Section 2: Prophecy

"Drawing a circle, no matter how long the trajectory is, will eventually return to the beginning. It's perfect because it's back to the beginning."

- [interlaced]

【Prophecy Emerges】

Leonte was the first human kingdom in the history of Valoran, and the founder of the kingdom was Elgus Charon, known as the "God of the World". There is a theory that the Charon clan is descended from the Alfonso and has the noblest bloodline in this world, because they are the fruit of humans and elves. The Kingdom of Leonte was founded in the first year of the First Age of Valoran, and was destroyed in 1397 by the Dark Legion led by Essidor the Great Shadow. In the fourth year of the fall of the kingdom of Léonte, the dwarven king Lorraine ordered craftsmen to restore the ancient ruins of Valoran, the magnificent barrier, which we now see as the "Super Fortress", a wall made of black iron and rough stone that divided Valoran into north and south. An old legend began at that time.

Pylos is the third brother of the dwarven king Lorraine, and while presiding over the construction of a magnificent barrier, he discovers a mysterious tribe at the peak of the giant. This tribe has less than three hundred people, but it has a highly developed civilization. According to ancient texts, they call themselves "prophets" and possess the ability to fly and create strange machines that can travel between two places quickly. According to the prophets, they came from a continent called Mesopotaya, which sank in the ocean hundreds of years ago, and they were survivors of the catastrophe. The soothsayers adopted a human boy named Ouranos, who would later establish the kingdom of Agaste by Ouranos Prosyus.

Before the age of thirteen, Ouranos lived with the "Prophet", which gave him an extremely special ability, one that was similar to the elven foreshadowing, but much stronger than the foreshadowing. He knows what will happen in the next few years, and it will all be true. Believing that Ouranos was sent to Valoran by the gods to defeat Essidor, Pyrrhus taught him what he had learned all his life without reservation. By the time he was twenty years old, Ouranos was already on the radar of the bravest dwarven warriors. Under the guidance of the prophets, Ouranos founded Utistan in 1424 of the First Age, a united kingdom of dwarves and humans. In 1503, the famous Battle of Santa Hill broke out in the history of Valoran. In the final battle, Ouranos Proses defeated Esidor on Mount Santa and the Great Dark Ages came to an end. In February of the following year, the Elven King Oznak and Queen Nalesia crowned Ouranos Prosès on Mount Santa Hill, and the second kingdom of mankind, Agats, was established.

However, after becoming Agaste the Great, Ouranos began to get a little eccentric. There is a theory that in the final battle, Aesido told Ouranos, "You are born to Iolandil, the last king of the kingdom of Leonte, and his twin sister Opersis, and you have the purest blood of the Charon clan and have the power to destroy everything!" This investigation eventually turned into killings, killings of those in the know. Ouranos did not allow anyone other than himself to know his origins. At the same time, however, he discovers a surprising secret. It was a long-abandoned portal that led to a completely unknown region that had never been marked on Valoran's map, and there were no ancient books that recorded it.

"Acacia—the End—"

Ouranos, with his foresight, saw the future of the region, a terrifying future......

【The Guardian of the Prophecy】

......

"My name is Scotter Invoker, a descendant of the Elgus Invoker, and my mentor is Sorata of the Star Wishers. I learned from her that under the Temple of Life in Ionia is sealed the only original god of Valoran, the source of the abyss and hell, Mordosos. Unfortunately, its power has infected me, and my soul is about to be torn apart little by little! The pain is indescribable! Even the gods cannot bear it! While I am still awake, I must leave this, this prophecy that I guard, the prophecy of Ouranos the Great. If you can see these words, find Acacia, the legendary Lost Lands, right away. Repair the portal, enter the area, seal or destroy all the evil, or the world will end here......! Maybe ......"

【Demon Portal】

January 17th

It's the third day, and we still haven't been able to fix the portal, or we can't find a way to fix it. The Celeraz Invoker is a magician we have invited, and he is a man of great wits and a force to be reckoned with. But, can he really fix the portal?

......

February 12th

The portal was finally repaired, and I knew that Treraz was a man of means!but, unlike all portals I've seen, it didn't have a rapidly spinning vortex, and I couldn't even feel the flow of magic that sustained the matter within. The portal was made of obsidian and had a rectangular shape, and the inside of the rectangle was a purple glowing substance, from which a strange sound constantly emanated, making people uneasy. No one in the expedition dared to be the first to go in, and so did I. Tlairaz said that tomorrow he would be the first to enter the portal and let us in after confirming that it was safe. It looks like we wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything without Tleraz on this trip.

......

[Charon Prophecy]

I am Orras Charon, a descendant of the Charon clan. Unlike the royal family of Agaste, my family has a purer bloodline. As you know, I have elven eyes and can see what will happen in the future. I left this prophecy because I thought that one person would gather all six holy relics in the future to save Valoran. You can see the words on it, which proves that your power has reached unprecedented heights, and you may really be able to do it.

Many people wonder what kind of prophecy Ouranos Proses the Great left behind, which seems to be a mystery, but as far as I guess, this prophecy is related to Acacia. The first person to reach Acacia was Teleraz Invoker of the Wisher family, who first entered Acacia through a demonic portal with the Prophet Expedition three hundred and seventy years ago. The expedition gathered the most powerful mages, warlocks, and warriors of the time in Valoran. However, Trelaz was the only survivor, and his wisdom and strength kept him alive, and we learned some of Acacia's secrets.

