In the turbulent Ionia, the oldest Vastala myth records a prophet who can talk directly with the stars, summon the starlight to heal the wounded and burn those who add harm to the newborn earth.

At present, Soraka has settled her home on the westernmost peak of the Giant God Mountains.

She watched over an isolated Vastaya tribe, teaching them the treatment methods, while quietly solving her own needs - but only Soraka herself knew what had brought her so close to the foot of the mountain and how long she would stay here.

Many times, she watched the entire civilization dance on the brink of destruction, and she already understood that she could not save those who did not wish to be rescued, nor could she force them to see what they were doomed to ignore.

Resolutely, Soraka is determined not to give up trying.

“The taste is better than I thought!”

After tasting Zoe's pastry, Robin's eyes lit up and commented in a thoughtful way, the taste was sweet but not sticky.

"Hehe, I'm glad you like it." Zoe floated in the air, crossing his legs and said comfortably: "You just said it was the same as Soraka's first time eating Twilight Cake.

At the fork, you can only choose one of them!"

Zoe paused, then held her stomach and laughed, "I know? This is Soraka's catchphrase."

A wanderer from the realm of heaven, she gave up her immortal divine nature and protected the races of the mortal world from their own violent instincts.

She exerted sympathy and kindness to everyone she met - guiding the lost and healing pain. Although Soraka has witnessed so many pains and struggles in this world, she still believes that the people in Runeland still have more potential yet to be discovered.

Robin was puzzled. The people on the Rune Continent seemed to have a strange mind. They began to recall their friends in the last second and the next.

Of course, Zoe has overwhelming strength at present, so he can only listen to it.

Perhaps, the original posture was not very comfortable, Zoe moved twice and continued:

"On a perfect night for sipping tea. Although it is a bit cold, it is refreshing and thorough - just as the cold night of the Giant Peak is as sharp as ever. Soraka is waiting for a visitor.

On the fire in the center of the Soraka round tent, the snow in the stone pot had begun to melt, the warmth was getting stronger, and the tent was filled with dry tea leaves and a faint smell of mountain herbs.

She walked across from the tent and passed the shelf on the back wall. Just like all the other items in her home, the shelf also had extremely slight bends.

Judging from the level of mortal skills, carpentry is not her strength. But she made this rack for storage.

The wicker head crown from Omeka Yaran, the little golden acorn from a good friend in Bander City, and the oldest of them, older than any mortal world - a dog-shaped stone sculpture from Nash Lame in the old days.

She owed the city a visit. He hadn't been back for hundreds of years and she had a good impression of the people there.

She was awakened from her contemplation, and there was a riot outside, shouting and barking, very punctual.

On the dark snow field, a group of wolves surrounded the blocks curled up in the snow.

She strode into the night, holding her head up and her chest. The moon has risen and looks surprisingly large. This is the common landscape on the Giant God Peak. Her home is on the way to the top of the peak. On the east side is the rugged mountainside flat ground, and on the west side is the steep cliff, there is no bottom fog.

A cold mountain wind blows everything west all year round. It is not uncommon for wild animals to blow through the plains through the wind and sand, but it is rare for them to find prey here.

The wolves turned over and roared at her, and the yellow light shone out from the window of the dome tent, reflecting their semi-fluorescent eyes.

Meanwhile, the piece fell over. It was a girl. A pair of frightened eyes responded to Soraka's gaze, and a wooden spear was tightly held in her trembling hands.

There is only one thing that allows people to come to this remote cliff path leading to the holy mountain. But never so young.

The wolves rushed towards Soraka together, and she heard the stars screaming to protect her.

The sparks trickled out from her fingertips, and she let the golden rain of fire fall into the pack. The impact caused most of the wild wolves to retreat under the shock of primitive fear, but one of them was abandoned by their companions, and its hind legs were crushed under embers.

It was moaning, screaming, and struggling. She saw the rest of the wolves disappear into the cold wasteland, abandoning their companions to fate.

