A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garlan was a little silly.

He stared blankly at Heymos, who lowered his head and covered the lower half of his face with one hand, and looked at the reddened ears that couldn't be covered by the other's hands, feeling very unreal.

……and many more.

He didn't do anything either?

Didn't he just take the initiative to kiss Heymos?

Even he himself felt that it was more like a bump, not a kiss at all...

It's like a huge black wolf that is cold and terrifying, its eyes were fierce just a second ago, and it seemed that it was about to choose someone to eat, but after being kissed suddenly, it lowered its ears, lowered its head, and shook its tail obediently, making a puppy-like sound. whine.

The previous second was the big black wolf who wanted to eat people.

In the next second, he became a whining little milk dog.

The contrast between these two utter extremes is simply jaw-dropping.

Probably knowing that he was ashamed by his appearance, Heymos suddenly got up.

"……I will go and sleep now."

After speaking vaguely, he turned around in a hurry, walked to the cot next to him, and lay down on his side.

He lay down so fast that the cot made an overwhelmed creak.

As for the direction of his sideways, of course his back was facing Garlan.

However, even if he turned his back, the red ear tips protruding from the jet-black hair were still exposed.

Looking at the red tip of the ear, Garlan couldn't help but want to laugh, so he suppressed it so that he didn't laugh out loud.

He also lay down.

Probably because Heymos is the one who is in distress now, so he relaxes instead.

Looking at Heymos, whose back was turned to him, motionless rather than asleep, Garlan closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

This time, he quickly sank into a dream.

In the sky, the crescent moon hangs high, casting clear light on the earth.

The fine moonlight fell on the tall man standing outside the tent, illuminating his dark golden hair.

Standing quietly outside the tent, keeping his aura concealed all the time, the knight who was paying attention to the inside was listening to the voice coming from inside.

A steady breathing sound, a slightly chaotic breathing sound.

He shook his head, the expression on his face was both angry and funny, quite complicated.

He turned away.

After taking two steps, he turned back with a sullen face and deliberately released his breath in a certain direction.

Use this to warn a guy not to act rashly.

Then, he left with satisfaction, and went to fulfill his duty of vigil.

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Some people have a good night's sleep, some people have a sleepless night.

After Garlan had a good night's sleep comfortably, when he woke up in the morning, he found that the person sleeping in his tent had been replaced by his guardian knight at some point.

"Didn't you keep watch last night?"

"Your Excellency Heymos suffered from insomnia, so he went out to find me in the middle of the night and exchanged with me."

Kayhos, who had already got up and straightened his clothes, answered Garlan's question calmly.

Uh……

Heymos is really... really...

Garlan didn't even know what to say.

He quickly changed into a light blue outfit, and his long blond hair was casually tied behind him.

The belt was torn off by some guy yesterday, so he had to replace it with a new white belt, and Kyhors helped him buckle the thin moon-white cloak on his shoulders.

After taking care of everything, as soon as Garlan lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent, his eyes met Heymos who happened to be walking towards him.

If it was yesterday, Garlan would definitely turn around and avoid it.

But at this moment, it was Heymos who was stunned for a moment and immediately turned his head to avoid the two people looking at each other.

He walked quickly to the side and talked to a knight, as if he was telling him something, but his behavior was deliberate.

Kehos, who was watching coldly, snorted in his heart and looked away.

As for Garlan, after being stunned for a moment, he looked at the back of Heymos who was leaving sideways, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.

For some reason, he suddenly found it interesting to bully Heymos, and he couldn't stop.

No.

Be restrained.

Although the big black wolf is very obedient in front of him, it is still very dangerous to tease him too much.

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In this way, time passed while Garlan and his party were on their way.

A few days later, under the leadership of the young Kanal knight, they came to a secluded place.

It was a valley, located in the deep mountains, just at the junction of Kanal and Aaron Landis.

The two countries are separated by stretches of low mountains and large deep forests. There are few people here, and there are no towns nearby.

If there is no someone to lead the way, almost no one will come to this kind of place.

In order not to startle the enemy, after the Kanal knight said that there was still more than half a day's journey away from the All Things Cult stronghold, Garlan stopped everyone from advancing and found a hidden place to camp.

Although the young knight was anxious to rescue his prince, he also knew that haste makes waste, so he could only suppress his anxiety and eagerly waited for Garlan's order.

