Rocot: Reborn

Amid the black-robed man's grim laughter, the place where Rocot and Aurelia were had turned into a ruin. The dust cleared, and a hollow and dark wind appeared in the courtyard. A sound like frosted glass breaking was heard, and Rocot was slowly surrounded by white mist.

When all the white mist gathered on the Blade of the Dead in Rocot's hand, the blade lit up with the tattoo of Mod Aurelia, and a distant and ancient vision slowly unfolded in his mind:

In the depths of the vast universe, a man with bandages all over his body and only two eyes exposed was floating in the universe with a golden staff in his hand. He began to spread energy to every planet until he passed a blue planet, and a thick black whirlwind suddenly appeared in the clear sky. Shortly after the whirlwind appeared, two human girls appeared beside the man. After they obtained the energy source on the staff, the black whirlwind brought it to the planet where Rocot was.

"Locked, you must kill Aurelia with your own hands. This is her destiny, and yours as well. This is the true power of the Blade of the Dead." An ethereal voice echoed in Rocot's ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and Aurelia beside him stared at him in confusion. Rocot held the Blade of the Dead tightly in his hand, and he saw Aurelia's lips move. In her destiny, he had to use this knife to take her life.

But Rocot's eyes also penetrated Aurelia's despair and expectation. She understood him and hoped that he would have the power to change his life. Only when he became strong could he escape the fate of being manipulated by others.

At this moment, the anger in his heart was far less intense than the pain that slipped through his heart. He closed his eyes, and before he lost consciousness, he saw the black wind rushing into his body and then spreading to every corner of the courtyard.

Finally, a name came to his mind: Maude Aurelia.

Rocot clenched the Blade of the Dead and took a deep breath. He stared at Aurelia in front of him, her eyes showing confusion and determination. His inner struggle surged in his chest like a torn darkness, and the ethereal voice echoed in his ears: "This is her fate, and yours too."

Aurelia looked at Rocot and whispered, "Rocot, why are you hesitating? Aren't you always decisive?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but more of confusion.

Rocot was silent for a moment, and said in a cold and ruthless voice: "Aurelia, you know what I must do." His eyes were as cold as iron, and the blade flashed with the cold light of death.

Aurelia trembled slightly. She suppressed her fear and said firmly: "Lockold, if this is my fate, then I am not afraid. But I believe you still have a choice."

Rokod's hands trembled slightly, and the torment in his heart almost suffocated him. He suddenly closed his eyes, trying to dispel the chaos in his mind. At this moment, a black wind suddenly blew and enveloped the two of them. Rokod's body stiffened instantly, and he felt that the dark power was frantically eroding his will.

"Rocot!" Aurelia's voice sounded extremely weak in the wind, but it was filled with endless concern.

Rocot suddenly opened his eyes, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He suddenly put down the Blade of the Dead and walked towards Aurelia step by step. There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, but it quickly turned into understanding and tenderness.

"Aurelia," Rocot whispered, his voice thick with pain and determination, "I cannot kill you. I cannot betray the truth within me."

Aurelia smiled slightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She gently stroked Rocot's cheek and whispered, "Rocot, I believe you will find true power. You are not a slave to darkness, you are its master."

At this moment, the black-robed man's sinister laughter was heard again, and his figure was looming in the black wind. He said coldly: "Lockold, what do you think you can change? Your fate has already been determined, and resistance is futile."

Roccod's eyes became firm. He turned to face the man in black robes and said in a voice as cold as ice: "I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself. No matter how you control me, I will break all the shackles."

The black-robed man roared, and swung the black staff in his hand again, and a black whirlwind swept violently. Roccod was not afraid at all, he held the Blade of the Dead tightly and went up against the wind.

"Locked, be careful!" Aurelia exclaimed, but she was powerless to stop it.

The two powerful forces collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light. Roccod's figure flashed by like lightning, heading straight for the man in black robes.

Just as the blade was about to touch the man in black robe, the darkness split open, and a powerful suction force sucked Rocot and Aurelia in at the same time.

Their figures disappeared in the pitch-black crack, and the black-robed man's wild laughter echoed in the empty courtyard for a long time, as if announcing an unfinished fateful duel.

Rocot and Aurelia were swallowed by darkness, as if falling into an endless abyss.

When Rocot opened his eyes again, thick fog filled the air. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar area. Aurelia was lying not far from him, and she seemed not to have woken up yet. Rocot walked over slowly and called her name softly. Aurelia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Where is this?" Aurelia looked at the gray fog and her voice was filled with confusion.

Roccod shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. He looked around, alertly watching for any possible threats. Suddenly, an old and deep voice echoed in the mist: "Welcome to the Shadow Realm, Roccod."

Rocot and Aurelia were startled at the same time. They looked for the source of the sound. Rocot found that the sound seemed to come from all directions, surrounding them. He asked calmly, "Who is it?"

The voice was a little desolate: "I am the guardian of time, and also your destined opponent. Rocot, you are stronger than I thought." There was some approval in the voice.

Rocot tightly grasped the Blade of the Dead, his eyes sharpened: "What is your purpose?"

There was a hint of meaning in his voice: "My purpose? Child, you don't have to worry. I won't hurt you. I just want to witness your true power."

Roccod frowned, thinking about how to get out. Aurelia whispered, "Roccod, we must find a way out. We can't be trapped here."

Roccod nodded and whispered, "We will leave here." He looked up and around, and suddenly, his pupils contracted, as if he had discovered something. "Aurelia, be careful!" he yelled.

Suddenly, a dark shadow emerged from the thick fog and rushed towards them at a very fast speed. Rocot reacted quickly and chopped with his knife. However, his Blade of the Dead seemed to have no effect on the shadow. Aurelia hurriedly cast a magic defense, but was surprised to find that her magic power seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

The moment the dark light and shadow touched them, Rocot and Aurelia felt a powerful pull, and their figures were sucked into an unknown space.

In the afterimage area, there was only endless gray fog and an old voice echoing, narrating a legend that no one knew.