Soraka shook her head, and was so anxious that she immediately knelt into the snow, stretching out her hands. She could not bear the pain of this poor little thing.

The pain was tractioning her. She placed her hands on the root of its bleeding hind legs. It howled angrily and bit her arm with its teeth. It hurt. The body was defective.

"Stop!" the little girl cried. "It...it wants to kill you!"

Soraka felt her expression melt into a smile.

"I'm not afraid of a wolf," she replied, and the light spread from her arms to the wolf's wounded body.

"And," she continued, "the Giant Peak belongs to me and to him."

The flesh and blood of the beast began to heal as before, and the broken bones were re-stitched, just like acacia shaped into its proper shape in the hands of a craftsman.

But the magic was burning her while leaving her.

She closed her eyes and let herself be temporarily lost in pain.

When she opened her eyes again, the wolf had already escaped.

Only the girl was still there. Her eyes flashed upward from time to time, and she glanced at Soraka's corner. Soraka already knew what she was thinking.

"Are you... that?"

“Which?”

"Devil. I once heard..."

Soraka laughed. But before she could answer, the girl fell weakly and put the tip of the spear down.

It was only then that Soraka finally felt the great pain from the girl.

Her arms and elbows are all black below.

Her fingers and spear were frozen together, and the flesh and blood on them were red and swollen. Such frostbite... she would die soon.

When she put her hands on the girl's arms, the girl retreated, which made Soraka very worried.

In the face of healing, humans responded wonderfully. Their minds were very complicated. The treatment for them must be agreed upon by both parties - they must want to be healed. Sometimes she had already extended the magic tentacles deep into the wound, but found that they were pushed back by the mind.

But now there is no. The girl is so tired that climbing here has already taken all her remaining physical strength. Soraka uses all the strength she can give to inject dead flesh and blood, driving away the pain.

A circle of emerald light winds up the girl's hands. The spear fell to the ground. While Soraka used his power, he saw the color of his skin gradually fading from black to red, and the purple finally returned to the darker skin tone it should have.

OK, there should be no problem.

"Do you think I'm like a demon?" Soraka asked. Her golden eyes shone in the darkness.

The girl remained silent. After a while, Soraka asked, "You want to reach the main peak. Why?"

But the girl looked away, looked ashamed, rubbing her arms that had just recovered. "My family," she shook her head and said without hesitation. "We...we Raquer people - all warriors. My mother, she is the strongest warrior. You don't know how it feels to be the only person who can't fight. That kind of..." She bit her lips and tried to find the word. "Weak."

Soraka waved her hand and pointed to the dirt road the girl had just walked, the road leading to the foot of the Giant God Peak. "You have walked so far, do you still feel weak?"

"My weakness is coming to an end soon," the girl replied, her hands clenched into fists. "When I reach the top, I will walk out of the last peak and into the sky, just like in the old stories. Then—and then they have to admit that I am strong. People made of stars cannot be bullied."

"I'd love if that was the case," Soraka said, a sharp smile flashing across her face.

She did not see the girl's expression bursting with shock and surprise, but turned around and walked to the side of the road. The starry sky above their heads was brighter than anywhere in the world against the dark sky. They were singing songs that only she could hear. This was her home. Although it was not the original home. But this was the home she created.

"Come on," Soraka called. She raised her hand and the tracks of her fingertips drew across the heavens. As she moved, the clouds were embroidered on the moonlight canvas, outlining the faces that girls had heard of from the story. A young woman with pale hair. Opposite her, a woman with a face as sunny as the sun. And a spear in Wu's hand was almost the same as the girl's spear.

"All of these mortals have reached the peak. But they are the path they have chosen with all their hearts." She turned to the girl and said slowly, without any pleasure in her words. "You have not really chosen the mountain. The Giant Peak will not choose you. You will go to death. Don't do this."

The girl turned her head and she was silent for a long time.

"Then, where should I go?" She finally said in a stiff voice. "I can't go home. I can't go back to them. Where else can I go?"