Most people believe that the first summoner in Valoran's history was Quezalin Invoker, but in fact, long ago, someone summoned powerful creatures from another world to assist in combat. The first creatures to be summoned to Valoran are known as "Xenomorphs", and these creatures come from a world called "Du Ling". There are three types of aliens, the first is called "cultivators", who can transform into human beings, and in that state they cannot distinguish the difference from humans. Cultivators are the highest-ranking of xenos, they tend to be leaders, can speak human languages, and possess great intelligence. The second type is called "Spellbinders", so called because most magic is ineffective against them, and they can restrain magical manipulators in the absolute sense of the word. The Spellbinder has green skin, an ugly appearance, and is about the height of a human1. 5 times, with huge blades on their arms, and some of them have wings. The third type is called "Kogas", which resembles a giant reptile, has no eyes, and its head is only a bloody mouth and huge fangs, and when in a state of rage, its body is full of spikes, each of which is large enough to pierce a buffalo.

The first person to summon was the Spell Binder, and the information I have is that the leader of the Dharma Binding is called "Di Menloster". They killed the summoners at the very beginning of their summoning, and these guys are bloodthirsty, and although they can understand human language, they are by no means reasonable guys. The Spellbinder has a powerful teleportation spell that can be used to summon more Xenos. The xenomorphs summoned by the lawbinders belong to the cultivators, and as far as I know, there are a total of three cultivators who have come to Valoran. One of the cultivators reached Ionia and passed on his knowledge to humans and elves, and some of his disciples later built the famous Temple of Life, where the monks practiced a powerful spell for thousands of years, unlike any magic in Valoran, known as the "Power of Cultivation" (the title "Cultivator" was also invented by the monks of the temple)

As we all know, in 1312 of the First Valoran period, there was an alien invasion, which occurred shortly after the summoning ceremony began. Thus, there is a story that the "Goddess of Punishment" Tenise and her three hundred shadow warriors saved Valoran from the xenos and sealed it forever. Now I'm going to tell you the essence of the story. Tenyss is not the daughter of the Elder Gods, but the cultivator I mentioned earlier who came to Ionia. That's right, she's also an alien, a xenomorph powerful enough to kill thousands of spellbinders. The so-called "Shadow Warriors" were her disciples, the most famous of whom were Pavard, the founder of the Sect of Equilibrium. Ternis, mortally wounded in that battle, knew that it would not be long before the Xenos would return, and that the world would be destroyed by their wrath. So, she befriended a human and gave birth to Ergus Invoker, the first member of the family of Invokers. Tenies's purpose in doing this is to let her heirs guard the seal for generations, and that seal is Acacia.

However, humans are the race that will most dilute their bloodline, and the "cultivator" bloodline of the Wisher family has weakened little by little with the passage of time. Because of this, Acacia's seal will gradually disappear. By the time Teleraz opened the demon portal, the seal was gone. Thankfully, Treraz Invoker has activated a hallucinatory spell that can trap xenomorphs in Acacia for four hundred and seventy-one years. After four hundred and seventy-one years, the spell will unravel naturally. At that time, Valoran, I am afraid that no one could defend against xenos.

All of the above is probably the truth you must know before you see the prophecy. My elven eyes can see what is going on in the next three hundred and fifty years. Luckily, during this time, there are really people who can unravel the prophecy of Ouranos and find a way to stop and destroy the xenomorphs. But before that, a lot of preparation needs to be done. The prophecy is divided into three parts, and if you are the person to whom the prophecy is directed, you will surely understand its meaning.

The wheel of fortune is spinning fast

The world of the living is cold and miserable

Five rune wars have completely changed Valoran

The trauma of magic and the boundless darkness

The descendants of the ancient family will stop the spread of war with extraordinary power

An obsidian palace will be built on the homeland of the Kingdom of Agat

All confusion and disputes will be handled by it

——

The wheel of fortune is spinning fast

The world of the living is cold and miserable

Shadows are brewing in the obsidian palace

A war of the past and the present is about to begin

Only the descendants of an ancient family can stop the war from spreading

The wrath of a world will eventually crush his shoulders

Born only for death at the right time

......

One

Time: Evening Location: Bezod's Mansion Characters: Bezod, Fronsa, Insominia, Asrema

(¤Fronza sits on the metal staircase of the hall, holding a bottle of butterbeer in his hand, looking very laid-back)

Fronza: That's the prophecy, and to date Valoran knows probably no more than twenty of them, and you're lucky enough to be one of them.

(¤Turning to the Reverseangle backhand angle to show Fronza, Asrema and Insominia)

Asrema: This information sounds useless to us.

Fronsa: Of course it's useful, isn't that what you're looking for?

Insominia: To be precise, what you say is different from what I know.

Fronza: (smiles) What do you know? Acacia was summoned from Valla during the First Rune War by a summoner named Osack?

(¤Insominia and Asrema show surprise)

Insomina: Yes, it does.

Fronsa: (takes a sip of beer, then chuckles) Deceptive! Because Osack was the first to discover Acacia's existence other than the Prophet Expedition, people mistakenly thought that this guy summoned Acacia.

Insominia: Imsominia: Impossible! If this is false, why have so many powerful summoners believed in it for so many years?

Fronza: Because they are all weaker than Osak!(Pause, looking at Aslema and Insol's expressions) This is obvious, they all think that Osak is an extremely powerful being, and such people do things that they cannot understand—(pauses) Deservedly!

