[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

Loka had imagined countless scenarios where they would meet again.But never thought it would be like this.

Mason seemed to be asking him this sentence, but also seemed to be talking to himself.Mason's voice was so calm and natural, without resentment, resentment, sadness, or even any intense emotions, as if nothing had ever happened.That tone reminded Lorca of the countless ordinary days in the past, the casual greeting when they met in the verdant woods of Huiyue Mountain, when he was a teenager, Lorca would often meet Mason walking in the forest, and when he came close, Mason seemed as if he had just Only then did he realize that he was approaching, and raised his head to look at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, clear and bright, like the morning light falling in the quiet forest.Now Lorca already understood that those "encounters" were not accidental.

"Loka, why are you here?"

"Lorka, are you going to Doro Valley again tomorrow?"

Then Mason seemed to suddenly think of something, and would take out various things from his pocket every time.Handed it to him like a treasure.Lorca couldn't help but realize how stupid he was at that time, so he didn't discover so many coincidences that Mason would "just happen" to meet him every time he went out for a walk, and "just happened" to carry him with him to go out to perform tasks. small objects.

"How does the arrow feather with the magic circle last time work? Try this, I have improved it, and it can speed up."

"Lorca, I made a new scabbard, is it suitable for you to try?"

"Lorka, this whistle can imitate the sound of the flame snake, can you try it?"

Mason was still a little childish when he was a teenager. Loka remembered that every time he accepted these weird gadgets, Mason's round cheeks often flushed slightly, as if he had just drank a large glass of fruit wine, and he felt a little dizzy when he walked. Feeling dizzy, he often tripped over stones, but fortunately he had sharp eyesight and quick hands to hold him up so he didn't fall down.

Many years later, Loka would still often "encounter" Mason in the woods of Mount Huiyue, at the foot of the mountain, and in the garden of the temple.Every time, Mason seemed to be a little slow, as if he had just noticed Loka's approach when he walked closer. He raised his head with a scholarly smile, his eyes were soft and peaceful. At that time, Loka didn't show any special emotions at all. Her purple eyes became darker when she became an adult, like a mirror lake reflecting the gorgeous sunset, all the turbulent waves are deeply hidden under the calm water surface.

Mason's voice was equally quiet, and he greeted each time they met—"Lorca, are you here too?"

Time has passed, and when the two close friends who grew up together finally meet again in this bloody hall, Mason, who was once quiet and shy, is now like a surly young monarch, who doesn't care about his face and hand. Already covered in blood, he stood leisurely in front of Loka, holding his chin with one hand and caressing the outline of his eyebrows with the other as if enjoying himself.Loka originally thought that such a Mason no longer recognized him, but he didn't expect to hear the same voice as in his memory at this time, as if every ordinary meeting in the past, it seemed to ask lightly and ponder like a bright moon The breeze in the mountains asked lightly—"Luoka, are you here to kill me?"

At this moment, Loka couldn't move his whole body, and was forced to raise his head and look at Mason unavoidably. Mason in front of him was staring at him as before, but he only realized later that he realized that at that time. deep meaning.

Lorca couldn't make a sound, but even if he could talk, he might be speechless for a while.

It was as if fate had played a cruel joke.The last time I met Mason, Mason crawled under his bitter rage in embarrassment, tears streaming down his face in despair and guilt.Because of the serious lung injury, and repeated heavy blows from Lorca, Mason's explanation was interrupted by uncontrollable panting.And Lorca didn't give him any chance to explain, the sword that slashed at Mason carried an unstoppable killing intent.

But here and now, the situation and status of the two are reversed.Mason seemed to be the master of life and death in control of one party. Lorca was restrained all over his body, unable to make a sound, and knelt on one knee in a gesture of atonement, tears of regret and regret flowed down his face.Lorca thought, maybe Mason didn't care about any explanation at this time.

Lorca knew that his goal was to rescue Mason, but he was also mentally prepared to face the worst situation.On his finger is the "Blazing Heart", a sacred object inherited from the Huiyue Clan, which can instantly ignite the fire of purgatory.Reason told him that if Mason had been completely swallowed by monsters, then helping Mason to be completely freed from his endless madness would also be a kind of salvation.Even emotionally, this is the situation he is least willing to accept.But he still chose to wear this magic weapon in the end. After he slashed the decisive sword against his savior, after he trampled on the unrequited affection, after he ruthlessly destroyed the physical and mental will of his best friend, after he personally After pushing innocent and pure souls into the abyss of hell, he still came to Mason with this ultimate killer.

Mason gently wiped away the tears on Lorca's face, let go of his hand, and turned to his side.As Mason turned around, Lorca heard the screeching sound of metal fragments.Then he felt Mason stroking his hair, holding the back of his head to straighten his head so he could look straight ahead.This state of being unable to move the whole body reminded him of the experience he experienced in the cave when he recalled it in meditation.The memories awakened in meditation are indeed the truth, but the fragmented truths piece together terrible suspicions and misunderstandings.The rage that drowned the reason, the torrent of magma that melted each other's body and mind, was even considered a crime by Mason. Loka felt the same in the enduring. He knew that those were just the most real love and pain, not a sin, not a fault, Mason There should be no punishment of fate for this.

