It snowed in the floating city of Sachros.

Without the protection of the magic barrier, snowflakes fly in the streets and alleys of this ancient city, as gentle and silent as memories.

Did it awaken me?

The ghost prince Egerella stared out the window and unconsciously put down the quill in his hand, unable to help but think.

The snow in the garden under the Ghost Tower was already very deep.

They fluttered, covering the grass and blooming flowers, putting white coats on the statue, bent the branches of the flower trees, reminding Egrela of the night that was long enough to completely forget it, and of the childhood of the Naserel period.

The day when their family moved to Kalsas Floating City was the last time he saw snow.

The snowflakes at that time were not as big as today. He thought that when they fell on his hairline, they would melt instantly, and Little Brenas' snowball was incomplete.

The joy of that morning made him feel a little painful.

The eldest brother Rivalan carried him onto the floating carpet hanging in the air, and the second brother Yada held his body so that he could stand steadily on the magic carpet that was sliding in place like a snake.

They flew out of the manor where the thorn rose flowers had already withered, left their hometown, rushed to the vast sky, and flew towards the floating city protected by magic barriers.

Egerella thought his career as an arcane will start in the Floating City.

One day, he will also have his own floating city, but unexpectedly, it will almost come to an end now.

He stood up and let the narrow window open, snowflakes float into the study, Egrela opened the door and walked down the spiral stairs.

When he then opened the door to the garden, he couldn't help but start to be surprised by the tranquility he had never seen in the shadow plane.

The snowflakes are floating, the distant fragrance and loneliness.

They landed heavily without interruption, and all the colors of the floating city were defeated and fled without a trace, only black, white and gray: white houses and statues, black shadows and ghost towers, and gray sky.

This is a world that is so pure that the shadow plane cannot compare with it at all, Egerra thought to himself, a world that no longer belongs to him.

The ghost prince stepped out like a walking corpse, his boots left ankle-deep holes on the smooth snow surface without making any sound.

He walked through the frosted short bushes and looked at the thin black trunks, wondering if he was still in his dream.

The flying snowflakes were like a gentle kiss from a lover, slashing across his face and melting with magic.

He came to the center of the garden, stood beside the statue of the collapsed, half-buried shark god Sekora, closed his eyes and raised his head to the sky, as if he had smelled the snowflakes and tasted the snow.

This is the taste of Naserier, the taste of innocentness, and the taste of dreams.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had kneeled down, but he could not remember the passing.

The sky is white and dawn is coming.

This is a new day, Egrela thought to guide the future.

But what he longs for is to go back to the past and pray to go back to the past.

But who should he pray to?

This small garden was originally the temple of Sekora, the god of Shahua fish man, a ruin without fish man and gods.

Just like him, empty, empty...

The ghost prince reached out and pressed his faintly painful chest, feeling silently in the dark skeleton like a shadow, the only beating black heart in the empty ribs and chest cavity.

Egerella picked up a handful of snow, put it between her fingers and squeezed it easily into a wet and heavy ball.

He continued to operate, pointing to the capacity until the snowball was round and white and flawless.

A snow in winter, one morning, when he walked out of the room, he was ambushed by his two younger brothers, Corraibonas and Brenas.

They each held about ten snowballs, and he had nothing.

Corrare Bonas stood on the top of a closed bridge and he couldn't catch it, so he was chasing Brenas.

The two of them ran through the stables and chased around the kitchen until they were both breathless.

He could have caught Brenas, but he did not slip and fell on the ice.

My younger brother ran over to visit him with concern and asked if he was injured.

When Egerella honestly answered "No", she was hit by Brenas's snowball, which made him look full of flowers.

He was not willing to be outdone, so he grabbed his brother's thigh, overturned it to the ground, pulled open his pants, and stuffed the snow inside, until Yada finally walked over, and separated the two brothers who were laughing and roaring.

Now that he has a snowball, what are he doing with it?

Egrela looked at the pitiful gadget in her hand and thought sadly that no one here would play snowballs childishly with him.

The ghost prince let go, and the snowball slipped from the palm of his hand and broke...

When Egrela returned to his study, the sixth brother Ramorak had been waiting for a long time.

It has been a month since the battle in Shadow Valley.

With the full support of the Lost Lady's Pastors and the Women's Commander of the Sambia University, the floating city of Sakros was basically repaired and could successfully float in mid-air.

In just two months, he was able to complete all the barriers, restrictions and secret locks inside the floating city, and then he could lead the army of Sambiya to destroy the Kingdom of Cormier.