Asremma: So, how did you know the truth?

Fronza: Because there was a man in my family named Angela Invoker who stopped Ossac, and it was through him that I learned the truth.

Asrema: Listen to you, this man is still alive.

Fronsa: Of course he died, he was the one who repaired Acacia's seal, and at the same time, he died because of the exhaustion of his power.

Asrema: And how did you-

Fronsa: (interrupting Asremma) A diary, an ancient diary that records all the memories of its owner.

Insominia: (surprised) There is such a thing!

Fronsa: (smiles) Of course, the diary is now in Anton Salon's possession. However, the fool took it as a relic of his parents and treasured it, without discovering the mystery in it.

Asrema: It seems that this diary is supposed to be hiding a lot of secrets.

Fronsa: This diary has a name, "The Truth of Prophecy." The inventor was none other than Trelaaz, who knew that anyone who wanted to crack the prophecy had to know everything about it, so he created it. Unfortunately, also because of his cunning, the memories in the diary must have the same power as the person who stored them.

Asrema: (turns her head and snorts) Anyway, who would have equal power with those guys?

Insominia: Wait a minute!(It's so loud that both Fronza and Asrema focus their eyes on him, and the camera shows Bezod standing by the window.) You're going to know this because you're —

Fronza: (nodding) Ah-I know what you're trying to say, do you think I have the power to match those people?" (Asrema and Insol both looked at him in surprise, oh, he suddenly laughed twice) Of course it's impossible, I have another way.

Asrema: (snorts) What a weird person!

Insominia: The first part of the prophecy is supposed to refer to the establishment of the League of Legends, and the person to whom the prophecy refers is Ekio Invoker.

Fronza: Yes, that's obvious.

Asrema: What about the second part? What does the second part mean? I don't understand at all!

Insomina: I think it's also pointing to someone—

Fronsa: Obviously, it's nonsense. Pointing at a person, not a dog, not a pig, of course.

Insominia: Your words are infuriating!

Fronsa: (smiles) Joking, joking, don't be so serious.

Asrema: Even if we know the prophecy, what does it have to do with us?

Fronza: (smiles) Of course it doesn't matter, that's obvious.

Asremma: (angry) Do you want to fight? You bastard!

Fronza: Ah- (takes a sip of beer) I don't think His Highness Asrema can beat me!

Asremma: (rolls up his sleeves and takes a stance) You bastard, I'm going to verify what you say now!

Bezord: (in a low tone) It's almost time for you to be quiet!

(¤Fronza and the other three set their eyes on Bezod, who slowly turned around and faced the three disciples)

Fronza: (smiles) I'm sorry, Mr. Bezod, for making you angry!

Bezod: There's something more important for you to discuss.

Asrema: (slightly surprised) W-what!?

Fronza: (hands raised) I know! What do you eat at night! I'm right, right?

Bezord: (looks down, sighs) It's okay - let's go, I know a good place.

(¤Bezod walks to the gate, and Fronza follows)

Insominia: (whispering) Both of these men are weird, and I can't really fathom their tempers and temperaments.

Asrema: (sighs) The thought of spending a few years with these guys makes me uncomfortable.

Insomina: You don't mean "these guys" by me, do you?

Asrema: (angry) Why are you like this? Isn't it obvious? Are you infected by them too!?

(¤Fronza turns his head)

Fronsa: I say, Your Highness Asrema, "obvious" is my mantra!

Asrema: (angrily pointing at Fronsa) Can't I use that word?

Two

Everything in the world seemed to be frozen in this cold winter night, and even the air could not flow again, and the darkness spread in the boundless sky, drowning the starlight and the moonlight in despair. On a night like this, even the most visually sighted creatures can't see anything. Or rather, the eyes have become superfluous organs, and their presence only adds to unwarranted fear. For some reason, a white light suddenly flashed in the northern sky, and although it was only for a moment, it would be missed in the blink of an eye, but that moment of light was enough to illuminate the entire sky. Like after lightning, there must be thunder, and a great roar spreads from the white light to the earth, and with that inexplicable sound, the earth begins to tremble incessantly...... The sleeping animals woke up one after another, making strange calls, as if all the calls were conveying a meaning. Immediately afterward, beacon fires were lit in the watchtowers of the Demacian and Noxian frontiers, and Zun lit fluorite lamps in the military stronghold of the Twisted Forest, a powerful tremor felt even by Ionia in the Far East.

"What are you looking at, sir?" asked an armored warrior, but he seemed to be alone in the darkness.

It wasn't long before the silence of the night was broken again by the sound of snow and ice crushing over it, and a tall figure gradually broke free from the darkness and appeared beside the warrior from earlier. "Mindogo lit a beacon fire. A deep, powerful voice rang out.

"Do you want to inform His Highness Garvin?" the warrior's words were filled with reverence for the man beside him, "Lord Galen?"

"Don't tell him yet, you go back to the barracks first, and I'll be there later." Galen replied in a low tone.

"Yes, sir. So, I'll go back first. The warrior bowed to Galen, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Come out!" said Galen, turning his head to face the forest beside him. Of course, on such a dark night, there was no forest to be seen.

Out of the thick darkness suddenly came a group of people, the figures of these creatures could be seen because of the faint blue light around them, although faint, but there was a terrible power in the flickering fragments.

"It's so dark in here!" was a man with a very high-pitched voice, who should have had severe laryngitis before, so much so that his voice was so bad that he wanted to vomit.

