He saw the hook and sickle sucking towards her... He looked at her with all eyes - he was through my eyes, and he saw her.

"I'll go down." He said only this, and the rest were expressed in silence.

Now his hands were already on his guns. "Sena..." His voice was slightly choked under the weight of memory.

"It's okay," I said softly. I remember that woman, too.

On the horizon, darkness was rolling, and a village chiseled out of stone was shrouded in darker shadows, drowned in heavy rain, and even worse things would happen. In that darkness was hidden. It was another sentry who called us here.

I have to fight a way out and find it.

The mountain road leading to the village has experienced hundreds of years of storm erosion, leaving only the hardest stubborn stones. I can feel the wind blowing on the cap, and the mist stirred by the waves splashing on my skin. It seems that the whole world is blocking me and warning me of the darkness ahead. But compared to this, what discouraged me the most was the howling sounds in the village...

That was my curse. Black Mist knew I was coming. It would be the first to come to me.

"It's time for every day to ambush again." I murmured to myself, indifferent, and ghosts surged out in the darkness of the dead air in the sky. Every breath I breathed was attracting them.

I drew out my weapon.

The sacred stones moved neatly, they were all relics of the late sentry, and each piece had been passed down many times. Among them were men, women, fathers, and sisters, all of whom were taken away by the darkness. But when I held my weapon, I also held their light, shining in the two chambers of the giant cannon.

The resentful spirits in the black fog condensed into shape, and threw out their tentacles and hit me. I was beaten so hard that I staggered back a few steps, and was about to fall into the rocks below, but finally stood firm. With a loud thunder, the ghost's screams mixed into the rain and the storm of the shore. However, the light after the thunder was not lightning.

It was my holy artillery cannon, and the light bullets emitted made the resentful spirit boil and evaporate into a black shadow.

It needs to be controlled and concentrated. I have to use every force in my body to fight against the black fog. And I can't stop. I can't stop for a moment in my life.

Each fire burned out a resentful spirit, and then a new emerged. I was very close to the village, and I could see the new resentful spirit standing up and running towards me.

Run towards the blessing light.

"Annabal, are you here?" I shouted. I met him only once, and that was when Urias took me to the Sentinel Conference. It was rare for sentries to hold rallys, but something disturbed Urias and had to call all the sentries. He did not tell me the details, but from the way they looked at me, I probably understood...

Their ignorance only aggravates the pain. They will try to pass through my armor, but in the end they find helplessness and compromise.

My firepower continued to break into the village. The resentful spirits were very fast and swept through the villages quickly. These buildings were almost as old as this island, and were carved with stubborn stones on the island. However, there was order in the chaos. Resentful spirits were circling in the sky. They longed for something. Not only life, not only soul, not only me...

"Annabal!" I shouted again, and the storm almost made me unable to hear my voice.

"Here! Come!" A horrified voice responded to me. It was a woman's voice... Then her light met me in the darkness.

He is Annabar's apprentice, Daowan.

There was a person lying down at her feet, and the two figures were surrounded by darkness. Annabal's holy stone broadsword emitted a dim light on her face. She was solemn and focused between her eyebrows, protecting the fallen mentor.

He had passed the spark to the next one...the holy stone was not left behind.

"We must leave here," the woman said tremblingly, "we must take the villagers away. I can still hear their voices. They must be them..." She paused and looked at the person at her feet, puzzled and painful. "I can still hear his voice..."

Although her finger joints were gone, she still held the hilt tightly. I took the Holy Stone Cannon behind me and gently wrapped it around her shoulder.

"We will get through it together," I said to her. Behind her, I saw the entrance to the village catacombs. The vengeful spirits gathered there. "We are all together." I briefly added.

No matter what Black Mist wants, it must be there.

The tomb was eroded by countless floods. As we left the village and walked underground, the storm was still proclaiming its strength, and the rain was flowing along the rock walls of the tomb. But if we were to drown deep in the ground, then what drowned us would not be the surge tide or the downpour of rain...

What drowned us would be the rolling and rushing black mist that engulfed our light with a viscous suffocating roar.

I could hear the screams of people from my hometown, and it was the first time I saw death when I was a child, and the screams of the black fog snatched away. I could hear my own echoes, and I could see Lucian's expression, and it was the first time that death saw me.

I was struck by the anger and fear of those who were waiting to die above my head. I couldn't understand the words they cried, but I couldn't know the pain in it.

The resentful spirit appeared from all directions of the tomb.

They were trapped in the hideousness of pain and were destined to create more pain. But no matter how heart-wrenching the screams of the living were, they could not soothe their own howls.

And no matter how hot my holy light is, the damage it causes to them is not as good as the pain that darkness brings after it re-emerges.

So, instead of firing, I hugged them before death.

My summons are irresistible. I can pull the black mist out of other evil substances and pull it into my body.

