect him wholeheartedly and with everything she has.

"It's so warm......," Ulysses held out his hand, but touched nothing.

The "power of interference" has been completely exhausted, and "Sora" can no longer exert any power to let him know of her existence.

However, Ulysses could feel that in a place where there was nothing, something warm clinging to him, giving him warmth. In that boundless darkness, this is the only light.

Protected by such warmth, Ulysses remembered many, many things.

In the peaceful village of Mira,Running with your lovely sister,Lively childhood sweetheart,Time to play。

Stay by my mother's side, listen to her tell the story of the stars in the sky, until I fall asleep unconsciously, and I am put by my mother's side and fall asleep with my sister.

The curiosity and excitement when I opened a book for the first time and saw the world I didn't know about, the vast world.

At first glance, I saw the beautiful and kind Miss Mira, and the shyness when I got the nickname "Xiao You".

Many, many good times, many, many firsts, obviously the body is so sad, but what can be remembered are good memories, incomparably precious memories for him.

The cold is still spreading, but it's not so unbearable anymore.

This kind of coldness that condenses the loneliness of thousands of years is a corrosive force that almost completely ignores all defensive and protective forces, and has the special surname of "time" and "dead silence", and even the "prayer of the guardian angel" of "emptiness" is easily shattered by this power.

But this power, so powerful that even the angels could be obliterated, was slowly weakened in Ulysses' memories.

In this world, the only power that can be used to resist such loneliness and nothingness may only come from the happiness in one's heart. If he didn't have a memory of his own, Ulysses felt like he would fall, to a deep, deep place, a place to which he would never return.

As the cold eroded his body, Ulysses saw something else in his eyes, a chaotic color intertwined between darkness and light, a gray that did not belong to light or darkness.

He stood in the gray, surrounded by a mist that seemed to be out of nowhere. Standing in this fog, he saw something he didn't understand.

Ancient and spectacular Stonehenge, altars inlaid with starry sky motifs, statues of demons that seem to smile, huge trees growing on small islands in the lake, ancient castles that exist and do not exist, ancient cities full of tattered dolls.

Many, many things look familiar, but they feel very strange, and the stronger the cold feeling in the body, the more familiar the scenery will be.

He saw himself sitting in the ancient Stonehenge, drawing an intricate star map against the distant starry sky, leaving a starry landmark.

He saw himself standing in the center of the altar inlaid with a starry sky pattern, placing a small white ball in the center of the altar and letting the starlight shine all over the green field.

He saw himself caressing the smiling demon statue and carving a mysterious incantation on it, keeping the flames burning.

He saw himself lying under a huge tree on an island in the middle of the lake, with a small figure banging on his head, as if trying to wake him up.

He saw himself in an ancient city full of tattered dolls, carefully crafting beautiful and petite dolls in his room.

If you accept the loneliness and the coldness like that, you may be able to see more clearly and see more things, but Ulysses doesn't like that coldness, it seems to have transcended the limits of time, and it can no longer be described as "indifferent".

Therefore, he chooses to come out and choose his own happiness, the happiness that Yulia, Rasha, Mira, and his mother brought him.

The scenery of the past slowly faded, and the coldness receded with the chaotic memories, and Ulysses reopened his eyes.

It was not the eyes of a great man who had experienced too much and had surpassed "history", but the eyes of a teenager who was nervous and didn't know what was going on in him.

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