Galen glanced at the guy who was talking just now, although he couldn't see clearly, he seemed to know the identity of the other party, "Aren't you guys able to make light?"

"I'm sorry to call everyone out so late. "It was a woman with an extremely soft voice, her voice was as beautiful as the sound of a piano, and even had the magic to make people think about it. As soon as he finished speaking, a bonfire appeared next to Galen out of thin air.

By the light of the campfire, Galen could see the crowd clearly, and to be precise, he could only match their bodies and names, for everyone except him wore huge hoods, and the shadows cast by the hoods completely obscured the faces of the fellows. There were six visitors, three men and three women.

"Oh, long time no see, Lord Galen!" the voice belonged to LeBlanc, who deliberately lengthened her pitch to make it gentle.

"Hey, I don't know you very well!" said Galen, clasping his hands over his chest, his tone surprisingly cold. In the light of the fire, you can barely see his handsome cheeks and thick hair.

"Don't do that!" LeBlanc exclaimed, almost coquettishly, "and someone saved you!"

"It's embarrassing, LeBlanc, Galen isn't interested in an old woman like you!" the shrill man's voice sounded again, and he was standing beside LeBlanc, looking sideways at LeBlanc, his toes tapping to the ground. This guy is not much taller than a few women, and his body is thin and weak, and he looks weak.

"Is that just a few people?" Galen had no intention of continuing the previous topic, and he turned his gaze to the two tall men standing across from him, "Isn't there something very important?"

"The others were too busy with official business to get out, so just a few of us arrived. The woman who spoke first replied, her voice still charming.

"Long story short, Sorata. This is Bezod's voice, his tone is not as stiff as before, probably concerned about the identity of the other party.

"Well, okay. Sorata nodded at Bezod, then turned his gaze to Galen, "You felt that strong tremor just now, didn't you? ”

"I guess it was an ordinary earthquake. Galen didn't seem to trust Sorata, "What evidence do you have to convince me that the kind of thing you're talking about does exist?"

"What?" said the man with a very sharp voice, a little angry, "Don't believe us at all!

"What are you talking ——! Ryze!?" a cold wind blew, and the firelight trembled a few times, reflecting Galen's face full of anger. Probably no one in the room saw how he rushed to Ryze, the man with a shrill voice, and grabbed him by the collar.

"Ryze, don't off Lord Galen, you're going to die!" LeBlanc said with a smile as he walked over to Galen and Ryze.

"Ahh ”

"Your Excellency, will you hear me say a word?" Sorata's voice sounded again, and although the words were polite and gentle, they also contained an irresistible power, and under the influence of this power, Galen involuntarily lowered his hand that grabbed Ruiz's collar.

"I'm sorry, Lord Solata. Galen turned away from Ruiz and LeBlanc.

"Lord Galen, I suggest that you garrison the main force of the Dreadnought Vanguard at the Crystal Trace. The man we mentioned is looking for something this time. That thing is hidden in the Crystal Scarf's catacomb. As Sorata spoke, the cold air around her seemed to gradually disappear, replaced by a warm current.

"Thanks for the heads-up, Lord Solata. As soon as Galen finished speaking, he turned to leave.

"Elaina doesn't want that to happen, Galen. Bezod took a step forward and looked at Galen's muscular back.

Galen stopped what he was about to take and turned his head slightly, "Get out of here, your campfire may have caught a lot of people's attention." The tone in which he said this was the same as the one just now, completely devoid of stiffness and coldness.

"Don't worry, Lord Galen!" LeBlanc deliberately slowed down to make her voice slightly softer, "This campfire is only visible to us!

When Galen turned back again, the six visitors had disappeared, not a single breath left, and the campfire had been extinguished little by little. "What a bunch of weird guys!" he sighed, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Three

The warming of the temperature in the morning caused the snow on the ground to melt a lot, and the ground in the outer city was full of snow as it was five days ago. In the afternoon, the golden sun hung high in the sky, and from a distance, the white roofs of the buildings in the outer city seemed to be gilded with gold, shining brightly. The bustling streets of yesteryear are rarely populated, mostly summoned men in various cloaks, and they are the busiest people at any time of the year. There was also a bright spot among the passers-by, and that was Eloni in a navy blue trench coat, her hands in her pockets, her neck tucked into a pink scarf, and her silver-gray eyes were devoid of the glittering light. The winter wind seemed to have a schadenfreude quality, and at the moment, it was constantly stirring Elonie's sideburns, and the soft blackness, and the fragrance that spread in the wind, had long been different from the past, so that the space around her was full of heavy sorrow.

There were people accompanying her behind her, and although it was far away, she might have sensed the breath of the other party. The man was dressed in purple college robes and a brown scarf, and the winter wind occasionally messed up his already unkempt hair, which he didn't seem to care about, as his green eyes only had the back of Eloni. However, the reflection in his eyes was more sad and lonely than it actually was. At this moment, Arroni suddenly stopped, as if she was deliberately waiting for her followers.

"Can you talk to me?Anton Salon?" said Aroni in a low voice, and from that tone she was no longer the same person she used to be, it was a completely different person, a person with completely opposite experiences and origins.

"Okay. Anton Sharon walked up to Eloni's side and looked at the other man's cheek, a teardrop flowing from his silver-gray eyes and sliding down the contours of his face.