To be honest, the fact that King Garlan would personally come to rescue their prince surprised the young knight, and he was very grateful for it.

At noon, Kaihos, who received the summons, walked into Garlan's camp.

He said: "A thousand cavalry have been transferred from the army stationed nearest us, and they will arrive about tomorrow evening."

When he came in, Heymos was standing at a table with a crude map on it.

The map was hand drawn by Heymos.

The day before yesterday, Heymos sneaked into the vicinity of the All Things Cult stronghold in a deep mountain valley with a few knights to investigate.

After spending a day, he had checked that stronghold all over.

After returning, he drew a simple map by hand and showed it to Garlan and Kaihos. According to Huimos' estimation, there are about 600 believers of the All Things Cult in the stronghold.

As for how many of them have combat effectiveness, it is difficult to determine.

It stands to reason that with the more than 100 elite knights brought by Garlan, plus the two knights whose military strength is at the top level in the mainland, there is no problem in sweeping up the ten thousand things religion stronghold with only more than 600 people.

However, considering that the Myriad Things Sect has a special drug that can stimulate people's potential to make people infinitely powerful, pain-free, and fearless of death-according to the Cavaliers, they were better than the Aaron Landis in terms of bravery. The Gastardian cavalry were defeated by these fearsome fanatics.

Not wanting these elite knights under his command to suffer unnecessary losses, Garlan chose to wait for a few days and dispatched a thousand cavalry from the nearest garrison, intending to overthrow the opponent directly.

The strategy is largely set.

After all, it was only a stronghold of the All Things Cult, similar to a bandit stronghold entrenched in the mountains. Either Heymos or Kyhos could lead a wave of cavalry to crush it directly.

This is just one more trouble to save people.

The final decision was that Garlan and Heymos fought head-on, attracting the believers of the All Things Sect to their place.

And Kaihos led a small team of knights. Under the leadership of the Kanal knights, he sneaked into the prison from the side while the stronghold was in chaos, and rescued the prince of West Asia.

After discussing the attack strategy for tomorrow night, Heymos looked at Garlan.

"Although it is to save the prince of Kanal, this is just a stronghold of the All Things Cult. Why do you have to come here?"

Gallan smiled.

"I've been in the palace for more than a year. It's not easy to find such an opportunity to come out to catch my breath. Of course I can't let it go."

He shrugged and said,

"Staying still on the throne all the time, my hands and feet are almost useless."

Heymos took a deep look at the young man with a bright smile, said nothing, and returned his gaze to the hand-drawn map on the table.

Forget it.

No matter what Garlan was thinking, with himself by his side, there was nothing to worry about.

Garlan turned his head, looking beyond the curtain raised at the entrance of the tent, to the distant sky.

There was a trance in his eyes.

...Actually, he doesn't know why he came here...

He just has a feeling.

This time, he has to come.

Maybe it was just an illusion, and he couldn't tell...

On the night he returned to the palace from the special training camp, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, a pitch-black valley forest...

Also, the bright red runes of the Myriad Things Cult that flashed in the dream...

The blood-red moonlight shrouded the land in the valley, rendering the whole world in blood...

What... is waiting for him here...

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Time flies, day and night rush by.

It was already late at night, the clouds were thick this night, the crescent moon was hidden deep in the clouds, and even the starlight was much dimmer than usual.

It is the night when the night is dark and windy, suitable for night raids.

Along the forest trail that Heymos had discovered in advance, Garlan led more than 2000 cavalry troops quickly across the dwarf mountains, crossed the national border, and entered the huge valley that belonged to the land of Kanal.

When crossing the dwarf mountain, I didn't notice anything, it was just an ordinary forest scene, no different from other mountains and forests.

After entering the deep valley, the atmosphere changed suddenly.

They are obviously in the same forest and under the same sky, but once they step into the depths of the valley, there will be gusts of wind.

It was a hot summer day at the moment, but the wind blowing from the dark forest was icy, carrying a strange chill.

The dense canopy swayed slightly in the gusts of wind, shadows criss-crossed, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, as if countless souls were imprisoned in the intertwined branches, unable to struggle and wailing.

Even though these knights are iron-blooded soldiers who have fought in the battlefield all year round, they couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw the strange scene in front of them.

