Pillars of Ita

The White Envoy gathered starlight and wove it into a spear with the sky. When he raised the spear, the whole sky was illuminated by the light of the stars. The Sinsas snake people believed that it was the first of the many colors in the world, and they named it 'Sz'kraalith' (sky) after the sky.

That was the first color of the world.

Cang Zhihui.

Next came the Black Envoy, who wielded a long sword, the source of all dragon-slaying swords in the world - because his opponent was a giant dragon, whom the Black Envoy called the Twilight of the Worlds - Ragnark.

So there was dawn and dusk, and the worlds separated by this. That was the first day of Attalia.

The Snake People believe that the 'first generation' created Etalia. They are the messengers of the god of goodness Ita, who brought starlight, the sun and the moon, and thus the world was created.

Then came an era of strife and unrest. Gods turned against each other, order was destroyed, and the good gods were enraged. The center of the world was broken, and the worlds were divided into six.

From the six worlds, six thrones were born, namely elements, knowledge, ether, life and death, and destiny.

The snake people traced back to these six thrones and founded their own dynasty, but that was a story that happened long after the "first generation" left.

The dynasty collapsed, the gods fell, the sky was shining with black evil stars, and the world was in danger. The "Second Generation" appeared. They were praised as the "people favored by the light", the elves born in the light.

Nu'merassk - Nu'merin, feared by the Serpent-men, but who saved the Saints from the flames and established the era of the Two Trees.

The second era, Terraka.

This era lasted until the end of the Green Age, when the azure star of disaster crossed the night sky, illuminating every inch of Ataria. Mortals raised fire from the wilderness and connected cities with tiny dots of light until the end of the Dragon War.

Then the elves sailed away, the Two Sacred Trees perished, the green stars fell, the giants fled into the wilderness, and the Second Age ended.

As for the third era.

"That's not the era I'm familiar with," the old man put down his teacup, "but the era you're familiar with. Mortals took over the flame of civilization and developed from scattered city-states in the wilderness to prosperity. Now everything you have to face is so similar to everything we have faced."

Red lightning flashed outside the window, and the lightning reflected on Fang He's face, outlining his eyebrows and the contour of his nose. This world that was about to be destroyed seemed to have really existed.

But at least this old elf in front of him must have really existed at some point in history.

"Old man," Fang He asked, "but from the history I have heard, there are seven kinds of original power, from elements to life and death, and two kinds of lost power."

He was describing the history that he had heard from Cui Xisi, from other people, and from the books and files in the library, the past recorded in detailed text.

"So the snake people also had seven dynasties. The seven dynasties fought against each other, which ended the most glorious period of the snake people since the black meteorite fell to the ground."

"Many gods died because of this, and the sun pantheon fell apart. Now Orli, the main god of the Orin pantheon, was just one of the most important gods of that era."

He looked up at the black sun in the sky.

A long time ago, the same history had indeed been played out once before. All the saints were unable to protect themselves in a world-destroying war. Orli - he was not called this name before.

He escaped that cycle, rose from the ashes, and then there is today's Forest of Saints, known as the Gods of Order - Orin.

"Oli is not the only saint who escaped. Many of them also came from that era, but they all have new aliases," the old man replied. "It is precisely because they have experienced that era that they are always vigilant."

"As for whether it was six or seven," he shook his head gently, "I can't remember clearly, young man, it may not be important."

"Then old man, what is important?" Fang He couldn't help but ask.

He was still looking at the dead world outside the window. He wondered how long the old man had been here, which reminded him of Friston.

The experiences of the two were very similar. They were both watching at the end of the world, but Friston only had a thought left in the Winter Solstice Tower, gazing at the starry sky.

And what about this old man?

But he himself cannot stay here, so Friston decides to look for answers there, and he also wants to find answers, but his answers are not just about the end of the world.

There are also your own and your parents’.

And about what's behind that door.

What is beyond the world? What is beyond the starry sky? Humans always ask these questions. What drives them forward urgently is their irrepressible curiosity.

They use curiosity as their sail, always heading to new worlds one after another, never stopping.

And that's how the world should be.

History should not have an end. There will always be someone who passes through that monument and steps towards a farther distance - no matter what is engraved on the monument or who writes it.

The old man looked at him and couldn't help laughing. "Just like you and me, our story ends here, and your story has just begun."

“Yes,” he shook his head. “Perhaps this is the reason why the mysterious power brought you here. They let you come to see an old man like me, as if to see the end of an era.”

"But this is not bad," he laughed. "It is not bad. I will give you something, young man. I once gave it to the person who deserved it, but after a period of time, it was wandering around under the guidance of fate and no longer belongs to any owner."

"Nowadays, no one is worthy of it, and you may not be either, but it will always remain at the bottom of the long river of fate, and will never see the light of day. It is better to choose a possibility."

The old man smiled and said, "Who told you that you were the one she chose?"