"Would you like to be my friend?" Irony's sudden question surprised Anton Saron, but judging from her serious expression, there was no reason for the other party to be suspicious.

"We've been friends since then, two years ago, in Doha Village. Anton Salonn replied softly, walking side by side with Eloni, always keeping a foot apart.

"I'm really—am I really a bad, bad girl?" said Eloni at last, perhaps she wanted to cry the moment Anton Saron walked up.

"You're a good girl, there's no doubt about that. Anton Sharon knew that such an answer would not serve any comforting effect, but he did not know what better words could be said.

"Asrema—he—" Arroni choked before she could finish her sentence.

"Ah, I know—" Anton Salon, frowning, glancing at Ironie beside him, "but I'm sure he's still in love with you right now." ”

Aroni suddenly stopped crying and looked at Anton Salonon with a surprised gaze, she clearly knew what the other party was capable of, and hoped from the bottom of her heart that what the other party said was true. "Really!?"

"Even though he's a goal-oriented person, he won't give up on you so easily. He is sincere to you, and there is no falsehood in the slightest. Anton Salon, knowing that the other party was looking at him, did not turn his head, he was afraid to look at him.

"But—how can I get Asrema to forgive me?" Eloni grabbed Anton Saron's left arm and walked in front of him, staring at the other's emerald eyes.

Anton Saron didn't expect such a big reaction from Arronie, he immediately took a step back, avoiding his gaze, "I-I think you may need to make some changes. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt extremely nervous, and he didn't know whether the words had been said after consideration.

"What kind of change?" said Eloni, who looked puzzled on her tear-stained face, but it was a little cute.

"Something like this—change!"

Both Anton Saron and Ironie were taken aback by the sudden remark, especially Arrowney, who almost threw herself into Anton Salon's arms. The voice came from Fronza, who was wearing a new maroon cloak to-day, his unkempt hair neatly trimmed, and the beard that had been uncomfortable to look at five days ago was gone. For the first time in the long time since Anton Salon, he had seen him take care of it so decently.

"Do you have amnesia, as if you don't know me!" Fronza curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, but there was something deeper in that smile, something inscrutable.

"What do you want to say?Fronsa?" Anton Salon, he saw some clues, but he also knew that the mind vision was ineffective for people of Fronsa's level.

"Eroni, look if there's one more thing in your left pocket!" Fronsa's fingers and eyes motioned for the other to touch his pocket.

Arroni complied, pulling out a key and a lock from it, and she looked at what she was holding with doubts written on her face, "What are you doing with this in my pocket?"

"A key corresponds to only one lock. Even the best craftsmen can't make exactly the same thing. So, the key and the lock are the perfect match, and everything is a one-to-one correspondence!" Fronza said to himself, as if he understood that his words meant nothing to Eroni.

"Huh?" said Aroni, winking at Fronza, like an ignorant child looking at something he couldn't understand, "then—what does that mean?"

Anton Sharon sighed softly and closed his eyes at the same time, "I knew it would be like this, Fronsa, you have worked in vain!" Just then, Eroni suddenly pushed him so hard that he slipped and fell to a piece of unmelted ice, so painful that he almost burst into tears.

"What do you mean?!" Eroni said angrily to Anton Saron, "I just don't understand, look at your expression!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong!" Anton Salons never expected that his expression just now could be noticed by Arroni, and what he didn't expect was that the other party would treat him in such a rough way.

"Get up, fool!" said Ironi, putting the key and lock back in her pocket, and holding out a hand, signaling for Anton Salons to stand up with it.

Anton Salonn looked at the outstretched hand of Eloni, hesitated slightly, but still accepted the other party's help, "Thank you-"

"Did it hurt?" said Aroni as she patted Anton Salon's crushed ice off her body.

"You-" Fronza gave an embarrassed expression as he gestured to Anton Salon's and Aroni's hands, "Shouldn't you let go?"

"Ah——!h

"Anton Saron!" Eloni looked at Anton Saron carefully with curious eyes, "You can't be holding a girl's hand for the first time, are you!

"Of course, he's not the same kind of person as you at all, that's obvious!" Fronza chuckled twice.

"And you!" Eloni suddenly turned and pointed at Fronsa, much to the surprise of the other party, "I don't care what you are or how you talk so much, in fact, I would like to see how long he will hold him when no one reminds him!"

"Ahh

"Thank you, Fronsa, though!" Eloni curled the corners of her mouth slightly, shoving a cocoa candy into Fronsa's palm, "I don't understand it yet, but one day I will understand what you say." ”

Fronza looked at the cocoa candy that Eroni had given him, and his cheeks flushed a little, "That's—Miss Eroni, can I understand that you are interesting to me?"

"Well, yes, I'm interested in you!" said Eloni, with her head bowed, as she walked up to Fronsa, "-——! is strange" The last two words were almost shouted out so that the pedestrians on the street turned their eyes to this side.

Notice that among the people here were Asrema and Insominia, who were originally discussing the prophecy. "Well, isn't that Aroni?" said Insominia.

Asrema glanced at Arroni, and then continued walking in the direction of Tegel's Coffee House, as if she had never known each other, "Let's go, it's almost time." “

Insominia followed, "Are you really decisive, did you really break up with her?"

"So what? A woman like that is not what I want. Asrema replied in a cold tone.