They can go forward bravely on the battlefield without fear of life and death, but in the face of this weird situation, they feel a little uneasy.

Heymos narrowed his eyes slightly, and his golden-red pupils stared forward, gradually churning out evil spirits.

The front is obviously just an ordinary valley, but it is lurking in the dark, and it makes a whining sound when the wind blows by.

It was as if there was a terrifying and invisible monster hiding in the darkness ahead, which made people feel frightened.

The winding path sank into the depths of the dark valley, like the huge mouth of the monster hidden in the darkness.

Gives an illusion.

They walked into the monster's mouth as if they were throwing themselves into a trap, and soon, their flesh and blood, as well as their souls, would be swallowed up by it.

Just when everyone couldn't help feeling an inexplicable fear of the dense darkness ahead.

Suddenly, there was a clang.

That was the crisp chirping sound of the sharp sword.

In the dark night, a snow-white sword light caught everyone's eyes.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the young king holding the sword, and the fear in their hearts suddenly dissipated.

Garland.

Son of the gods.

The glory of Shamash is with him.

The dark wind is still there, but it can no longer blow the fear in people's hearts.

The night was silent, except for the snow-white sword light, which seemed to guide the direction of everyone.

……

In the depths of the valley, on a flat ground at the bottom of the valley, several crimson bonfires were burning in the dark night.

Countless small stone houses crisscross and surround the middle of the valley.

Looking down from the air, you will find that these small stone houses are built in a strange trend, forming a mysterious and weird line in a patchwork manner.

Surrounded by them in the middle is the altar of this stronghold.

The torches were burning all around, and huge black and blue stone slabs were spread out on the ground, with complex runes carved on them. The lines of the runes revealed a mysterious atmosphere. At first glance, there was nothing to see, but upon closer inspection, Inexplicably, it gives people a creepy feeling.

It seems that there is some terrifying and gloomy existence hidden in the depths, and it will roar out anytime and anywhere, devouring everything.

A series of shallow grooves meander around the black and blue stone slabs, and a jet-black liquid flows in them, exuding a pungent smell.

A huge cage stood at a corner of the altar, and countless children were locked in it.

The noise of the children could not be heard, and the long-term torture of fear and hunger and thirst left most of the children on the verge of death, completely devoid of strength to cry.

A child has already been lifted out of the cage by a believer of All Things Cult like a poultry.

At the same time, another believer standing on the edge of the black and blue stone slab threw the torch in his hand into the ditch under his feet.

When the torch touched the pitch-black liquid in the narrow ditch, there was a bang, and the flames rose sharply, and then quickly spread along the winding shallow ditch around it.

In an instant, a fence of flames was ignited around the black and blue slate altar.

The flames illuminated the faces of the believers who surrounded them, making the expressions in their eyes even more fanatical.

The priest of All Things Cult in a black robe stood in front of the child who had lost his mind.

The child's neck, hands and feet have been painted with bright red paint densely packed with strange patterns.

The black-robed priest held up the dagger in his hand.

Under the crimson firelight, this dagger that drank the blood of countless children exuded a cold aura, with deep greed, as if it couldn't wait to devour fresh flesh and blood.

The priest uttered one after another high-pitched chants that seemed to be singing and shouting.

The believers around knelt on the ground piously, held their breath, and did not dare to make a sound, waiting excitedly and quietly for the start of this sacrifice.

The crescent moon has been hidden in the clouds, and the world is plunged into darkness.

The dagger in the hand of the black-robed priest fell——

Suddenly, there was a noisy noise outside, breaking the solemnity and silence on the altar.

The priest who was awakened from his frenzy by the noise looked out angrily.

However, before he could open his mouth to ask, someone rushed in, shouting in panic.

"It's not good, the cavalry of Aaron Landis rushed in!"

"Aaron Landis?"

A gloomy look appeared on the face of the black-robed priest.

He looked sideways.

The sound of shouting and killing has come from afar, and it is rapidly approaching this place.

The flames in the shallow grooves around the altar were still burning fiercely in the pitch-black liquid, and the flames were reflected on the cold and emotionless profile of the priest.

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The attack power of Aaron Landis cavalry is world famous.

The violent sound of horseshoes resounded throughout the valley.

It was completely destructive, Aaron Landis's cavalry was like a raging sea wave, and with just one impact, it completely destroyed the defense line of this stronghold.