"She?" Fang He was startled. "Ms. Roman again?"

"The mistress of the scales," the old man shook his head, "is not her. She is very smart, but too willful. Besides, I am not qualified to judge her. She is much more difficult to deal with than the one on the Holy Mountain."

The old man reached out his hand and placed something on Fang He's palm, then covered his hand tightly. "Take it and keep going forward. You will see many things, but don't be affected by them."

"The one beside the golden tree should have told you that fate is just one of the many scenes in the future. They may not happen, and the decision is still in your hands."

"But be careful, don't be lost or paranoid. The deeper you fall into some obsessions, the more you can't extricate yourself, just like me. Just like all of us."

The old man warned seriously.

Fang He took the thing, but for a moment he couldn't tell what it was. He looked down and found that there was a gray gem in his palm.

It looked so ordinary, as if its luster had completely faded and its surface had not been carved again. It looked like a flawless stone.

But he did not look down on this "stone" because of its ordinariness. He knew that the person who could pull him into such an illusion and mentioned the names of the saints many times must be no ordinary person.

Fortunately, the other party did not seem to have any hostility, and even gave him a sense of familiarity.

When Fang He took the gem, he saw the old man's hand - it was as dry as a piece of dead wood, and there was a peridot ring on his hand. One side of the ring was engraved with stars and the moon, and the other side was painted with mountains and rivers.

He walked a long way away, until the cottage was out of sight, and then he finally remembered where he had seen such a ring.

It should be kept in the center of the Elven Court, on the altar of the Temple of Light.

The elves used a gem to refract the sunlight, so that there would always be a beam of light from the sun and the moon shining through the dome and onto the altar, making the ring on the altar always shine.

Because it symbolizes light.

It is the symbol of Nu'merassk, Numerin, the Son of Light.

That was the ring that the first Elf King, Kwivenlar, had worn. In a sense, that Elf King was the founder of the Sons of Light.

Some say that he is the last Númerin elf in the world.

That is why the Holy Whites believe that they are the only descendants of the Numelin elves.

Fang He had reached the top of the mountain made of corpses in a daze. The surrounding scenery remained unchanged, and golden and red lightning were still flashing in the whirlpool-like clouds.

From time to time, familiar faces still flashed among the corpses, but he no longer cared about them. He used his hands and feet to climb to the top of the mountain of corpses and finally saw some unexpected scenes.

There is a huge depression on the top of the mountain, which looks like a crater, and at the deepest part of the crater it seems like an opening to leave this world.

But inside that opening, he saw something different.

Inside was a picture, which was completely different from this dead world - it was a gentle fairy courtyard, with the midday sun shining warmly on the white tree trunks. Artificially decorated, exquisite vines hung down from the fairy columns that were like carved beams and painted buildings, and flowers of different seasons bloomed in the marble flower beds. The branches swayed in the breeze.

There seems to be someone in the picture, a woman, talking to someone else, "I have seen those words, they are indeed not from our world."

"...Those things must have overflowed from the gray forest, so we must find out what happened inside. During my absence, didn't you think of any way..."

Fang He was extremely familiar with that voice. It was like a flash of lightning that flashed through his mind, causing him to crawl down the slope and shout loudly into the picture:
“Miss Attila…Miss Attila, sister, can you hear me?”

But the voice in the picture did not respond to him, as if it was just a video record, and the person in the picture was still saying:

"...When I leave, the affairs here will be handed over to Arsana. She is a student I recognize. You cannot neglect her just because of her background."

"That man's daughter, Your Majesty, we still don't understand what you are thinking."

"That was my decision, and it was also Lady Aimaya's decision. If you have any questions, you can go to the Sacred Forest to ask for His opinion. In addition, there is one more thing..."

"I have a younger brother."

"Your brother has returned to the Holy Tree, Lady Saint."

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"No, it's another brother," Attila's words became gentler, "He might come here to look for me. You must receive him well. Don't blame me for not reminding you. This is also the will of Lady Aimaya—"

Fang He stood there in a daze.

He suddenly felt something sliding down his face, and when he touched it, he found that it was tears. He had never thought that his feelings for Miss Attila would be so deep, and it turned out that she really regarded him as a brother.

He felt a little pain in his heart, as if Miss Attila was leaving her last words. He suddenly remembered everything Alsana had told him, that she was going to the Gray Forest.

Yes, this must have happened before she went to the Graywood. But was it happening now, or had it already happened?

Fang He suddenly felt extremely anxious. If those things really overflowed from the gray forest, then the gray forest must be extremely dangerous at this moment.

The Council of Elders did not go to that place themselves, but asked a saint to do it instead. From Miss Attila's tone, he could tell that this trip would be dangerous.

Besides, Princess Lian Alsana also told him that the Gray Forest was the holy place of Aimaya, but no one who went to the Gray Forest had ever returned.

