"In the mortal world, cultural differences and conflicts often lead to changes, and change is exactly what the elven forces fear - change that is uncontrollable and deviates from the origin." - Ogrithor, Tahrit, Sai Yinke Order
Ariti paced around the room anxiously, with a trace of uneasiness on her beautiful face. Perhaps she was proud, dissolute, and vicious. Like a black widow, she likes to hide in the dark and spray deadly venom at her enemies. But it is undeniable that she is the most beautiful woman in the frontier fortress.
Through the windows of the family's towering villa, Aliti could see that the mountain peak where the Dibella Temple was originally located had long since disappeared, and the chaos in the city could be clearly heard even in the heavily guarded Silver Blood family's villa.
She listened for a while, and there was silence outside the door. Aliti carefully opened the door, covered her face with her cloak, walked quietly through the dim corridors and long stairs, followed a secret passage unknown to the servants, and left the residence of the Silver Blood Family. .
At this time, Markas was full of frightened people. The guards were almost beating and beating the people on the street with their weapons, fists and kicks, driving them away and forcing everyone to return home. But believers fell to their knees, prayed to the Holy Spirit and asked for forgiveness. They didn't know what happened, but when the majestic divine power descended from the sky directly destroyed the mountain peak where the temple that was originally dedicated to the Holy Spirit of Creation was located, the whole city seemed to be swept by a hurricane, and people were instantly terrified. .
The malicious gangsters took the opportunity to spread terrible rumors. They laughed loudly and broke into innocent people's homes and shops with ferocious faces. They committed arson, robbery, and murder everywhere. The entire business district and slums fell into chaos and turmoil. Among them, only the mansions of dignitaries can guarantee a little peace for the time being.
Along the way, Aliti dodged many heavily armed guards and fleeing people. She tiptoed carefully to avoid the stagnant water and mud in the alley, but there was always some terrible "thing" that painted the hem of her cloak in a disgusting color, but even so, she remained steadfast. Go to the destination.
Finally, after turning a corner, the familiar yellow pointed roof of the Silver Blood Inn appeared in her sight. She hid warily in the shadows around the corner, looking at the hotel. But unfortunately, the lights in the hotel were bright, and the noise inside even reached here. But what made Aliti hesitate was that there were no guards guarding the place.
This makes the Silver-Blooded Daughter wonder, haven't the 'Moles' taken action yet?
Just as Eliti Silverblood was hesitating, she suddenly saw the farmer's son who had been accompanying the charming outsider during the day sticking his head out of the hotel. He looked around cautiously. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he ran out of the hotel.
"Miss Aliti..." Little Luogatus said with a shy face.
The silver-blooded girl deliberately exposed half of her face and pretended to be anxious. Her big eyes were full of heartbreaking worry. She held the farmer's son's hand and asked worriedly: "Are you... are everyone okay? ? There was sudden chaos in the city, and I was very worried..."
Little Logatus' face was almost as red as an apple, and he stammered in reply: "I'm fine... I mean, everyone is safe. Mr. Cleber asked Boy and Orava to guard the front and back doors. …”
Aliti listened to little Logatus pouring out everything that happened in the hotel, her pretty face flushed slightly, as if she was surprised by his story. This made the farmer's son even more excited. His eyes involuntarily fell on the hand held by the silver-blooded daughter, and his heart beat very fast.
"Great, everyone is safe and sound." The Silver-Blooded Girl let go of Little Luogatus's hand and patted her chest gently, tears even filling her eyes, "Then he, I mean, your companion ..." Aliti looked shy, "Is he okay too?"
Little Logatus suddenly felt an uncontrollable jealousy, especially when he saw the girl in front of him, who was as beautiful as a gorgeous butterfly, looking at him with a tearful look. The simple farmer's son only felt a sense of depression. The anger rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, "You said Turka... Sir?" He said in a muffled voice: "He is fine."
Eliti Silverblood's eyes were bright and clean under the moonlight and starlight. She blinked, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of her mouth.
…,…
As mentioned before, Yin Slaan, Turka, and the poor Mr. Assassin discovered the mark of the Lord of Slavery and Domination in that strange abandoned old house.
"Shul! This is so ominous! This is the mark of the Father of Vampires! We should leave!" Looking at the magic mark that glowed with an ominous red light, Nargis hissed and backed away.
Turka glanced at him, seeming to be mocking, do you also believe in Songard? But more often than not, he was thinking that nothing about what happened tonight was right, and it always felt like he was caught up in some kind of plot again.
Markas, the abandoned shabby house, could it be...no, the timeline doesn't match...
"I don't know why you are here," Yin Silan turned around and said seriously: "If you can, I ask you again, leave! Leave forever! Don't come back again! This is our battle, not yours. "
"But this thing does bring us together," Turka said. He could feel that as the magic swordsman recklessly detected the mark of a certain Lord of Annihilation, a strange power enveloped this dilapidated abandoned house. . This power is now evil and so filthy. It is not the origin of this plane, but comes from a deeper plane. "Whether we want it or not," he said.
"What?" Yin Silan looked surprised. But at this moment, the ascetic's expression turned pale. After a long time, everyone said that it was Standal who was looking through his eyes. The power of the Holy Spirit emerged in his heart, and he shouted: "No , he’s coming, he’s here.”
"Weak, they are weak, you are strong, kill them, smash their bones, pull out their skin! Please me! Obey me! I will give you power!" A terrifying voice rang in everyone's ears. , this sound is like a mourning crow or a dying goat screaming, sharp and hoarse, but full of powerful temptation. It is the desire in your heart, the deepest darkness in your heart, the fall, the killing, the shadow of falling into darkness.