Believers of All Things Sect could not resist at all.

Even after discovering the Aaron Landis cavalry, many believers swallowed the medicine frantically, became extremely powerful and did not feel pain, and rushed towards the cavalry without fear of death.

However, as long as the cavalry charged, the sharp blade in their hands could cut off their heads.

Even if these believers can become painless monsters, but their heads are chopped off, they can only collapse to the ground.

Galloping their horses, in the dark night, countless cavalry rushed into the central altar of the valley stronghold in one go.

Countless followers of the cult fell under their horseshoes, dying unbelievably and unwillingly.

Heymos rushed to the altar first, then got off his horse, and jumped onto the altar from a gap in the flame fence.

Under his feet, on the black and blue stone slab, densely carved lines stained with blood evoke a very unpleasant memory many years ago.

In the dark, under the firelight.

A familiar scene, a familiar scene in front of you.

A black-robed priest holding a dagger.

The blood of the young child flowed on the lines of the black and blue slate.

That disgusting memory made a trace of hostility emerge in the golden-red eyes.

With a wave of his hand, Heymos dropped the sharp sword in his hand.

The force was so ruthless that he chopped the black-robed priest who was standing in front of him for some reason motionless into two pieces.

The splattered blood stained his clothes red and splattered on his cheek.

The black-robed priest who had been cut in half was lying on the ground, as if he didn't feel pain, neither shouting nor screaming.

He wasn't dead yet, his upper body was lying in the pool of blood gushing out of his body, staring sideways at Heymos.

That gaze was extremely strange.

The flames flickered on his face, and he stared fixedly at Heymos,

When Garlan got off his horse and stepped onto the altar, what he saw was this strange scene.

He froze for a moment.

The black-robed priest who had been staring at Heymos seemed to notice his arrival, and turned his eyes to him.

Suddenly, that cold, blood-stained face gave Garlan a creepy smile.

Garlan only felt a chill down his back.

In the next second, click.

Heymos cut off the neck of the black-robed priest with a sword.

The head rolled a few times, fell into the burning ditch next to it, and caught fire.

However, that face was still facing Garlan's direction, with a weird smile on it.

Heymos kicked away the half of his body blocking his way, and walked towards Garlan.

"How about Keyhors?"

"I have just received a message from him. He said that he has successfully rescued Prince West Asia."

Garland replied.

Everything is going smooth.

They successfully broke through the lair of the All Things Cult, rescued the children who hadn't been killed, and suppressed the heretics.

Kaihos also successfully rescued the prince of West Asia.

...it went so smoothly.

Garlan always felt that something was wrong.

He shook his head, shook off the uneasiness in his heart, raised his head and planned to walk towards Heymos.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.

The thick clouds in the sky were suddenly blown away.

The moon, which had been hiding behind the clouds for a long time, was exposed.

In an instant, the blood-red moonlight enveloped the entire valley.

Garlan raised his head sharply.

The scene in the dream appeared in front of his eyes so unexpectedly.

This valley shrouded in ominous blood-red moonlight——

As soon as he looked up, the ground under his feet suddenly shook violently.

No, it's not the ground shaking.

It was the altar shaking under his feet.

A crack suddenly appeared on the black and blue stone slab, followed by the second and third cracks. In the blink of an eye, the huge stone slab was densely covered like spider webs.

Click, click.

In the violent shaking, the black and blue stone slabs under Garlan's feet shattered one after another.

The huge altar burst and collapsed in an instant.

"Garlan!"

Someone called his name, and Garlan turned his head.

He saw Heymos, who was also on the altar, rushing towards him, stretching out his hand to him with all his might, desperately trying to grab him.

Subconsciously, he also stretched out his hand in Heymos' direction.

Amid the rumbling sound of the altar collapsing, two hands of different skin colors crossed each other.

They caught each other empty.

The sound of rumbling collapses can be heard endlessly.

Along with the falling cracked rock, they fell together.

The world fell into darkness.

………………

After an unknown amount of time, the occasional sound of falling gravel awakened the man lying in a pile of gravel.

Heymos opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurred.

He closed his eyes for a while, then slowly stood up, and when he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him finally became clear.

When he looked up and saw everything in front of him at this moment, his breath paused.

What appeared in front of him was an extremely large temple.