Inthominia chuckled, "I don't think you can abandon your attachment so easily, even though she has betrayed you many times. ”

"This kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, a person who doesn't deserve love won't cherish your feelings for her at all. Asrema frowned, and the hands in his pockets couldn't help but clench into fists, "If you fall in love with such a person, you will always be in an unequal position, and you will only get harm." ”

"Of course—" Insominia stopped abruptly and pointed across the street to a woman with a pet dog in her arms, "she's just a necessary role in your life—a lover." ”

Asrema turned her head to look in the direction of Insominia's finger, and the woman was stroking the puppy in her arms while talking to her lover next to her. Seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. At that moment, he seemed to understand something.

"I see—hehe, she's such a haughty fellow!"

Four

Time: Early Morning Location: Courtyard of Bezod's Mansion Characters: Fronsa, Anton Salon, Eroni

(¤The shot shows a distant view of a large mandala flower in Bezod's courtyard, which looks alive and has no winter feel at all.) The camera zooms in to give a vista of the entire estate, which is divided into two parts by a stone path with lush meadows and large mandala flowers on either side. On the outskirts of the estate is a mountain of snow, and the snow is still falling. However, the snowflakes seemed to be deliberately avoiding the manor, or rather, the manor was surrounded by an invisible barrier. )

(¤In a corner of the manor, Fronsa, Anton Ssalon, and Eroni sit around a stone table......)

Fronza: Lord Bezod has handed you over to me, and although I am unhappy, it is clear that I have no right to refuse.

Anton Salon: I seem to hear the word "obvious" a lot from your lips lately, and when I first met you, you said it, but not so often......

Fronza: Because at that time my "encounter" with you was ordered by Lord Bezord, and he ruled over me. But now, the one who dominates me is myself, so I can do whatever I want.

Anton Salon: (surprised) You- what do you say? He dominates you? What does that mean?

Fronsa: Obviously, literally. In short, the art of seeing the mind is not even the tip of the iceberg, not even the tip of the iceberg! It may sound tongue-in-cheek, but it is true.

Eloni: What about the two of them? I mean, where are the other two?

Fronza: The two of them are far more skilled in magic than you, and you don't deserve to be directly instructed by Lord Bezord—

Anton Salon: (interrupting Fronsa) Hey——! Fronsa!Who are you? How many secrets are you hiding!?

Fronza: (smiles) Don't make the atmosphere so tense! Relax - I know you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time to answer them. One day, I'm going to sit down and answer all your questions, don't worry!" (Watching Anton Saron gradually calm down, he breathed a sigh of relief)

Eloni: I've been in a bad mood lately, and I don't think I can learn any other spells. It's good that you don't have to see that weird old man!

Fronsa: Alright, alright - let's start with Anton Salon, then!

Anton Salon: Strengthen my mind-seeing, Fronsa! I want to know more!

Fronza: (smiles) You can't control that powerful ability right now, as far as I know, after two years of studying at the War College, you've only mastered the lowest secret art, Ice Blast, right?

Anton Salon: (bows his head) Ah, yes, I don't have any talent......

Fronza: So, why did you use the two forbidden spells of "Life Vow" and "Life Oathbreaker", which I couldn't even learn?

(Anton Saron is stunned and begins to think back to the scene when he cast those two forbidden spells, he knows in his heart that they were played on the spot in a critical moment, and he has no ability to control those spells.) )

Fronza: Well, let me answer you, it's the power of instinct. Maybe from birth, you know how to cast those two spells. So, in a crisis, you don't need to think about it, you can use them.

Anton Salon: (surprised, recalling the scene) Probably, you're right—

Fronsa: Anton Salon, with your current strength, you will only become a burden to everyone when you carry out tasks in the future. However, if you don't have the talent to learn magic, then your role is only instinct at this critical moment!

Anton Salon: I- I don't quite understand-

Fronza: Come on, in order for you to understand, I'm going to make a live target, and you can try it with all your might, the "Ice Shot", which you are best at!

(¤Anton Saron prepares to get up)

Fronza: You don't have to cast it from a distance, it's right here, or if it's closer.

Eloni: Are you crazy? It's too dangerous to use magic at such a close distance!

Fronsa: (chuckles) Oh, I don't think Anton Salons can be a threat to me.

Anton Salon: (frowns) Looks like I'm completely underestimated!

Fronsa: Come on—Anton Salon, do your best!

(¤Anton Saron clasps his hands together and silently recites the Enhancement Charm as he unleashes a burst of ice.) However, at the moment when the light blue ball of light between Anton Salon's ten fingers was about to rush towards Fronsa, Fronsa stretched out his left hand to grasp the ball of light and crushed it. Anton Salon's eyes widened, they couldn't believe it was real. )

Anton Salon: How could it be—it suppressed my magical energy with my hands, and—and I didn't feel your magical power.

Fronsa: In other words, instead of canceling out your spell with the same amount of magical power, I just scratched it, right?

Anton Salon: This- what the hell is this-

Fronsa: Don't worry, you'll figure it out right away! Try your instincts! I'll attack Eroni in a moment, and you'll have to find a way to protect her!

Anton Salon: Wait a minute——! this is such a mess!

Arronie: (scared) Y-no, I'm a little scared!

Fronsa: (smiles at Eloni) It's okay, Princess Eroni!(Turning her gaze to Anton Saron) Anton Saron, sooner or later you have to deal with this kind of thing, when you encounter a real enemy, you may say "No, this is too messy!" How can you be a useful summoner if you don't even have the ability to protect your loved ones?

