Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

"Sir, the medicine on your leg needs to be applied for three full days before you can remove it."

"Thank you so much, Grandma Maibu. With your medicine, the pain really does go away."

The farmer stood up and stretched his left leg. His joint, which had been in pain for years, was as flexible as if it had never been injured, which made him smile broadly.

"Grandma Maibu, this is the firewood I gathered. It's nothing special, but you can keep it."

"You don't need to be so polite. These are just herbs I picked up on the mountain; they're nothing special..."

Before she could finish speaking, the farmer, as if he already knew she was going to refuse, had already swiftly brought in the firewood, piled it against the mud wall in the yard, and then quickly left.

Maibu couldn't possibly carry a large bundle of firewood while chasing after them, so he had no choice but to accept it.

Beside the wall piled with firewood, there were many other things—dried vegetables, dried meat, coarse cloth, all common items found in the village.

Upon seeing the farmer come out, a middle-aged woman holding a child quickly went inside.

"Grandma Maibu, please save my child! He has a high fever and keeps crying..."

"Don't worry, let me check it out."

Maibu took the child, and her voice seemed to have a magical power; upon hearing her voice, the child immediately quieted down.

She quickly checked him over, then went back into the house and took out a packet of medicine powder: "His illness isn't serious. Mix this powder with water and give it to him every half day. His fever will subside soon."

"Thank you, thank you..." The middle-aged woman was overjoyed and kept expressing her gratitude.

Before leaving, a basket of fresh wild fruit appeared by the courtyard wall.

After finishing the treatment, Maibu went out to take a look and saw that there were no villagers outside the courtyard, so he closed the door and went back into the room.

An old woman suddenly appeared silently in her room, which had previously been empty.

The old woman was dressed in the same coarse cloth robe as her, with a wrinkled face and cloudy eyes.

"Mab, you shouldn't have used magic on that child," the old woman said in a low voice. "Our mission is only to investigate; we mustn't attract the Dragonborn's attention."

Maib casually ripped off the human skin from his face, revealing a youthful and beautiful face beneath the aged and wrinkled mask: "I just want to end that child's suffering as soon as possible, Meryl."

"Besides, the Golden Dragonborn just patrolled once last month. The Gem Islands are so large, their patrol targets are mainly nobles, they wouldn't come to such a small place."

"Moreover, the place we chose is a remote island far from the dragon's nest, so the dragonborn won't care too much about it."

"This is the territory of that golden dragon, so we should be careful."

"I've gone to see Miriel, and she's all ready. It looks like things are almost done on your end too."

Maib nodded, then began to talk about some things he had heard recently:

"I heard that a major incident happened at the Dragonbone Oath party a few years ago, and it seems to be related to that golden dragon."

"Those mysterious liches of the Silent Cult have summoned a foolish red dragon to guard Doomsday Peninsula, supposedly to prevent the golden dragon from returning from the Sea of ​​Mist... How ridiculous."

Meryl smiled and said, "That red dragon should have never come near the Sea of ​​Mist, and I've never heard of that legendary golden dragon."

"Yes, even if you haven't heard of the 'Endless Sun,' that red dragon shouldn't have cooperated with those liches of the Silent Cult. They have long lives, but they can't hear the flow of fate."

That legendary golden dragon has different names in the mouths of different forces.

"The Blazing Sun of the End" is what they call the golden dragon.

They are apocalyptic chanters, a lineage of bards from the Golden Age.

They believe that the arrival of the Godfall Calendar is because the gods have abandoned Eladica, and the world is irrevocably heading towards destruction and its end.

Therefore, they want to tell everyone the truth of the end times, so that everyone can give up worldly busyness and create their own drama before the end of the world arrives.

The Doomsday Chanter lavishes praise on the legendary Golden Dragon, who clearly desires to change the fate of the world and even aspires to ascend to the throne of gods.

The greatest artistic creation in this world is the mockery and challenge of fate.

So they would jump onto the "stage" and act as clowns and villains in the play, creating dramatic and unpredictable plot twists.

The climax and ending of this drama, naturally, is the fall of the golden dragon.

Therefore, they called the golden dragon "the blazing sun of the end".

Night fell quickly, and a soft, gentle ringing came from outside the window.

The two had already removed their disguises from their coarse cloth robes, changed into well-tailored dresses, and put on beautiful earrings and necklaces.

With the sound of a bell, the two walked out of the small house and quickly disappeared into the night.

Under the cover of night, a group of young girls gathered on a small hill surrounded by three villages.

They huddled together, shivering in the night wind, anxiously and expectantly waiting for the time to come.

Soon, three beautiful women, like messengers from legend, quietly appeared.

Upon seeing the three women arrive, the children, who had been huddled together, immediately split into three groups and ran towards the women they recognized, chattering incessantly.

This kind of gathering has been going on for a long time.

The women also comforted the little girls beside them, patiently listening to their troubles and distributing precious candies that the girls had never seen before.

After the girls had eaten their candy to their hearts' content, they spontaneously sat on the ground according to their size, quietly waiting for their "homework".

Three women took out different musical instruments and began playing them while softly singing.

The melody was as soft as the morning mist, and the rhythm as gentle as the summer night breeze.

The girls unconsciously held their breath, their sleepiness and fatigue from the night vanished, and they spontaneously began to hum along.

"Wake up, little child, the evening breeze is blowing through the window."

"Cast away the soft blanket of moonlight, and cast aside all your anxieties."

"When the blazing sun sinks into the desolate tomb, the long night will come to an end."

"Let us lay down our shackles and dance together in joy and sorrow."

"Hope that comes to an abrupt end is the waking dream of all living beings..."

With the guidance of the three women, the children sang more and more fluently and were able to respond to the melody better and better.

However, if someone were to listen in, they would discover something amazing:

At first, the children were just humming, and you could still hear a little bit of singing, but when they sang loudly, there was not a sound at all.

Only a melody, inaudible to mortals, resonates, drawing listeners in without them even realizing it.

Along the coast, the tide laps against the sand.

The Sea of ​​Mist is teeming with dangerous monsters, and villagers generally avoid the coast.

After a high tide, a fish was left on the beach.

The fish was deathly pale, as if devoid of any life, beckoning nocturnal predators to come and feast.