Loka endured the regret that almost crushed his heart, and silently recited the "Chant of Gaia" in secret, using the most ancient secret method of Aranti to stimulate the spiritual effect of Soroya's liquid in the blood, and the pure and magnificent sacred breath Spreading all over the body, gradually, the unique spiritual power of the Aranti people, which contains abundant magical energy, slowly circulated.But he still cautiously restrained his breath as much as possible, and he still couldn't break free from the suppression around him.

At this time, the armored guards who fell around seemed to wake up. They stood up staggeringly and looked around. Loka found that although he was only a dozen steps away from them, they didn't seem to see anything.The armored guards hesitated and finally settled on a direction. They saluted the altar together, and then began to move the three hideous figures on the ground.

Only then did Loka realize that the light and shadow in the air in front of him were shaking and distorting slightly, like ripples in water.It turned out to be a space enchantment.He remembered that when the steward brought him in, they didn't see any sign of Mason, but the steward still bowed respectfully in the direction of the altar.

Suddenly, Loka saw Abelson's arm move, and he saw it right. Abelson slowly raised his withered arm, and clenched his hand like a dead branch into a fist in mid-air, slowly placing it on the flesh and blood. Indistinct center of chest.Even though he was moved and dragged by the guards, his fist was still clinging to the center of his chest.

Locka immediately understood that Elder Abelson... was paying his respects, but why this gesture?

The armored guards didn't pay attention to Abelson's movements. They moved a little clumsily, even as unstable as if they were drunk.A doorway was opened under the altar.Lorca knew it was a shortcut to keep the Caprico pool.Lorca could only watch helplessly as the last remnants of the three of Abelson disappeared into the doorway.He endured the grief, stabilized his mind, and continued to secretly mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

The doorway under the altar was slowly closed.In the vast hall, only pools of blood remained.With continuous efforts, Loka felt that the pressure around his body finally began to loosen, but he still couldn't stand up. Even with small movements, the joints of his body were like rusted door hinges that had been discarded for many years. .

Lorca heard a slight rustling sound of metal around him again, which meant that Mason was doing something, maybe it was the sound from the metal accessories on his body.Lorca turned his neck with difficulty, and finally turned slightly sideways in Mason's direction. Mason was slowly lowering his arms, as if he was slowly withdrawing from the position raised to his head.What the hell was he doing just now?

At this time, Mason's voice sounded in his ears again, "It's great to see the old man again." His voice was still calm, "Lorca, you must have been looking for him for a long time, and I met Lord Abelson here. are you happy?"

With the soft sound of shattered metal, Mason slowly walked in front of Lorca. He waved his hand and pointed to the blood on the ground in front of them, "Remember? Berkege and Grand? Those twins, Abelson's Close guard. Did you recognize it just now? They used to like to ask Pete to drink. But the two of them can't drink him together. Now the three of them can go to drink together again. Isn't it great?"

Luoka was astonished and unsure as the waves surged in his heart. He even remembered, yes, he could recognize himself, but if he was still Mason, how could he torture them like this?Who is he now? !

"The soul energy of the twins is really special." Mason's expression seemed to be sipping fine wine, cozy and elegant, as if he was not in a gloomy blood-colored palace, but in a garden full of spring, and the air was not disgusting bloody smell, but Fragrant and intense floral fragrance.

Loka was secretly accumulating strength, and he found that the suppression had loosened a bit.

"Lorca, I'm very glad to meet you." Mason's eyes flashed an inexplicable light, "You are indeed the youngest elder in Aranti, do you know? I need you—" His voice suddenly It became deep and thick, with a strange reverberation, like the reverberation of three voices, "I need—strength."

As soon as the words fell, the entire space went dark for an instant, and Mason's figure became erratic, seeming to be near and far away.Loka felt that his whole body was covered by the thick darkness like swamp silt, and the blood all over his body was attracted by inexplicable gravity to rush to the surface of his body, and his spirit also became in a trance, with a tendency to escape outward.Fortunately, he had been secretly accumulating strength before, so that he could suppress the trend of losing vitality.

Lorca was still half-kneeling on one knee.Suddenly, an incandescent flame ignited in his right hand hanging by his side, and spread all the way along his arm instantly, covering his whole body like a layer of flame tulle. The shadow of the vine has disappeared.Loka stood up steadily, and the air around him suddenly burst into thick vibrations, and the thick ink-like darkness annihilated and faded to the surroundings with the sudden vibration.The space where the two faced each other brightened up. Luoka's face was serious, and sharp sharpness appeared between his brows. He raised his right hand, and the whole space was ignited with monstrous flames. The pure white flames exploded fiercely. Dangerous, the "fire of purgatory" that burns out evil spirits.

The thick ink-like darkness has not been completely wiped out. Luoka waved his right arm in Mason's direction with a look of despair on his face, and the overwhelming white flames swept towards Mason. Mason's thin figure was in this world The moment was just a little lonely, and the fierce blazing flames rushed towards him like a raging torrent, and in the next moment, that little bit was completely submerged in the blazing white soaring flames.

The author has something to say:

The stupid author really wants to put the words "end of the play" here.