(¤Anton Saron remembered what he had said two years ago when he said goodbye to Anrila in Doha Village, "I want to be a summoner, to be a respectable person, and from now on, the purpose of my life is to not let anyone around me be harmed!") Gradually, a resolute expression appeared on his face. )

Fronsa: (smiles in relief) yes, that's it, Anton Salon! Next, look closely, it's my ice shot—

(¤Fronza closed his eyes slightly, and stretched out the index finger of his left hand, at the same time, a powerful magical power was condensed in his fingertips, I saw him lightly touch the stone chair beside him with his fingers, a blue light flashed, and the stone chair immediately turned into a lump of ice.) He slowly opened his eyes and flicked the stone chair that had been frozen into ice, only to hear a crunch click, and the ice shattered into powder......)

Anton Salon: (surprised) Actually- you- you're such a powerful person, it's a little ridiculously strong!

Fronsa: Ah, it's over, it's just a blow with all my might, and that's all I have.

Eloni: No—are you going to use such an attack against me? (nervously almost crying) No! I'm going to die!

Fronsa: (seriously) You're underestimating Anton Saroon, Princess Arronie, whose instinctive power can easily block a spell of my magnitude—— So, Anton Saron, are you ready?

(¤Anton Salonn swallowed dryly, he knew that Fronsa was just cheering himself up.) At this moment, his heart was extremely nervous, but he was also telling himself that this step would have to be taken sooner or later! )

Fronsa: "Secret Method: Ice Shot" (Fronza uses Ice Shot to attack Aroni-)

(Anton Saron kept reminding himself in his heart: instinct, my instinct! I want to protect her, protect all my loved ones! Yes, this is my ideal, this is the purpose of my life——!)

(¤A silver-white light shot out like a sharp arrow, and Fronsa's magical power was shattered by the impact of this silver light......)

Fronsa: (at first surprised, then smiling with satisfaction) Ah, ah, you did it! Anton Salon! So, what is the spell called? It looks like it's very strong!

Anton Salon: (confused) Huh? What——? did I just use any spell?

Fronza: (looking at Aroni) Look—it's instinct, he doesn't know what he's doing!

Eloni: (angry) Instinct!!You two fools!(Glancing Fronsa's arm, it hurts so hard that the other gritted his teeth) You almost killed me, you know!? (turns to Anton Salon) And you——! you fool, how can I trust my life to you in the future!?

Fronsa: (rubs his aching arm) Don't be so angry, aren't you still alive?

Arrow: (kicks Fronza hard) Nonsense! Of course I'm alive! Don't you feel weird?!

Anton Salon: (seriously) I'm sorry, Elony, I'm so bad-

(¤Eroni and Fronza look at Anton Salon, who bows his head, in surprise)

Fronsa: (smiles) You're not bad, Anton Salon. The kind of power just now may have surpassed everyone in the "Dawn Star".

Anton Salon: Didn't you say it, it's instinct, it's not the power that I can use at any time.

Fronsa: Do you want to master it?

Anton Salon: That's obvious.

Fronza: Okay - go buy me ten cups of coffee out of town, and I'll tell you!

Anton Salon: (dissatisfied) You're such a callous guy! Well, for the sake of you've helped me a lot.

Fronza: I just like the talkative guy like you, that- remember to go back quickly!

(¤Anton Salons turns and walks towards the courtyard gate)

Arroni: Well, you took him away. What's next?

Fronsa: (scratching his head) Hmm- date, yes, how about that?

Arroni: (turns her head) I don't want to!

Fronsa: (smiling awkwardly) Hey—I'm being amorous. But, Princess Aroni, your eyes—

Aroni: (wondering) What's wrong with my eyes?

Fronza: Your eyes weren't silvery-gray, were they?

(¤Arrowney looks surprised, she recalls the inexplicable discoloration of her eyes, at first just the iris, and then the whole eye changes to this color, fortunately, this color makes her eyes even more beautiful.) )

Arroni: (nodding) Well, I don't know why, but it somehow ended up like this.

Fronsa: The human eye usually doesn't change color on its own, unless it's for some special reason, such as—

Aroni: (interrupting Fronsa) For example——!?

Fronsa: Let's say a certain strength in your body starts to manifest itself. Well, the last time you burned the letters, the arcane flames pierced through the envelope, right?

Aroni: (I was about to express my surprise, but I suddenly realized that the other person was a descendant of the Supplicant family and had mastered the art of seeing the mind) yes, I don't know why, those flames don't think they can penetrate objects, do they?

Fronsa: Well, not exactly. To be precise, the phenomenon you see is called "Spell Spirit".

Aroni: Spell Spirit?

Fronsa: The direct change of matter from a solid state to a gaseous state is called sublimation, and vice versa. In the field of magic, Linghua is also a special phenomenon, which refers to the granulation of magical energy.

Arroni: I- I don't understand, what is the granulation of magical energy?

Fronsa: (sighs) I know you don't understand, remember that spell from Anton Salon?

Arroni: Well, of course, his spells scattered your spells.

Fronsa: No, it's not a breakup, it's a spirit. His spell belongs to the forbidden realm and is called "Reverse Eclipse", and its effect is to cause the enemy's spell to bloom and thus neutralize. Unlike spells that cancel out the opponent with the same amount of magical power, this spell does not cause any damage.

Eloni: So- how did he do it?