It only took two months... he thought to himself, and then he changed into a calm and cold expression and met Ramorac's gaze.

"Lao Shi, you don't know yet, Yada has left."

Ramolak spoke first, "I saw it in the Ghost Tower. Brenas came once last night, and then he left without calling the next day."

"I get it." Agerala said lightly.

What he was most worried about was still happening. Yada's departure was obviously what he was most reluctant to see.

Among his many brothers, his second brother Yada is the most honest and loyal and persistent person. Once he thinks it is the right thing, he will stick to it to the end.

For example, faith in Lost Lady.

But Egerella had known for a long time that Yada's belief in the Lost Lady was just the result of a lie of Revalan.

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Brenas...

Egerella silently recited the name of his youngest brother in his heart. He didn't know what channel Brenas used to learn the truth about his mother's death.

But no matter who is right or wrong, he still insisted on thinking that Brenas's approach was a bit too unconsidered.

He could even imagine the scene when Yada met Rivalan and tried his best to find him.

This will only make him, the stubborn second brother, constantly approach the abyss of death.

Although Rivalan's actions are shameful, if he does not, the fate of the floating city Sultansa may be no different from other floating cities.

Ask yourself, if Egrela had chosen, he might have really calmly weighed the pros and cons and chose the same approach.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the truth about the impending demise of the Naserel Empire has been learned.

As far as he knew, Rivalan did not know these truths before killing his mother, but this was just his fulfillment of sharing his ‘his own secrets’ with Ms. Lost, because for the invokers among her clergy, this was the most important ritual to devote himself to Ms. Lost.

The reward that Revalan got was to use the power of Lost Lady and then through his divination ability, he helped his father successfully send Sultanza to the Shadow Plane and escaped the disaster that destroyed the entire empire.

No matter what purpose Ms. Lost is for, it is an indisputable fact that she saved the city of Sultanza.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Ramolak's voice disgusting sounded again, "Yada ran with Brenas."

"What then?" Egerella looked at Ramolak faintly, "We two chased out and then captured the believer who betrayed the Lost Lady?"

"I don't mean that." Ramorak waved his hand, his red eyes hidden in his black robe, became a little brighter. "You have also seen that Ms. Lost is about to fail, and we must consider our own way of retreat."

Innocent!

Egerra looked at Ramolak with disdain, and he knew what the other party was looking for him on his own initiative.

Back path?

To him, what is precisely, for these ghosts, they had no way out.

"Do you know the world of Magic Net?" Ramolak continued:

"The world of magic nets is also called 'Tahadana'. This is a super two-dimensional space that was created with magic for a long time ago. It is said that these spells were cast by the Imaska ​​people, the former mechanical empire. They are a place where only magic nets can reach. As long as we hide in it, even the gods cannot detect our existence."

When Egrela heard this, he looked at Ramolak with great interest, and then said in a sarcastic tone, "It seems that your magical attainments in some aspects are really beyond my reach. Unfortunately, you lack a sense of awe."

He naturally heard about the 'Tahadana'. These super two-dimensional spaces, like flies stuck to spider webs, have obtained the protection of the magic web to survive.

Even the gods find these places, unless someone can control the magic net or the chosen ones of the magic goddess.

The reason why the magic net was torn apart by Ms. Lost was that his father, the Supreme King Terramante and Laroc, joined forces to cast a twisted mystery lock in "Tahadana". Just like a fly on the "spider web", it broke the magic net like a broken net left when it broke free from the constraints.

If the voters of the Magic Goddess want to repair the Magic Net, they must completely kill the troubled "fly".

"Do you think that no one except the mysterious lady and her voters can find 'Tahadana'?" Ramolak continued:

"This is a big mistake. Some people can do it. For example, Laroc is one of them. He uses these places to accumulate magic and wealth, and there are also Mansson of the Santalin Society. Why can't he kill all his clones? It's not because his body hides in the 'Tahadana' and constantly creates new clones."

"So, have you found a way to get into 'Tahadana'?"

Egerala asked curiously, but he did not intend to do so. "So what if I find it? I have been hiding in the shadow plane for more than a thousand years. Do you want me to hide in the cave like a snake, and always hide in the 'Tahadana'."

"But this is indeed our only way out."

Ramolak still said unwillingly, "As long as you and me work together, you can force a 'Tahadana' and hide forever, and not be controlled by Ms. Lost. As long as we do not do things that harm the world, Ms. Mysterious Ms. will not pay attention to us."

