Located in the west of the Arda world, in a remote palace in the blessed place.

Gray mist like clouds rippled in front of the front, and a group of female elves lowered their heads to concentrate on their work, looking up at the obscure and deep clouds from time to time, as if they could see something clearly from it.

Located at the front of the palace here, a woman with a silver-haired and gray skirt was the same.

In front of her was a piece of brocade stretched on an ancient textile machine. As the woman continued to move, the paintings on the brocade gradually formed.

The clouds in the painting are surging and the environment is dim. An old man with white beard collapses weakly at the entrance of the deep cave, while a young elf is half kneeling beside him, holding his hand.

Dark clouds, demon caves, sadness, death...

The colorful colors accompanied by the woman's exquisite craftsmanship make this brocade painting look fresh and vivid and lifelike.

However, the deep sadness was revealed.

When the last corner of the painting was weaved, the silver-haired woman stopped her hand and then put down the tool in her hand: "His Royale Vary, can Eor be summoned by Lord Namu?"

"I can't guess the belonging of the soul, but Eor's heart has long fallen into darkness..." A quiet voice quietly sounded from the heart.

The silver-haired woman lowered her head and looked sad when she heard this.

"Are you sad?"

"I just thought of my family, and that Canar is so similar to my son," she said in a low voice.

Fei'ano lost her mother after she was born. And that Canier was also separated from his relatives not long after she was born.

After working hard to find my father, I faced separation from life and death.

This seems to coincide with the experience she faces.

After a long confusion in the soul hall, she chose to resurrection, but her son had already fallen on the land in the east and could never be reborn due to the many sins he committed...

"We weave stories about the world, but we can only be a spectator. This sometimes allows me to see many problems clearly, but also brings a lot of trouble..."

The emotions contained in the faint sigh are very complicated.

The quiet voice in her heart did not reply to her, and it seemed that there was nothing to say.

But in fact, she is actually focusing on another place.

The discussion on the belonging of Eor's soul is also staged in another place.

In the vast hall full of paintings and brocades, there are grey fog after grey as if clouds are descending on the surface, and there are hazy figures after hazy figures in the fog.

Most of them looked silent, and only their eyes flashed from time to time when they looked into the depths of the gray fog.

A blue-haired man was walking side by side with a gray-haired man at this time, and the hazy existence around him avoided him.

It seems that the two of them are very calm, but their verbal confrontation is quietly unfolding.

"Why do my brother, as the controller of the soul, claim to be unable to help?"

"I cannot summon the souls that fall into darkness to come here, it is beyond my rights." The gray-haired man beside him replied faintly.

"Eior can't even make that credit?"

"His real purpose is to help Kaner improve his prestige, not to be from the kindness in his heart. This is also a proof of his depravity."

"So, can't you or don't want to?" the blue-haired man continued to ask.

After a brief silence, the gray-haired man turned his head and looked at his nominal brother.

"You seem to care about Nakaner?"

"Who is Villa not paying attention to that little guy now?"

"No," Gray hair smiled faintly, her dark eyes deep and mysterious, "but we only chose to wait and see, and you got off the scene in person."

"I don't understand what my brother is saying, come on stage?"

"Your quibble is powerless, and everything in this world cannot be hidden from my eyes."

The gray-haired man said expressionlessly: "You not only went to talk to him, but also tried your best to promote the union between the daughter of Meian and Caner. Do you think I didn't see it?"

"I just think they are very compatible, and it would be a pity not to make a pair." The blue-haired man admitted this matter simply and indirectly.

"That's how you think?"

"...Well, I'm very dissatisfied with what was supposed to happen." The blue-haired man said, "Just like you ordered Mian to marry Singer without Esti's consent."

In ancient times, when Queen Meian of Dorias was in a blessed land, she served Ilmu's wife Esti, and she also lived in the gardens of Ilmu for many years.

"So when Mianne asked you to make the case for her daughter and Canier, you agreed so simply?"

Namu, who is in charge of the soul and the judgment of fate among Vera, is still cold, but there is a kind of questioning emotion in it.

"Do you know that your actions have ruined some things that were established by the Great Movement?"

Blue-haired Irmu was quiet for a moment when he heard this, and then said as if nothing had happened: "What's the matter? The established fate has been destroyed so badly. I'm not much more... As the announcer of fate, my brother can no longer see the future direction, right?"

The dialogue thus fell into a longer silence.

Finally, the gray-haired man said, "I just hope that you want to help them because of your good thoughts, not because of your own thoughts. Remember that Arda's fate is as determined by himself. If He pursues this, then no destruction will end up well."

These words made the blue-haired man look complicated.

"You are in charge of the dream, but don't dream all day long. Alda can't achieve the true perfection you expected, so things will always deviate from what we hope-"

The cold voice suddenly paused, and Ilmu was quite surprised when he was listening. Looking at him, he found that his always calm brother was now looking at the surging gray fog in front of him and smiling bitterly.

"What happened again?"

"You go and ask Aoli!"

...

The gloomy and dark sky was still the same, but the trembling of the three volcanoes behind me was brewing for a long time, but it seemed to have stopped the fire and quietly returned to peace.

But whether this kind of peace is truly calm or storm is coming, it is hard to say.

A fierce fire gas wrapped the dead body tightly. A cold wind spread around it with the heat of the flames, causing the surging fire to sway.

Lucien was still sleeping beside her, without any sign of awakening.

Charles stood before the fire, until the last ray of flame was extinguished, and then walked forward, wrapped the charred wreckage in his cloak he took off and hung it on his waist. Then he turned around and carried Lucien and rushed towards the south.

This man has passed away, and sadness is entangled in his heart, but the most important thing at this time is not to be sad.

The most important thing now is to stay away from the foot of this volcano, arrive at a safe place, and then carefully sort out your experience.

"Fortunately, the soul of this world cannot be completely destroyed, so I still have the opportunity to resurrect him."

He murmured and comforted himself, and after seeing a group of elves cavalry in the south of the grassland coming to pick him up, he paused.

After taking a last look at the uneven mountains and the towering volcano at the end, he secretly decided that no matter how long he would have to find a way and then resurrect Eor.

However, as he thought about this, he suddenly noticed something abnormal in his hand.
Chapter completed!