Huge stone pillars carved with complex and mysterious patterns rose from the ground, propping up this huge stone palace that had been quietly hidden underground for countless years.

The top of the stone pillar is submerged in the darkness, making it impossible to see the sky at the top of the stone hall even if one looks up.

This huge stone palace located deep in the ground has a majestic aura that makes people look up to. It is so magnificent that everyone who sees it is shocked.

And, a penetrating feeling of heart palpitations.

Because it's dead silent here.

Time and space seem to be stagnant here.

There is no vitality and breath.

Heymos looked around and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In the center of the majestic stone hall, on the altar surrounded by countless high and low black and blue stone pillars, a sleeping boy lay quietly on it.

That long golden hair fell from the edge of the cold altar.

Reflecting the faint firelight on the stone pillar, the boy's skin was so white that it was almost transparent.

The slender eyelashes that fell on his cheeks were a little shimmering, as if there was fluorescent light flowing in his eyes. At this moment, his face gave people a feeling that it was so beautiful that anyone who saw him could hardly breathe.

However, in that unbelievable beauty, there was a little weirdness.

Feeling tense, Heymos quickly ran over.

That pitch-black altar was really strange, he didn't think too much, and directly carried Garlan down from it, away from the surrounding black and blue stone pillars, and carried him to another place.

"Garlan...Garlan, wake up!"

Amid Heymos' anxious cry, Garlan slowly opened his eyes.

At first, he was stunned, with a dull expression, but after seeing Heymos, his eyes lit up little by little.

"...Heymos?"

Garlan looked at him and yelled softly.

Heymos hummed, his eyes swept over Garlan nervously.

"Did you get hurt when you fell down?"

Garlan leaned firmly in Heymos' arms, without even a single scar on his body, but his expression was still a little dazed.

He looked at everything around him in a daze, as if he still couldn't recover from the current situation.

"Do you remember what happened after you fell?"

Heymos wanted to figure out why Garlan appeared on that altar.

"……do not know……"

Garlan pressed his head, showing a painful expression.

"Uncomfortable..."

He shrank into Heymos's arms, groaning lowly in a gesture of extreme attachment to him.

"Heymos...I feel bad..."

Heymos frowned, he looked down at the boy who was tucked into his arms.

The jet-black hair covered his eye sockets, and his lips were slightly pursed.

"where is this place?"

After a while, the boy nestled in his arms asked him again.

"I just woke up too, so I'm not very clear."

"We fell, can we still get out?"

"I'll take you out."

Garlan raised his head, his golden hair scattered on his arms.

"Heymos."

The young man tilted his head to look at him, with incredibly fair skin, under the soft and slender light-colored eyelashes, the cat-like golden eyes reflected his face.

The pale pink lips were slightly opened and closed, with a little shimmer on the lips, which was extremely alluring.

He looked at Heymos with soft and attached eyes, and said, "You will protect me, won't you?"

Gazing at those golden pupils, Heymos raised the corners of his lips.

"Ah."

He said softly, "I will protect you, Garlan."

After receiving the answer, Garlan laughed happily.

Then, he raised his head, leaned forward, and kissed Heymos.

Heymos was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, so the raised corners of his eyes became narrower and longer.

Holding the person in his arms tightly, he turned against the guest and kissed him back forcefully.

The boy's lips were pale pink, like petals soaked in sugar, attractive and sweet, irresistible.

Heymos gently kissed the lips of the man in his arms, and licked the slightly cold lips of the other party.

Garlan snuggled into his arms with an unprecedented docile attitude, stretched out her left hand to wrap around his neck, opened her lips, and accepted his kiss without hesitation.

The golden-red eyes reflected the face of the person in his arms, and Heymos looked at Garlan with deep love in his eyes.

In the silent hall, two figures cuddled tightly together, their lips and teeth intertwined.

It seems extremely intimate.

The faint fire light in the underground stone hall was shaking, illuminating the cold light of the blade.

The sharp dagger was held in Garlan's hand, and during the kiss, it stabbed Heymos's chest forcefully——

A hand reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist.

The flashing sword tip stopped abruptly a second before it was about to sink into Heymos' chest.

The black forehead hair slipped from the corners of the eyes, revealing the sharp eyes.

Looking at 'Garlan' who was staring at him with wide eyes, Heymos smiled very coldly.

