After returning from the mist trail, it began to dream.
Sleep, that is not necessary for it. For a long time, it sat above the strong wind in the cave, listening to the roar of the dragon as its only pastime. If even this little pleasure of sound is shut out of consciousness, it doesn't know what else to do. In a deathlike sleep, there is no free thinking when awake, and it cannot go anywhere it wants to go. It could only lie motionless in the darkness, like a lifeless stone. It is rarely willing to do that, but instead opens its eyes wide in the dark and calls on all its available senses.
But now it starts to dream. A dream full of colors, it sits on a flying dragon and rushes out of the abyss, falling into the waves of clouds and mist. There is no king or mission in the dream. It just flies as it pleases, passing by every peak covered with green branches. The dream was so sweet that it soon woke up due to restlessness and found that the tip of the spear had been resting on the rock for a long time.
It continued to sharpen its weapons and went to see its flying dragon. Stoneborn was as stubborn and violent as usual, and it could only catch bone-eating beetles from the bottom of the abyss to feed. The other dragons were all calm and obeyed its instructions obediently. When it reached out and touched Lisrelo's lapis lazuli chin scales, the little sister of the quadruplets blinked her huge eyes and slowly revealed A look of joy. That's surprising, because Feilong rarely expresses emotions. The blood of most flying dragons is as cold as spring water, and the heart is covered with a hard leather shell similar to scales. They can remain as quiet as dead animals for long periods of time, only becoming restless when they are eager to hunt.
Now it feels something more. These are all reflected in its dreams. At first, the content reflected in the dream was very faithful, with only fragments of memories of its past travels. Then it became cunning, adding many things it had never done: it dreamed that it was a child in a village, with many other children. Playing a game, it doesn't know the rules of the game, it just runs around, shouting "Haha! Haha! Got it!", and then chases one of the children in black; and Once, it was attending a wedding and was asked to make the most beautiful garland for the bride, so it climbed up an extremely huge flower tree and climbed all night before reaching the branch full of silk flowers. That was too much trouble. It had already heard the guests singing and was afraid of missing the wedding, so it jumped down from the branch in a hurry and woke up before it reached the bottom.
These dreams were things it had never done or imagined. But now they come uninvited, mixed in with the wind whispering or shouting at it. It was confused for a long time, and finally discovered that the scenes in the dream came from the golden door carvings left by Allendon in the upper palace. Arenden engraved the past of the gods on it, and there are also many chapters describing mortal life. Before it leaves the abyss, these carvings are its knowledge of the world. But it wasn't dreaming at that time, because after all, they were just pieces of beautiful and brilliant metal plates.
Its dreams are becoming more and more confusing, and it is gradually difficult to distinguish the source. From deep slumbers to short respite, as soon as its mind escapes from the windy darkness, the color of the dream rises like a tide. Under the sea, in the sky, under the soil and dead leaves, it dreams of the corners of every season. The worm chews rotting grass and fallen leaves under the mud of heavy rain, as if it is hiding deep underground, pondering every dream in a dead and silent country. In dreams it is all kinds of things, and sometimes it is nothing. Veroo. The name the king gave it always remains in the dream.
Before being summoned by the king, it had a particularly strange dream. In the dream, it was running along the foggy and foggy path, next to a fire-breathing iron boat. Thousands of iron hooks hung from the bottom of the boat, and huge gray-fin fish like sky whales were hung on the hooks. It has become a fish itself, but it is a spotted bream, with side fins as wide as bird wings, flying among the mist and clouds. It flew to the throne of the past and saw that the king was constantly fabricating everything.
This time it's not a shadow. It saw the golden king, like a golden statue illuminated by firelight, clad in Hema's robes made of dragon scales, sky whale skin, phoenix feathers, jeweled tree branches and insect sinews. The upper part of the robe was as crimson as blood, dyed by Hema with giant insects from the depths of the ice ocean. The giant worms were not created by the king, but hatched from the ashes of Hellfire. They are huge, stupid and greedy, and they spend their days gnawing at the muddy bed of the seabed. The king believed that they would eventually penetrate the world and cause the hellfire under the ashes to come up, so he ordered his three children to eradicate the giant insects from the sea.
Its three older siblings were ordered to go, and it took fifteen winters to complete. The fragments of undecomposed insect corpses piled up on the iceberg were higher than any king's palace in the world. What an amazing feat that is! The fire god Enton wanted to burn them into a mountain of ash, but Hema found that the insect blood soaked in the ice ocean had a beautiful color. She obtained a mountain of spices and antiseptic herbs, mixed them with insect blood, and soaked the finished robe in the fuel. She melted the fine gold from the mountain, as well as amber and her own hair, and embroidered the bottom of her crimson robe with gold threads to form words praising Asa, which looked like radiating light. This robe could cover an entire mortal town, never rot or fall apart, and could only be worn by a king. Every time it walked into the long hall with endless columns, it could see the king wearing this robe. The king in the gallery is old and tired, but his robes are still bright and brilliant, and the crimson color is gorgeous. All the flowers, all the blood and all the fire it saw in the world, as well as the lips of children and the reflection of hellfire, were not so thrillingly red. The giant worm that devours the world has such a beautiful red color!
The pleated edges of the red robe are dotted with gem tree branches, which are shining brightly; the corners are rolled with phoenix and eagle feathers, which are brilliant and colorful. The king in the gallery wore it like a giant tree in bloom. The flowers and leaves are all beautiful, but the trunk is old and decayed. But the king in the dream looked very young, majestic and energetic, and the red robe was just a small part of his outfit. The master of the dream hovered in the mist, flying around the shoulders of its young father. It heard the king's laughter again, and his voice rumbled like thunder.
"It would be better if this never ended!" it heard the young king say.
That's when it woke up. The sound of the wind echoed with the interweaving music of the golden bells. It was the king in the corridor who was calling it forward. It climbed up quietly from the darkness, only to find that its cheeks were moist. It was extremely surprised. What does this mean? On the way to the corridor, he was still thinking.
It felt that it must be related to the dream it had. What a pity the king left his dream of creation in a place full of fog and shadows. But can the dream be taken out from there and returned to its original owner? It did not dare to ask the king, because the king only woke up slightly from his sleep and looked more tired than before. He asked it about the progress of the Far North Pillar, agreeing with its judgment of the timing. While doing all this, it sat on the palm of the king's hand.
"Vero, you must hurry," said the king. "By the time you destroy the last pillar, you will need all the other Lights of Creation. Then it will be over. There will be no more worries about Hellfire on earth."
"Yes." it said. At this time, it thought of its dream and felt uneasy in its heart. The king fell into sleep again, and it walked back quietly, thinking for the first time how the king created the world. It's not difficult at all. The creation of the world was something the king had done long ago, but at that time the light in the nine earthly pillars had not been separated from the king. Now he must take back these lights to be able to resist the hellfire - but Is the current king also aging? Can the light of creation bring him back to youth? How does he cause the dead to return? It had never thought about this before, because the power of the king was far above everything else.
However, a little voice like the breeze said that the old man was an exception. He is not in the power of the king. That foggy path is not even mentioned once in Allendon's sculptures. But if the king wants to make everything return to the way it was before, how can he not take back the dream he lost in the gray mist path?
It started to worry about it. In the darkness, in dreams, worries and confusion gnaw at its tranquility, the whale's singing season comes to an end, and it flies out of the abyss with Mulakakun. It first went to Mulun'en's willow forest, and sure enough, it saw the old man there again.