"So, I always think that you have lost a sense of awe. Believe me, your terrible thought will lay the groundwork for your future death." Egerra was unmoved. "You not only thought of 'Tahadana' too simple, but also thought of Ms. Lost too simple."

Lost Lady Shar, as one of the oldest goddesses in the kingdom.

How could he be so easy to escape from her control? Even his father couldn't do it. The ghost prince thought sadly:

There is also Brenas, who thought that if he became a file scholar and did not contact the Shadow Magic Network, he would not have any intersection with Ms. Lost?

Naive like a child!

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Ancient Cormanso Forest.

The towering ancient giant trees cover the entire sky, and only the shade and emerald green are visible to the eyes. Birds sing in the forest, and reindeer shuttles between the woodlands. Occasionally, you can see a pool of fish swimming in the clear spring waving their tails happily. The huge guide stones contain rich magic. The roads in the forest are very narrow and almost invisible to the distance.

The lost lady Shar's priestess, "Black Veil", Eliriel, looked indifferently at the man in black robe who was kneeling in front of him, trembling in a cold tone:

"Anyone who has ever bathed in the shadow of the Lost Lady must serve the goddess with all his heart. Hajjhona, do you understand?"

"I understand, Lord High Priest." Hajjhona, who was crawling on the ground, looked like a mouse pressed under his claws by a cat.

"I know my mistake in the glory of the Lost Lady. Here I beg the goddess who keeps the secret and gives her humble believers a chance to reform."

“A wise choice.”

Eliriel looked down at him condescendingly and said in an unquestionable tone, "Now, I order you to go deep into the Wind Song Tower in the ruins of Mess Zorno to help the goddess find a big tree in the form of golden beech."

"Is it another complete set of color-resistant scrolls?" Hajjhona said in shock when he heard this.

The once great Neserel Empire found 100 gold scrolls in the ruins of Erivanda, with two sets of Neserel scrolls, each containing 50 scrolls respectively.

One of the complete sets of golden scrolls was stolen by the elves of Comanso.

And he accidentally discovered traces of this set of color-resistant scrolls in the tears of the two kings.

The purpose of his visit to Cormanso was to find this set of scrolls.

"So..." Hajjhona said bitterly, "You deliberately gave me the two tears of the king. The purpose is for today."

"It seems you're not too stupid." Eliriel nodded and admitted.

"Since that's the case, you must also know that the biggest obstacle to my search for the Golden Scroll is the guard of Mess Zhuono, the high elf mage Slinsy." Hajjhona suppressed his inner shock and said truthfully, "I am not her opponent."

Since Cormier was defeated, he has brought Saiweilin, the leader of the Dragon Bible Cult, to help him find the golden scroll.

Who would have thought that as soon as they arrived at the ruins of Mis Zhuono, they were attacked by the hidden guards inside, so they had to escape in a panic. Finally, when they were unable to break into the Tower of Wind Song, the leader of the Dragon Cult chose to leave and went to the Supreme Glacier alone to find the Dragon Crazy Lock, while he kept wandering in Comanso, waiting for the opportunity.

"Just go and get it." Eliriel's lips curled up with a sneer, "Slinxi has already left Mis Zhuono, she can't threaten you."

Looking at the priestess' confident eyes, Hajjhona dared not doubt it, and even asked about the use of the golden scroll, he ran towards the ruins of Mis Zorno.

Looking at the figure of Hajj Horner leaving, Eliriel secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to make the city of Tiffanton shrouded in shadow, the price she paid was too high and her strength has not been fully restored.

However, what made her secretly thankful was that all plans were still under her control.

Even the ghost prince Ramorak wanted to defect and go to the Magic Net Realm to avoid the control of Miss Lost, which was within her expectations.

If Ramorak really dared to put it into action, she would definitely make the cunning prince pay the price, Eliriel thought.

Although the plan to tear the magic net from the moment Aceville failed has completely failed, it is definitely not so easy for the voters of the Mysterious Lady to repair the magic net, and Larock will make them pay a heavy price.

And she can use the time that has passed in the magic net world to accelerate the next plan of Ms. Lost in the material world, such as the Kingdom of Cormier.

"I hope Rivalan doesn't disappoint me." Eliriel murmured to himself, "after all, he is the sharpest spear to tear open the barrier of the Kingdom of Cormier."