I felt death surge in, pushing away the illusion of the flesh. As the black fog was entangled with me, the souls left one by one.

All those who had been submerged here. For a moment, I felt like I saw Annabar...

There is only a vague shadow that hesitates, and it is a slowly awakening will.

It hovered for a moment, then turned to face me, where his eyes were, and his anger burned.

"No," I whispered through the curtain of death, and now I have become a ghostly phantom. "You have no choice but to speak.

You can only listen.”

I filled the black mist into the gun chamber. The pain and fear that gathered from the source turned into artillery fire and poured out, shooting towards where it deserved.

As darkness collides with darkness, the light in my body begins to flash.

Life doesn't want to let me go. I feel my body come back, and as the last fog leaves me, it pours into my chest in one breath. My legs are out of my way and I kneel on the ground.

"Did I miss something good?" A voice came from the depths of the passage.

"You know, the old thing." Although I was still gasping for effort, I still said calmly.

"The devastated king is searching for the tomb and wondering what is it?" Lucian asked.

"Absolutely." I replied. I looked up at Daowan, and her expression began to feel relieved.

The giant sword in her hand is still pointing at me.

There is a saying on the island in my hometown. "Only by taking away people's breath, can the strong wind speak."

In the hustle and roar of the black fog, I heard the dead talking.

And now I want to return the voice to them.

"Warner of the Soul Lock, I have heard from the people of the Jiaoyue Sect."

Aphelius developed a strong interest in Thresh, and he also learned in detail about the existence of Thresh.

Today's terrifying ghost Threstone was once just an ordinary person, but it was a bit troubled.

In that era that had long been forgotten by history, he was a humble guard, and his sect was dedicated to collecting and protecting arcane knowledge.

This sect was founded on Fuguang Island, which was shrouded in magical white mist at that time, and was peacefully hidden outside the world.

The elders of the Order ordered Thresh to take care of the secret warehouse underground in Hylia City for many years.

There are many dangerous magical objects sealed here with shackles.

Thresh was determined and skillful at that time, and was very suitable for this task...

Even at that time, his cruel tendency was noticed by the brothers of the Order.

Although he did not commit a real murder, or at least there was no relevant evidence, he was still kept away from him by most people.

Later he realized that the job he was given was to keep him away from others and to prevent him from getting the recognition he deserved.

Thresh became more and more angry and jealous as he patrolled the long corridor with his lanterns, only those abominable thoughts accompanied him.

His turning point came, and a crazy king managed to pass through the curtain of fog and uninvited to set foot on the coast of Fukugawa Island.

In secret, Thresh was delighted by the ensuing massacres.

The invading king was obsessed with resurrecting his queen, Thresh, happily took him to the legendary Water of Life.

Only members of the highest level in the Order are allowed to enter the ancient tombs where the holy water is hidden.

Now, with the king's soldiers supporting him, Thresh laughed loudly and watched the guardians of the sanctuary fall in a pool of blood.

He thought he finally got what he wanted.

The king put the dead wife's body into the water of life, and only those present knew what happened at that time.

However, the subsequent tremors affected the entire rune land.

The dark energy burst out with a catastrophic shock wave, engulfing Hynia and quickly swept across the entire Fukugawa Island. The white mist that once provided shelter here became dark and ferocious.

All the lives that were affected fell instantly, but their souls were unable to move forward and were trapped in a terrible state between life and death.

Thresh was the first to take his life away, but just as others wailed for their own destiny, he was reveling in this disaster.

He rose from this disaster, this ruined curse, and became a ghost spirit, seeking the pleasure of torture others, not afraid of revenge, nor worrying about mortal restrictions.

Over the following decades, his supernatural appearance gradually changed, becoming closer to the evil and cruelty that continued to brew in his heart.

What made Thresh laugh was that he realized that most souls trapped in the black fog only retained the fragments of their lives, even those most powerful invaders, even Hekarim and Lechus were no exception.

But his own strength continues to grow.

Thresh predated the souls that were inferior in his eyes because of simple malice, and his favorite prey was always the ones who were most painful under his injury.

No matter how strong their determination, endurance, or faith, he will defeat them as slowly as possible, understanding their fears and weaknesses a little bit, and playing with their prey until the end.

When their lives are torn apart, their lovers are taken away, their sense of purpose is completely lost, and their hopes are completely extinguished, and Threstone's hook lock will be retracted into his immortal palm.

Even so, death does not bring about merciful liberation, because those who are killed by him will be cut off from their souls and imprisoned in his curse lanterns, and are forced to witness his plunder forever.

Only one soul successfully escaped.

Senna, one of the "Sentinel of Light" he hated the most, faced Thresh against tit and died in a forgotten evil secret library.

For several years later, her grief-torn husband Lucian was chasing this cruel soul and became obsessed with it, almost completely swallowing herself up by sorrow and anger.
To be continued...