[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

Loka fell into the endless darkness, it seemed that he fell for a long time, and it seemed that it was only a moment.The whole world is gradually changing, filled with many colors and sounds, some familiar and some unfamiliar. Loka feels that he is one with this world. He can see, hear, and even feel many breaths. If he wants to see something clearly, change his mind It can be seen clearly.He does not know whether he is walking or flying.He feels that he is the wind, the soil, the lake, and the rocks. He doesn't know where he is going, but he just stays or flows freely in this world.

After passing through the lake, through the mountains and rocks, and through the underground caves with many ravines and twists, he found that it was a cave, surrounded by darkness, and only a mass of melting light in the middle of the ground.He instinctively wanted to see what it was.I saw it in a single thought—a thin black-haired young man stood in the light cluster. He was wearing a black robe, which was so thin that he was too weak to wear. The patterns on the robe faintly exuded fluctuations of magical energy.For some reason, Loka felt that although he was thin and weak, he had a very powerful aura, as if he was controlling life and death in this small world, and he had a faintly daunting aura.

Loka felt that this person looked very familiar.Look carefully at his face.Luoka felt that this person's appearance should be considered delicate and beautiful, but at this moment he looked haggard and mad, like a hellish ghost. His complexion was pale, his lips were gray and chapped, and dark purple eyes were shining in the deep sunken dark eye sockets. Terrifying gloom.Loka instinctively felt a little scared of him, but he was also inexplicably familiar.

He started chanting a mantra.The dream-like chanting made Loka feel dizzy for an instant, as if he was about to melt into his chanting.Loka felt that he was no longer flowing freely, he stayed in a daze, just wanting to stay in this singing forever.

As he chanted, thick and overflowing magical energy gathered around him, leaping, rushing, and spinning around him, becoming more and more abundant, almost filling the entire cave.His singing voice gradually became low and slow.The magical energy around him gradually condensed, like countless raindrops condensed in the air, falling to the ground slowly like rain and snow.Converged into patterns on the ground, gradually, many magic patterns appeared on the ground regularly.It became more and more spectacular, more and more gorgeous, and finally the entire magic circle shone with golden light, which made Loka feel extremely brilliant.After the golden light dissipated, a large magic formation appeared on the ground.

The light source in the cave has also expanded to cover the entire magic formation.The magician completed the formation, finished singing, and slowly retreated into the darkness outside the light source.Luoka also came back to his senses. He was very curious about this magician, and he could see some scenes in the dark clearly with a thought.

The magician walked slowly, his steps were a little unsteady, he seemed to be very tired from walking, and then he finally couldn't hold himself up and fell to the ground.

Lorca didn't know if he passed out or fell asleep.Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Luoka suddenly recognized him - he is Mason!

Loka felt distressed and worried.I don't know if Mason is sick again.He looked very bad, fell alone in the darkness, and after an unknown amount of time, he woke up in the darkness by himself.Mason got up and stared blankly at the huge work he had just completed.Lorca felt that he was really ill at this time, and he trembled again like when he was a child, his eyes were full of fear, and he muttered involuntarily.Quickly speaking a language that Lorca never understood.Lorca habitually wanted to comfort him and hug him, but he didn't know what he could do.I just feel so pitiful.

After a while, Mason calmed down by himself. He looked at the magic circle in the dark and quietly shed two lines of tears.Lorca felt the sadness in the air, and he wanted to hug him tightly and wipe away his tears.But I don't know what to do, I just feel that I also want to cry with him, and keep crying like this.

Lorca heard him muttering again, this time he could understand what Mason was saying.

Mason cried out in panic, "Lorca, Lorca, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Lorca doesn't understand why he keeps apologizing.The sad air made him feel groggy.His world fell into darkness again, and many memory fragments emerged, and he experienced these memories chaotically.

He felt a mess in his field of vision, with chaotic roars and loud bangs everywhere. He didn't have time to take a closer look, so he could only dodge the sudden burst of flames from all directions, avoid the claws of fierce beasts, and critical strikes. With the sharp blade in his hand, he can cut through obstacles that cannot be avoided, and blood and flesh fly everywhere.But for some reason, his movements gradually slowed down. Attacks from all angles came together, and he couldn't dodge being hit by something behind him. With a puff, the sharp weapon penetrated into the muscles and bones. Swept by a sharp claw again.

In the confusion, Loka felt that he was under the turbid water again, and his eyes were darkened one after another. He held on with his will, and gradually he was about to be unable to hold on.Suddenly, I was pleasantly surprised to find the hope of survival.

Drowsy, Loka felt as if he was stumbling in the dark, his legs became heavier and heavier, and it was difficult to move, his vision became more and more blurred, he was dizzy like drunk, his whole body was weak, his reason was still firm, he Finding that he had left the water, it seemed that he was in the middle of the mountain. He wanted to cast a lighting technique, but he couldn't condense his spiritual power. The mental power was as chaotic as a ball of cotton.His perception became more and more dull, even though he was on land, he still felt as if he was floating in the water, and any movement was separated by thick resistance as if in deep water.So much so that he had to lean on the rock to stagger and continue to move.

He felt that he was fighting some beast in the dark again, his consciousness became more and more dull, and his attack, defense and avoidance were all based on years of fighting intuition and conditioned reflex.I don't know how many times I have been hit, my whole body is wrapped in tearing pain everywhere, I can't think, my vision is getting blurred, and there are hot blood everywhere.There were sharp pains all over his body, and he seemed to have received a few more heavy blows, and his whole body and mind were shaken violently.

He dazedly felt that he was leaning against something, and his breathing was heavy and difficult. At this moment, Luoka felt that he was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that it was difficult to move his fingers. At the same time, he felt that he was getting lighter and lighter, and this was full of pain. escape from the world.The whole world is spinning, expanding, and twisting rapidly.He felt that the barrier between himself and the world was getting thicker and farther away.Loka vaguely felt that someone was approaching him, but his vision was completely blurred and he couldn't focus. Who is he?He seemed to be standing next to him, and there was an urgent vigilance echoing in Loka's scattered soul. He tried hard to see clearly, but in the end he could barely see a more blurred figure in a blurry world.