The Dark Mother wandered like a lost dog for an unknown period of time, and all the tribes she approached spurned her and refused to join her, even if she had to lower her profile and wrap herself in her medical skills and rhetoric, it still didn't help.

In addition to the bad reputation left by curly hair, the most important thing is the wanted of the Legion. It seemed to be a cursed wanted that gave the Dark Mother an invisible mark, and the natives believed that the tribe willing to help her would be wiped out by the Legion, and they could do that, and for other reasons.

After threats, disappointments, humiliation, fear, and anger that can completely burn people's hearts, the Dark Mother almost goes crazy.

She already knew that she could no longer use this face to survive in human society, so she chose to go to no man's land, and further north of the northern tribes, there was a large desert wasteland, where no tribe had set foot.

In the end, the Dark Mother almost becomes a wild man. She lived alone in a no-man's land, no longer willing to come into contact with people, the heat in the desert was unbearable, and the fierce sun was like a kind of torture, and she passed out many times.

Animals mutated by the effects of radiation have ferocious souls, and any non-species that they notice will be watched with greedy eyes.

Darkmother doesn't know how many crazy animals she's fought against, and most of the time she has to run away, and those animals are so desperate and numerous, such as lizards, wild dogs, beetles, etc., that they want to tear her weak body apart and eat it.

Her efforts to recall and develop the knowledge she had learned before, and her survival skills and medical skills that were higher than those of ordinary natives helped her survive in the wilderness, but this did not improve her quality of life.

The scorching sun almost scorched her skin, making her more and more unbearable to the sun, and she was often infected by the wounds that had been attacked by those animals, which carried viruses and bacteria that could be deadly, and the dark mother did not understand these concepts at the time, but knew from experience that the wounds should be treated in time, but she had almost nothing at hand, so the infection still developed.

Parasitic diseases and skin diseases became her nightmares, and after being bitten by wild dogs in the desert, a kind of disease that the natives called

She was entangled in the disease of "crying sores", which was caused by a virus that caused skin sores to bleed, and once infected, a bleeding sore would grow on the infected person's body.

In her final moments, the Dark Mother became a walking corpse. She didn't know why she was still alive, she had already become like this.

The sore wounds on the surface of her body, which were constantly cracking, suppurating and rotting, could no longer be treated, and they brought her severe pain and stench from time to time.

She searched the desert for anything resembling cloth, even tearing rags from several corpses, just to add a layer of cover, and if she continued to let the sun shine in the daylight, she would have died a long time ago.

To combat this long suffering, she often cursed the Legion and all the tribesmen in self-muttering to herself.

The sunlight is so merciless, the sand under the body is like a raging flame, the mind seems to be ignited and burned out, and the things in the body float away little by little, leaving only an empty body.

She gradually forgot many things, one after another, and she tried to fight this forgetting, but eventually all her memories dissipated except for those related to hatred.

She had no way of knowing how much time had passed or where she was.

As her condition worsened, she began to hallucinate violently, and in her eyes, the sky turned from dark gray to pale, and the earth to blood red and black.

The tinnitus caused her to lose her hearing, and at first it was a high-pitched horn-like noise that pierced deep into her head, and then it gradually became a mixture of vicious, resentful, and evil whispers that continued endlessly into her dreams while she was conscious.

This gradually made her unable to distinguish reality, until one day, she may finally go crazy. That day, she saw a huge body in the sky that looked like a coil of black lines, this body had no neck, and a huge glowing white fireball appeared where it should have been a head.

The disgusting whispers of unknown words gradually became clear from vagueness, and could even respond to her wails and self-talk.

The unknown being stood forever far in front of her, waving back at her for her to lean over, but no matter how far she went, the distance didn't seem to change at all.

The voice in her ears completely turned into a kind of bewitchment, urging her to keep going. She couldn't comprehend all this, and her body continued to move forward like a marionette, but her heart grew more and more frightened, even suffocated.

Eventually, she fell to the ground again and closed her eyes. In the last bit of vague thinking in the darkness, the Dark Mother felt that this time she was dead, she gave up, preferring to let this damn desert take everything away from her, and her painful cursed legions were destroyed at the last moment, and the natives were dead.