Soraka smiled. "The world is big. You have many roads. I can help you, but you have to accept my help."

The images before the moonlight faded.

Soraka pointed to the warm yellow tent among the rocks nearby. "But first, it's better to come in and warm up your body.

There is no need to return before dawn. Moreover, I am still burning water. This is the best night to sip tea."

Zoe started dancing, and she said that these were stories told by Soraka.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if Aurelian Sol, the Star Forged Dragon King, break free from the shackles of the Crown of Curse?"

Anna once reminded that in the interpretation mode, she would not die.

The curious thing in my heart is just right to ask for it.

The Star Forging Dragon King Aurelian Thor, if you want to say who has the highest divine character in the Rune Continent, it should be this guy!

But Robin thought he could not reach such an existence, and the so-called star spirit was also afraid of Thor.

The appearance of comets often foreshadows and upheavals. As the restless comet tail brushes across the sky, new kings in the world are frequently established, and the old masters are all gone. Even the shining starlight above the nine heavens will fade away...

And the truth may be darker than what people see.

Aurelianthol is an omnipotent and omniscient being. He was an ancient existence before the mortals on the runeland began to reproduce. Since he was born at the beginning of Taixi, he and his fellow species have begun to travel in the vast and empty primitive heavenly realm, trying to paint miracles on this vast canvas, allowing the flickering spectrum to bring achievements and joy to all witnesses.

During the roaming of Oreliansol, he rarely encounters equal existences that can match him.

All the eternal astral spirits were indifferent and had little contribution to the existence of things. They were only satisfied with conceiving self-centered philosophical theories about creation itself.

However, later, around an ordinary sun he cast countless epochs, he made a surprise discovery, a planet, multiple overlapping fields.

He didn't know who created the world, nor did he know for what purpose - he only knew that it was not his work.

The astral spirits seemed to have unusual attention to the world, and they begged him to get closer.

This place is bred with life, magic, and civilizations in the cradle crying to seek guidance from higher wisdom. A new audience admires his supreme supreme, which makes Aurelianthol complacent. He transforms into a ferocious dragon among the stars and descends into the mortal world, bathed in the flattery of ordinary beings.

On an ordinary land called "Joshen", the tiny residents named him with the golden light he gave him, so the star spirits ordered them to offer corresponding tributes.

The mortals climbed up their highest mountain and presented him with a gorgeous crown with exquisite and mysterious magic on it, engraved with incredible patterns in the realm of the heavens.

And when the crown was worn by Oreliansol on his eyebrows, he realized that this was not a tribute at all.

It was a cursed evil thing, which was tied up on his head with unimaginable power, and even made it impossible for him to take it off. Then he felt that his knowledge about the sun and the creation of the sun was stolen, consulted, and defiled by those low-level intelligences.

What's worse is that the power of the crown threw him back to heaven and prevented him from getting close to the world.

He could only watch those treacherous star spirits proclaim themselves "giant gods" and send mortals to build huge golden disks.

In this way, they drew his heavenly power and created immortal god warriors in order to welcome some kind of conflict that had not yet occurred.

The furious Aurelianthor also saw that due to the lack of care and care, the other stars in the sky began to fade away, so he tried his best to get rid of the control of the crown.

It was him who gave birth to light in the universe! And now, why was he bound by the star spirits and their humble chess pieces? When he saw the sun disk collapse, he let out a roar of joy... However, what he saw was a second more powerful disk replaced. Finally, he gave up his resistance to fate and saw those god warriors massacre enemies, then the rustling pure dark creatures, and finally they killed each other.

Later, in the blink of an eye, the world was swept by one after another of witchcraft disasters. At this time, Aurelianthol finally saw that the giant god and the star spirits he hated were all open. He wandered carefully and realized that the magic that bound him was declining. His crown was peeling off gold chips, and each piece left a trajectory of flames in the air like a comet.

The freedom and revenge that is close at hand tempted Aurelianthol, and now he looks down on the runeland with a fiery and eternal anger.
Chapter completed!