With a strong backhand, he grabbed the dagger, pinned the boy to the ground, and looked down at him coldly.

The dagger was also on the opponent's throat.

who are you?

Just as he was about to question the other party so forcefully, his golden-red pupils shrank violently.

Heymos was astonished to see the dagger in his hand disappearing, as if it had melted.

And the boy who was almost identical to Garlan also disappeared, starting from the blond hair scattered on the ground, and gradually his body dispersed like a cloud.

The boy looked at him motionless.

Those eyes were extremely indifferent, like a lifeless puppet, with no waves, and no human emotions could be seen.

Until the whole person dissipates.

Seeing the empty hand, Heymos stood up.

The huge stone hall is endless, as if there is no end in sight.

The light became dimmer, making it difficult to see clearly.

The gray mist surged on the ground, as if seeping out from the deepest abyss, slowly wrapping around his feet.

Suddenly, the bluestone slab on the ground cracked, and a viscous pitch-black liquid gushed out from the crack, carrying the special pungent aura imprinted deep in his memory.

Clang.

The fire plate on the huge stone pillar fell down.

The moment the brazier was stained with viscous black liquid, with a bang, red flames rose from the ground.

The raging flames burned up and surrounded his body.

The waves of fire rushed towards his face and passed by his side, burning his cheeks with dull pain.

Heymos stood where he was, staring deeply at the stone palace that suddenly burst into flames.

Crimson flames danced crazily around him, behind the extremely hot flames there was a hazy black shadow.

Flames surrounded him impenetrably in all directions.

His body was in pain, extending from his palms, arms to his body, as if most of his body had been plunged into a sea of ​​flames, and it was as if he was being burned alive by the flames.

...must get out of here.

be quick.

... Hurry to find it... Must hurry to find that person...

Looking at the raging fire in front of him, Heymos looked stern, and then he stepped into the crimson flame.

Let the flames spread on his clothes, his hair, and lick his skin.

He endured the severe pain that almost pierced his heart, and just rushed into the endless sea of ​​​​flames, letting the flames burn his body.

Garland...

In the sea of ​​flames, he had only one thought in his mind at the moment.

Go find Garlan!

Just when Heymos rushed into the sea of ​​flames, there was a bang.

Suddenly, everything exploded.

Everything in front of him, the huge and boundless stone palace, and the crazily burning crimson flames were all shattered in an instant.

The world before his eyes collapsed.

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pat.

Cold water dripped down and landed on the brown arm.

The next second, the finger moved suddenly, and the man lying in the pile of rubble opened his eyes, and the sharp golden-red color came out from the pitch-black hair.

He raised his head, and when his forehead moved, fine stones rolled from his hair to the ground.

Most of Heymos's face was gray with dust.

There were several scrapes on his arms, and the clothes on the parts of his body not covered by the armor were also worn out in several places.

He stood up slowly, looked at where he was, with puzzled eyes.

Although the place where he is at the moment is still deep underground, it is not in some magnificent and magnificent stone hall, but just a dilapidated ruin.

It seems to be a stone house on the edge of this underground stone hall, a little narrow.

Water flowed down from the residual pillars on the high ground and fell into the pools on the ground.

Just now Heymos was lying on the side of the pool with the pile of fallen gravel, so the water splashed by the falling water from a high place landed on his hands.

This small ruin has two floors, the broken stone pillars support the incomplete stone wall from bottom to top.

The moss-covered stone steps meander upwards, leading to the upper pavilion, and then submerged in darkness. No one knows where the stone gate of the upper pavilion leads to the ground.

Heymos looked at his hands.

His body showed no signs of burns.

Everything just now...Garlan who wanted to kill him...the sea of ​​flames...was all his dream?

"You can actually wake up..."

Suddenly, a deep and deep voice sounded from the ruins.

Heymos raised his head vigilantly, and after circling around, his heart tightened.

Because there is no one else in the ruins except him.

The voice didn't come from one place, but seemed to come from all directions.

Even with his sense of hearing, he couldn't tell where the sound came from.

The echo of the deep voice echoed in the ruins, the laughter was very hoarse, revealing a strange atmosphere, which made the hair stand on end.

"Heh, this is the first time I've met someone who can break free from the [Dream of Death]... a person who didn't die in the dream..."