Durin's Diary

Chapter 208 The End
Every breath seemed a little heavy for Rowling at this moment.

She lay in front of the bed. In the huge Salio family mansion, only the most loyal butler and maid were still working.

She had already despaired because her relatives would only appear after her death and divide everything up.

But I didn't expect that the young people from the Elsh family had accomplished so many great things in just a few months.

Today, several branches are all staying obediently in their respective territories, simply because of Durin Elsh - he is the favorite of the God of Art, the darling of the Original Creator and the Twin Mother Goddesses, he can make magic weapons with his own hands, he has the children of the Connery family offering their loyalty to him, and he has the genius alchemists of Ansalon at his disposal.

He also has the girl of the Idar family serving him, the daughter of the Ayer family as his ally, and this time he has inherited the Everburning Nest.

Now he is already a seventh-ring warlock.

Only thirteen years old.

It’s a pity for Rowling that she can no longer watch her children laugh and grow.

Life is like a long night, but her long night has come to an end.

There has been a rustling sound coming from outside the corridor since the beginning. This is the retribution for every holder of the pretender path. Before they die, they will witness the great horror of this world - selling half of their soul to the outer gods. Such retribution is already very light.

More often than not, those who possess extraordinary paths are even more miserable, as their souls will be devoured alive by the messengers of the outer gods.

Even death is not peaceful.

As she exhaled, the clock outside the corridor told her that it was already five o'clock in the morning.

The lights went out.

Rowling's heart trembled.

It is said that the god of death will come to the world when the lights go out and take away the souls of people.

She noticed her butler and maid. The tears on his face gathered in the corners of his eyes and no longer rolled down, and the sadness on her face also solidified.

A bony hand pushed open the door, and the messenger of Death, wrapped in black fabric, came in. Compared with other Outer Gods, the believers of Death were more fair. They would not devour the souls of the unbelievers, but what awaited them would be a ruthless judgment.

What made Rowling even more helpless was why her Elaine and Du Lin had not arrived yet.

There is a tradition in the north that one cannot meet with the person who is destined to die after nightfall. It seems that he will not be able to wait any longer.

The messenger of Death lifted his hood, and the red soul fire flipped in the eye sockets of his skull, and a terrifying breath flowed.

I am here to take you, Rowling, are you ready to accept your judgment?

Fate eventually gave me a cruel end.

Just as Rowling sat up with a sigh, she noticed a small hand opening the door that had been closed by the Death Messenger.

The next second, the lights in the room came on.

The eerie room just now disappeared, and a pair of little prairie elves pushed open her door. They were wearing oversized white T-shirts and wide-leg overalls with waists. Their long hair was tied up in a bag at their waists. They smiled and walked up to Rowling.

"I'm sorry, Rowling, we came a little intrusively." The green-eyed sister smiled and sat on the chair beside the bed.

The messenger of Death stepped aside and said no more. Facing the God of Life, the horrible creation seemed a little funny at this moment.

"Because we want to make a deal with you." The younger sister with golden pupils smiled as she stood beside her. She held a chain, the other end of which was outside the door. The rustling sound had turned into sobs. Her smile was so powerful that it miraculously restarted Rowling's still heart.

The two mother goddesses came in person, and their attire surprised Rowling a little, but it seemed that such attire also appeared on the goddess of art.

She finally understood and nodded. "Rowling is just a dying person. She doesn't know what else in her life can be put on the scales of a trade."

The elder sister had a string of jade beads in her left ear. She smiled and said, "Madam, do you still remember the story about the pretender's path?"

"How could I not remember? Everyone says that the Pretender has three ends: Dream Weaver, Dream Forger, and Dream Crusher. But I've lived for so many years and have never seen a Dream Weaver other than myself, let alone a Dream Forger or Dream Crusher."

"The Dream Forger's Root Power has been extracted, and its current holder is Durin." The younger sister, who had a golden necklace in her right ear, explained, "The last known Dream Breaker was killed by Ish thirteen years ago. He offered the Root Power to the Primordial Creator, and its current holder is also Durin."

After the two sisters finished speaking, they looked at Rowling together. They didn't say anything much, but they said everything.

Rowling's heart began to beat violently.

It is said that the three fundamental powers of Dream Weaver, Dream Forger and Dream Shatterer come together, separating the essence from the dross, and merge into one, illuminating a mysterious path called the Invisible One for those who consume it.

But it is just said that no one has ever truly achieved the path of the Invisible One, let alone how to complete the promotion.

My life has reached the dawn, and it is time to use my last remaining remnants to light up the future of my children.

Finally, Rowling nodded and said, "I understand. When Du Lin comes, I will use my root power to help him."

"As part of the deal, we will eradicate the curse from the Sario family and purify Elaine's Red Feather bloodline." The sister smiled and extended her hand, gently stroking Rowling's forehead. "The long night will eventually end, and the long dream will eventually wake up, but we will give you enough time to say goodbye to your family. Those terrifying creatures will no longer haunt you."

"Elaine and Dulin will arrive in five minutes. Thank you for your hard work, Rowling. We have all seen your loyalty to civilization. If you are willing, we will take you to the Endless Wilderness." The younger sister placed her hands on her lower abdomen. Behind her, the messenger of death holding her chain stood humbly.

Rowling finally nodded: "Thank you for your guidance, ma'am."

Going to the Endless Wilderness is a good thing that an extraordinary professional like her would never dare to think about, but even such a good thing that she would never dare to think about can now become a reality.

This made Rowling almost cry.

So my sister turned slightly, and the Grim Reaper left the room with his head lowered. The whimpering sound outside the corridor soon disappeared, and the terrifying existence was wiped out in an instant.

Rowling exhaled.

The old housekeeper lowered his head: "Madam, do you have any instructions?"

"Go open the door, Elaine is coming back." Rowling smiled because she saw that the dried flowers in the vase on the bedside had bloomed again.

Birds are singing outside the window.

She heard the discordant sound of the door being pushed open due to lack of oil.

I even heard the sound of a carriage stopping.

Unfortunately, she couldn't hear her own heartbeat.

At this moment, Rowling is just a dead soul with unfulfilled wishes.

　Finally I have reached this step, it’s almost time

　　
　
(End of this chapter)