Ark Undead

Even if the Undead is a War Knight, even if the Undead already has enough fame.

Why did Pallas know the Undead was connected to the history he recounted the moment he saw the Undead?

So the destined hero, clad in armor, asked.

"What did the oracle say?"

"what?"

Pallas raised his eyes, still chewing the fruit he had just stuffed into his mouth.

"What divine decree?"

"That is, to tell you, I will meet you."

The Undead did not remember ever meeting Pallas before. Pallas had also mentioned during his introduction that this was their first meeting.

"I...I just...I know..."

Pallas spoke as she recalled, but after a couple of sentences, she immediately realized that something seemed very illogical.

As a high priest, Pallas certainly wouldn't consider power as everything.

With a furrowed brow, Pallas began to recall.

"Yes, why? Please wait a moment..."

Logically speaking, there is very little visual evidence of the Undead in Kazimierz, and their appearance at that time was quite different from what it is now.

Putting aside the fact that the weapons are different, the Undead's armor has changed in appearance and color after being reforged.

After seeing the Undead, how did Pallas become certain that he was the destined hero mentioned in the oracle?

Could divine pronouncements really transmit images?

"We haven't met before, have we?"

But as soon as he finished saying that no one would die, Pallas's movements stopped temporarily.

The light in her eyes vanished quickly, as if her consciousness had been ripped away.

Muttering something to himself, Pallas's thoughts quickly went blank, and even the fingers holding the fruit gradually loosened their grip.

Upon seeing this, the Undead immediately realized something was wrong and gripped the hilt of the greatsword he had placed aside.

"I've seen it...no...no, that's not right..."

Pallas's consciousness seemed to affirm the Undead's words. But at the same time, she also seemed to express great doubt about the Undead's statement.

Is she denying that she has never seen an immortal, or is she greatly shaken by the immortal's words?

It was at this moment that the immortals realized something else.

Pallas loosened her grip, but the fruit she had been holding did not fall.

The sun was still shining brightly outside the window, but the people walking on the street just strangely lifted their feet and then held that position.

The air seemed to freeze, and everything around us appeared to stand still for a moment.

An absolute silence enveloped the undead, and even time itself was forcibly frozen in place.

Only Pallas's murmurs remained, lingering in the ears of the undead.

This counterintuitive scene heightened the vigilance in the hearts of the immortals to the maximum.

Freezing time and space—such Originium Arts are something no Undead has ever seen.

Just as everything stopped and the space was frozen, a tiny voice slowly rose.

Golden flames burned silently in the undead's chest, without a single spark escaping.

That clear light, like a beacon in the darkness, guides those who see it and whispers its call.

I'm here.

Then a voice came from Pallas's mouth.

"Lord Ashes."

The voice was soft, sacred, and slightly hoarse.

It was as if a gentle breeze had risen from a sea where time stood still, creating ripples.

It is a call, a whisper, and a lament of a long-awaited reunion.

The immortal's body froze, and his pupils under the helmet suddenly contracted.

This was the first time he had lost his composure since waking up.

Can you hear my voice?

336. Don't forget

Even though the figure wasn't real, the one sitting in front of the Undead, replacing Pallas's body, was the woman who occupied a significant portion of the Undead's memories.

Her silvery-white hair cascaded down, draping over the luxurious gold-trimmed fabric.

Its face was blurred, and even its body appeared as a phantom in the eyes of the immortals.

But even an immortal could recognize her at a glance.

"Fire Maiden".

The Undead opened his mouth slightly, and although his voice was still hoarse and steady, there was an undeniable shock in his tone.

He had imagined the scene of his reunion with the Fire Girl.

Perhaps by then, the Fire-type woman, whose body was no longer sustained by the First Flame, had already turned into a skeleton.

He could only find her eye patch beside her withered or dusty bones.

So much time has passed that the Fire Maiden's appearance and figure have been worn away and faded from the memories of the undead.

But when she actually reappeared before the Undead, the Undead suddenly realized that the worn-out figure in their memories had become clear again.

The impression she left on the undead is indelible.

In that despairing generation, she was the first and only one who, after being exposed to the undead's rebellious ideas, was still willing to follow him.

She took the will of the immortals as her guiding light. Whether it was betrayal or inheritance, she steadfastly followed behind him.

Even immortals cannot ignore her trust and loyalty.

Now that everything has passed, the Fire Maiden has reappeared before the Undead, which inevitably makes the Undead think of many things.

"Lord Ashes."

The gentle woman raised her head, her slightly thin lips tightly closed, but after looking at the undead through her blindfolded eyes, they curved into a slight smile.

"Ah...can you touch me?"

She slowly raised her palm, as elegant and intellectual as a goddess in a classical book, and gently raised her fingers towards the undead.

She longed for someone to hold her hand.

Without hesitation, the Undead raised his right hand and grasped that frail hand.

The first sensation upon touching it was the icy coolness that pierced through the gauntlet, but it quickly transformed into a comfortable warmth.

Even with the dried-out skin of an undead, the dulled senses could clearly feel the warmth emanating from this hand.

This was a tactile sensation that even becoming a zombie could not replace. In that final apocalypse, it was these hands that brought him immense power.

After being grabbed by the undead, the woman took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, her body trembling slightly.

Like a body shrouded in darkness, after a long time, it once again felt the light.

"Ah... that familiar, comforting warmth. Thank you so much, Lord Ash."

The Undead pursed his lips.

For some reason, although the Undead had many questions he wanted to ask her, he couldn't bring himself to say them.

Just by listening to the Fire Maiden's voice, you can sense how heavy a burden she seems to be carrying.

A weary tone, an intensely yearning emotion, and an arm reaching out to the undead.

And how much time did she spend alone during this countless years before she was finally able to meet the immortals again?

The Undead just stared at the Fire Mage, trying to pierce through the mist covering her face and see her true features.

"you..."

The immortal opened his mouth, then closed it again.

After grasping the Fire Mage's hand, the Undead realized that she didn't have much strength left, and asking any more questions now would only increase her burden.

After hearing the voice of the undead, the Fire Mage raised her head again.

Her hair swayed with her movements, and her soft lips parted slightly.

"Lord Ash, I know you have many questions, and I have so much to say to you."

"But I'm very sorry, I don't have time to stay here."

She felt somewhat lost, and her body grew increasingly weak, confirming that the power she had left in the girl was already very thin.

"It's great to see you again. So, come find me."

"Show your strength, become the victor of the immortal arena, and reclaim your title as king."

“I await you deep within the Temple of Heroes.”

Despite saying that, she did not try to break free from the immortal's grasp.

Instead, he spread his five fingers and gripped the immortal's gauntlet in return.

It's as if she's drawing strength from her hero to bolster her confidence.

Those warm words gradually became ethereal, just like the figure before the immortal's eyes, slowly disappearing into the air.

"I have waited too long... Please, do not forget..."

The voice seemed to dissipate like wisps of smoke, and the immortal's hand gradually grew cold, losing its previous warmth.

The immortal watched as her appearance vanished before his eyes, transforming back into another girl.