..................... When the Dark Mother woke up, she was more comfortable than ever.

There was no cracked hot wind, no scorching sun, no scorching sand, the ground was soft and wet, and the sound of water roared not far away.

Is this probably a dream? She got up and looked around in confusion, as endless streams of clean water fell from the sky and crashed into a huge lake, surrounded by green trees.

The waves tumbled on the surface of the lake, flowing downstream in the outlet to an unknown place, and everywhere was turquoise.

Between the trees wandered animals she had never seen before, healthy and friendly, with only curiosity in their eyes looking at her.

Is there any other word other than heaven that can describe this place, call it here? She believed it would never be possible.

The Dark Mother opened and closed her eyes, only to feel that her soul was so shocked by the beauty of nature that she fell to her knees and wept loudly, not even understanding how her emotions were generated, probably just because of the violent impact of the long torture of the past and the incomparably beautiful environment of the present.

"If you've cried enough...."A strange voice came from behind her, and she turned stiffly to see a metal thing like a spider looking at her with a strange eye not far away.

"First of all, congratulations on coming to your senses, and forgive me for not taking you to a more professional treatment facility, after all, your physical condition is a little too bad, and I have to start treating you on the spot. However, I cannot guarantee that you will be cured completely, and there is still a possibility that your condition will recur in the future. The metal thing shimmered and made a sound from somewhere, and although it sounded a little weird, it felt like a woman's voice.

The Dark Mother had never seen such an object before, and for a moment fell into a trance, only feeling that she was about to return to the painful reality from the beautiful hallucination, so she was completely unable to respond, and she was even afraid that everything here would disappear when she opened her mouth, and throw her back into the crazy desert.

"You can hear me, can you? I haven't checked out that your hearing is impaired, and your intelligence is supposed to be completely normal, if you're scared, you don't have to, it's a perfectly safe place. If you want, you can tell me your name and we can continue to have an in-depth conversation. Don't worry about your supplies, I've thrown away that tattered cloak and some bits and pieces of tatters from you to make it easier to operate on you, and I've got everything you need. The metal thing said one after the other, a little bit of chatter, and it seemed to be very eager to communicate.

The Dark Mother was stunned for about ten minutes, she tried to organize the language, but the indescribable darkness kept appearing in her mind and swallowed all her words, so that she could only keep opening and closing her mouth without making a sound.

"Don't worry, maybe you're not ready? I can tell you my name first, my name is Diana. The metal thing said, as if to help the Dark Mother shatter the dark hammer in her head, so that she could finally speak.

"I, I, my name is ....." she said in a rude voice at first, a simple question that required her to think with all her might, that is, who was she?

"My name, my name, my name is... I, they call me the Dark Mother. Sweat broke down in the Dark Mother's forehead, this answer was so difficult for her, but when she said that, she felt as if she had crossed a threshold, and the door that had been close to closing in her mind had been reopened.

The scene was quiet for a few more minutes, until the voice that called herself Diana finally sounded again.

"Your words are hard to understand, I've retrieved all the language records in my database and analyzed your pronunciation shifts, and it seems that the people in Nevada and Livolia are more culturally intact, and the local survivors I've spoken so far speak a variety of languages. I've even heard a mixture of words from a few languages in the mouth of a man who believes that his ancestors must have come from many distant places, definitely not just SA people, and I guess it was mixed with some tourists from afar. ”

"I believe, you mean, that you are called the Mother of Darkness, are you? Interesting, why do you only remember one other person's name when you mention your name? But it doesn't matter, since you say it's your name, then I can think the same way. The Dark Mother stammered a few words that she didn't quite understand, and she finally made it clear to Diana.

"That's... It's someone else's name for me, not my own.... I should have had a name that belonged only to me, which was given to me by my parents, but.... I, I forgot. Diana smiled and said she understood, and then made an initiative.

"Then why don't I give you a suitable new name, it sounds better and has more substance, and at the same time it echoes the name you know, then..."

"What do you think, Hecate?"