Fronsa: I don't know, I don't need to be taught, that guy seems to have been born with such powers. Of course, that's not what we're going to discuss. Closer to home, the reason why your spell can penetrate the envelope is because of its Psychic phenomenon. So - why can the sheets be ignited when they are already particle-shaped?

Aroni: (surprised, she realizes that the other person is going to say something important) Ah, that's what I'm wondering about.

Fronsa: Because after that spell was in Linghua, there was another "refining". Alchemy is the opposite of Linghua, which refers to the magic particles that condense space and make them form spells again. Because after the spell is reborn, the particles will not decompose immediately, but will remain for a while.

Eloni: Is it like the relationship between sublimation and condensation?

Fronsa: (nodding) Yes, Linghua and Alchemy are equivalent to sublimation and condensation. There are many summoners who can make spell spirits, and I can do it too. However, I have yet to see a summoner who can make spells alchemy—not even Lord Bezord!

Arrow: (startled) Y- you don't mean-

Fronza: Do you know why Lord Bezod chose you as a disciple? because you are Asrema's lover? Because you are a descendant of the Brad family? Neither, because you are the only summoner we know who can make spells melt!

Eloni: I- why don't I know, this- this suddenly- (a little overwhelmed)

Fronza: Don't be too happy, princess! As I said, alchemy is the reassembly of spell particles into the original spell. If a single exists, it doesn't make any sense.

Elony: (expressing disappointment) Hey—Bai was happy, and he talked for a long time, just like Bai said.

Fronsa: Don't worry, how can such a precious ability be useless? There's still a lot of room for development of your abilities.

Eloni: It's troublesome, it's troublesome—why don't you go back and take a shower and get a good night's sleep!

Fronsa: (narrows his eyes) Hmm? Is there a new favorite tonight?

Eloni: (angrily) Don't talk to me so frivolously, okay? I haven't been close to anyone other than Ace - (pauses) the man! I'm just content to watch them salivate!

Fronsa: (smirks) Ah, ah, so you're still a girl, aren't you?

Eloni: What do you mean? Isn't that obvious? As-that guy is a tasteless man, he hasn't done anything to me!

Fronsa: (smiles) You and Anton Salon, both of you are quick learners of my mantras!

Arroni: I really hate you right now!

Five

Cloaked in the golden glow of the setting sun, Mocha Amuel walked into a dilapidated wooden house, the door of which had rotted away, and only moth-riddled doorframes remained. When he entered the house, he couldn't help but hold his breath, the thick smell of decay was unbearable. The four dirty windows had long since lost their role as light, so that the light in the living room was dim. He kicked away the rotten furniture that was blocking his way, and with memory, entered one of the bedrooms. The situation in the bedroom is just as bad as the living room, and there are all kinds of clutter scattered on the floor, and if you are not careful, you will step on something like glass beads and slide.

Mocha looked around, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing of value, the only thing that was not yet rotten was a metal compass hanging on the wall. He slowly put one hand on the compass and whispered, "All things are open to me!"

As if inspired by some kind of force, the glass beads on the ground suddenly glowed with a silvery white light and gathered together little by little. This was followed by a screeching sound like cutting metal, and a flash of light large enough to blind the person who looked directly at it. Mocha couldn't help but raise his sleeve to cover his eyes, and after a few moments, the sound and flash disappeared together, replaced by a portal made of glass beads. A tall figure in a black robe stepped out of the magical vortex of the portal and came to Mocha. Due to the dim light in the room, it was impossible to see the man's face, except that he was over 7 feet tall and bald, or had short hair.

"Uncle. Mocha bowed to the tall figure.

"Mocha Amuel, don't forget revenge, now you have to do something. The man, whom Mocha called his uncle, spoke, his voice so hoarse that he didn't know what he was talking about if he didn't listen carefully.

"Yes, uncle. I have ascertained that Bezod was the only survivor of the first trials. Twenty years ago, Exio sent eleven Inquisitors on a mission codenamed 'For Power', which was the mission to kill my grandfather. However, during the mission, an unexpected incident occurred, and only three of the eleven inquisitors escaped, while the rest died instantly. On the way back, the two Inquisitors died of their injuries, but Bezod survived. Mocha never looked up as he spoke, and he seemed in awe of his uncle.

"You're doing a great job, it's the first time I've known about these things. Mocha's uncle looked satisfied, "Bezod has already told his five disciples the prophecy, you have to act as soon as possible! However, it is not easy to kill Bezod, you need to come up with a perfect plan." ”

"Yes, uncle!" Mocha bowed.

"And-" Mocha's uncle raised a hand and placed it on Mocha's right shoulder, "Anton Saron is a descendant of the Invoker, this matter has been clarified, kill him together!"

Mocha's eyes widened suddenly, in fact, he had long known that Anton Saron was a descendant of the Supplicant, but he didn't expect his uncle to know about it too. He hesitated, but nodded, "Yes, uncle!"

"The last thing an Avenger needs is emotion, and from now on, there is only darkness ahead of you. Uncle took the hand from Mocha's shoulder and turned and walked towards the portal, "The blood of the enemy will make you see the light again!"

After a sharp thud, the glittering silver glass beads fell to the ground one by one, losing their light at the same time. The portal vanished, leaving Mocha alone in the room. He lowered his head and sighed, covering his left hand over the shoulder he had just been touched by his uncle, and a scorching stream of magic immediately scorched his leather gloves, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and used his magic power to keep his left hand from being burned.

"Oh no, is this ——!?" Mocha didn't seem to be surprised by the phenomenon itself.