…………

The air was cold and full of fear, and even the great prince of Ghost City, Rivalan felt scared.

On a remote hill in Brah Star, shadows continued to extend, darkness was eyeing, and all the trees seemed to be bent by thick shadows.

Here, dark clouds are everywhere, and darkness is whispering in the shadows.

"I will not disappoint Ms. Lost." Rivalan knelt in front of the ancient statue of Ms. Lost with a pious look.

This is a statue full of mysterious charm. It vividly shows the image of an elegant lady with an extraordinary temperament with a noble artistic technique. Her figure is slender and tall, revealing unparalleled power and softness, as if it is the most perfect sculpture masterpiece between heaven and earth. She is wearing a loose and complex pleated robe, like the ripples in the night, which not only covers her body outline, but also reveals her inner nobility and majesty in subtle points. What is even more amazing is that the lady's face is covered with a mask carefully woven from shining feathers. This mask cleverly covers her face, but cannot hide the profound wisdom and incomparable charm that comes from her eyes.

The statue itself seems to have life, and the purple light like a phantom flashes in the dark temple, like an elves dancing in a dream, constantly changing shapes, sometimes reflected on a graceful and dancing young female dancer. The dance seems to be telling a forgotten historical legend.

Revalan, the warrior who was ruthlessly imprisoned by the Brastar Lord in a cold and humid dungeon for a month, was already mentally prepared to be with darkness for a long time. However, things were unpredictable, and the wheel of fate suddenly turned, and he gained freedom overnight and was released by the lord on his own initiative. This twist shocked him.

At this moment, the place he set foot on was Ms. Lost - the mysterious temple owned by the ancient gods who had countless legends on Bra Star. This temple is like the amber of time, condensed the memories of time, and the air is filled with ancient sense of ritual and sacred and inviolable aura.

What appeared before Rivalan was a seemingly ordinary glass wine glass. Its appearance was simple but carried unknown secrets. The liquid in the cup was like a concentrated shadow energy, thick and flowing freely, but in this deep darkness, it flashed with a faint golden light, like the first ray of dawn before dawn, suggesting some extraordinary power or revelation.

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It contains one-third of the divine power of the priesthood of the "Shadow" of the Thieves God.

He had just contacted the "Black Veil" Eliriel through the temple's messaging array and learned about all the happenings in the material world.

He was so eager for this power.

Only when he completely absorbed this powerful divine power could he take advantage of the opportunity that the mysterious lady's voters were trapped in the world of the magic net and completely turn the Kingdom of Cormier into a place covered in shadows.

"Never be afraid of the darkness, Rivalan."

The ghost prince seemed to hear the whisper of the night prophet, and accompanied by the faint rustling sound of trees and leaves, it came over in vain:

"Drink it, darkness will become your cloak, your shield and armor, darkness will make you stronger..."

Time is like gurgling water, rushing forward day and night, as if a heroic warrior has passed away countless moments silently.

The day begins to restrain its glory that is sprinkled with the earth and gradually shrinks back into the robe of the universe, while the night is like a generous monarch, whose territory is quietly becoming more and more vast and far-reaching.

The jungle at the foot of the mountain, which once shined with sunshine and full of vitality, is now tightly embraced by the night sky. The sun can no longer penetrate the thick darkness and bring warmth and light to the jungle.

Facing the choice of fate, Rivalan, the great prince of the ghost city, resolutely drank the shadow water in the legendary Dark Holy Grail.

At that moment, he felt a deep and cold force surged from the tip of his tongue, sweeping through his heart like a torrent of ink, completely immersing him in an unprecedented darkness.

The temple of Ms. Lost is even more mysterious in this endless darkness. The shining stone pillars and murals of the past are now swallowed by darkness. Only the inaccessible divine aura still echoes in the void, proving its existence.

This darkness is as thick as the asphalt at the bottom of the purgatory, denser than the tar accumulated over a thousand years, and is even more dim than the deepest feather on the crow's wings.

The light struggled in this darkness, trying to pierce the heavy curtain, but every time it was like a timid visitor, only daring to glance at it in a hurry, and then disappeared without a trace.

Whether it is the bonfire that jumps around the fire, the candlelight flashing in a quiet night, or the warm family under the bright lights, they all show the tenacity and fragility of life in the face of darkness.

The flames burned a short and brilliant chapter of life, but it could not withstand the erosion of darkness. After a burst of heat, it slowly faded away and returned to eternal tranquility.
Chapter completed!