That is the kingdom of God, not a place that mortals can easily set foot in.

No.

There must be some other way. He must be able to stop all this. He must not let Miss Attila go to the Gray Forest - at least not alone.

correct--

Fang He couldn't help but take a step forward, but he suddenly thought, where is the big cat man? Where is Mr. Reid? He is Miss Attila's knight, he will definitely not let her go to a dangerous place alone.

But it was at this time that he heard those people say: "Your knight, Her Excellency the Saint, we have sent him to Ravenriel."

"He had trouble with those people a few days ago. You should know that those people are the distinguished guests of the Sacred Forest. If your plan fails, the Sacred Forest can only count on the guests from Mirro Temple."

Fang He felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He was a calm person and rarely got so angry, but at this moment he still wanted to rush into the scene and punch the person who was talking in the face.

Of course he knew that Mr. Big Cat Man was not the kind of person who made trouble without reason, but he had always had conflicts with the people of Mir Luo Temple, and Fang He had experienced the scene in the underground of Idus.

He had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. Mr. Reed's sister had died at the hands of a paladin of Mirro Temple. Although the big cat had never told him, he had guessed some of the reasons.

He clenched his teeth.

But Atila seemed very calm, and just glanced at those people silently, "Red is my guardian. After I leave, he has no reason to obey you."

"But he is a holy guard of Mirro Temple, and he has committed a serious crime. If we let him go freely, the Pillar of Stars will probably have some opinions."

"Let them come to me," Attila replied, "if they can find me."

Those people stopped talking. Who dared to go to the Gray Forest to look for someone? Was he having a problem with Lady Aimaya? But since she had said so, they naturally could not answer.

The Saint of this generation is the most talented one in the history of the Elven Court, but also the most willful one. Her power is almost great enough to compete with the Council of Elders.

And the next generation is even more of a problem.

Those people couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If they hadn't chosen such a saint, perhaps there wouldn't be so many problems now. But then again, it was not up to them.

After all, long before she became a saint, her reputation had already spread throughout the Giant Tree Hill.

Fang He finally arrived in front of the picture. He reached out, but his hand passed through the picture as if it passed through the water, leaving only ripples on the picture.

He finally realized that it was just a video and could only watch Miss Attila turn and leave.

"Wait for me, Miss Attila, we'll be there soon."

Fang He watched the scene silently.

Just as his hand passed through the picture, he actually felt the space here become turbulent - the scene in the painting quickly disappeared.

A vortex gradually emerged from it.

Fang He immediately felt a similar sense of danger from the whirlpool, and that sense of crisis came back again, and then a spear emerged from the whirlpool, followed by a hand tightly holding it.

A claw similar to an insect, its other hand separated the vortex and walked out of it. Fang He was shocked when he saw the true appearance of the thing.

That thing looked more like a person than a bug. Its upper body was exactly the same as an elf, except that it was half naked and had a huge hole in its chest.

Its head was drooping, with only black holes left at the eye sockets, ears and nostrils, and another head grew from the neck.

This head is in the image of an insect, with compound eyes, a sickle, and even a pair of antennae.

Its claws and lower limbs are completely in the reverse joint image of insects. It has four claws in total, two of which hold spears, while the other two are empty.

What kind of thing is that.

It looked more like those corrupted Gray Domain creatures, but Fang He had never seen a similar image in any type of Gray Domain creature, and the other party did not seem to be able to communicate. It showed a hostile attitude as soon as it discovered Fang He.

Faced with a powerful enemy, Fang He subconsciously reached out to grab his information crystal, but was shocked when he did so - he grabbed nothing, and then he remembered that this was just a nightmare.

He did not bring anything related to combat craftsmen, not even the magic gloves.

So how can we fight here?
Fang He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, hoping that this was really an illusion. If he accidentally got stuck in this place, it would be best if he could wake up in reality.

But before he entered this place, the sense of crisis that he had just felt in his heart must have been real. That extremely uncomfortable feeling should have been reminding him that all this was real.

At least this monster was.

So what should he do?
Fang He suddenly remembered the Elf King's reminder. The old man had warned him not to go forward. Perhaps he knew that there might be danger here.

But why did Kuvenlar let him go in the end? He suddenly remembered the gray gem, which looked ordinary, but could it be used in this place?
Just as Fang He was about to reach out to take it, a hand reached out from nowhere and stopped him.

It was a white, slender wrist with jade-like fingers as white as green onions gently clasping his hand, while the other hand stretched out towards the insect that was flying towards him.

Fang He only felt a gentle force holding him down, but the insect was not so lucky. It was like it had hit a train head-on. It flew back from where it came from.

The opponent smashed into the pile of corpses there like a cannonball, raising a cloud of dust high into the sky.

Fang He looked at the hand and immediately recognized its owner:

"Ms. Mia?"

...(End of chapter)