Almost at the same time, the followers of Standal became frightened and uneasy, "Don't listen to its voice, it is tempting us!" The ascetic monk tightened the amulet hanging around his neck and called loudly to the Lord of Mercy. of asylum.
"Kill them! Otherwise you will die!" The voice became furious, the terrifying shadow suddenly erupted, and the ball of light on the ascetic monk's head flashed a few times and disappeared.
"May Standal have mercy! This is not an ordinary demon clan, we need support!" The detection spell in the magic swordsman's hand dissipated invisible, and he yelled dripping with sweat.
The others looked at Yin Silan.
The Red Guards only felt that they were deeply trapped in the quagmire. The shadow was like a storm, rolling and squeezing wantonly in the small space. Among the pots, pans, wooden barrels, tables and chairs in the house, Humanoid things were flying up and down like rags in front of this terrifying force, like hell. He struggled against this terrifying power. Under this power, Standal's brilliance was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.
"No, Ms. Webweaver! I believe in you, and I beg you to protect me from being swallowed up by the Lord of Slavery and Domination!" The assassin turned around and ran away, his legs shaking like chaff, and his one eye filled with deep fear.
Turka glanced at him but didn't stop him. He shook his head. Appearing surprised and heavy-hearted. The power behind this voice is the most terrifying since his rebirth and time travel. Even the Dark Lord Sauron is not as cold and terrifying as this voice.
But Turka Aracano was proud. Although he never said it, what the Silver King did in Middle-earth did make him full of legend. Among the many legends of Arda, his deeds are the most Shocking. Moreover, there is a power burning in his soul. It originates from his world, and through the blessing of Yin Luweita, it appears to be arrogant, radiant, and magical.
Therefore, the Dragonborn from another dimension was very angry. His voice was like thunder, making this weird broken house tremble. "Shut up," he said.
The other party seemed surprised, and the originally frenzied storm couldn't help but stagnate. But soon, the voice became more violent and terrifying. "Kill them! Crush them! Either you die or they die! Choose! Choose!" Things in the room were flying around, making loud banging sounds, and the huge terror was pressing on everyone's heart like a substance. Above the soul.
"We..." The Breton man opened his mouth, his eyes a little wandering. "I don't want to... no..."
"Can't listen to it!" Yin Silan shouted.
The Demon Swordsman covered his head in pain and was speechless. The female Nord, Solini Yurad, looked pale and almost wanted to vomit. She was holding on to the wall tremblingly, almost falling down.
Turka heard a scream. It's an assassin on the run.
"We must leave." Ascetic Dulan's voice was full of fear, "This is... this is..."
Turka also felt dazed and frightened. But a ball of flame suddenly erupted from his soul. It was as bright as the booming Doomsday volcano, and as violent as the raging Beleghel Sea! This flame is the secret fire in Yiya, the source of life beyond the firstborn children (elves) and the secondborn children (human beings)! It is the shackles of an older plane!
It is hidden in Turka's soul, just as Yinluvita carved it and blessed it, so that it became vibrant, tough and clear; it is the crystallization of two worlds, unless there are two creations The brilliance of the movement changes from high to low until it finally dies, otherwise it will remain forever!
Turka could not control this flame because he could not yet understand its greatness. But he is indeed on the way forward. His consciousness uncontrollably became divergent and violent under the blessing of this blazing flame. His eyes flashed, and his soul broke away from the shackles of his body and touched a wider world.
The world became transparent and colorful before his eyes. Matter decomposed in front of him, turned into nothingness, and then reorganized, turning into mountains, forests, rivers, and various minerals buried deep underground that he could understand! This process is not static. Sometimes the mountains will turn into vast oceans with waves; sometimes the rivers will degrade, and the vitality of the earth will grow flowers of life, until they turn into magnificent and vast forests; and Sometimes the minerals melt and are engulfed in flames, forming new mountains.
Everything starts over and over again, the cycle continues.
He seemed to see lightning falling from the clear sky, making a crisp crackling sound, and the strong light stung his eyes; the earth began to shake, spreading outward like ripples, and waves of earth and rocks were lifted up; the flames rose and The wind rose from his voice, roaring and erupting with his voice, breaking into ice; the hurricane wrapped the ice and froze the fire. .
At first he didn't understand what it was, until a voice sounded in his heart.
No - that is the magnificent light of life formed by the convergence of countless voices.
look! This is the origin of life! said the voice.
No! This is the collapse of the world! said another voice.
Hug us! Beyond us! We are one! Said countless voices.
But in the end, these voices converge into one magnificent theme!
arrival! return! cycle!
Finally! eternal!
said a holy voice.
As a result, Turka immediately understood that this was the birth and destruction of the world, a creation movement created by the intersection, weaving, and mutual influence of the two original divine powers, Anu and the transformational Padome! It has gone through countless years and been beaten by various forces until it transformed into the world they know. But its origins have remained unchanged.
Under this grand theme, the earth was the first to be fixed with virtue, because without the earth, the world would cease to exist. This is why Lockhan, who represents the earth (space), became the original spirit of creation. fundamental in it. Regarding Lorkhan, there are many specious definitions in mortal legends, but what is certain is that no matter which legend it is, this demon god who is Padome (Deidra) but created the world (Indra) They are all gods (devils) that cannot be avoided.
Along with the appearance of the earth, the sky also appeared - due to the collision and influence of the two, heat (fire), wind, and mountains were born! The intertwining of fire and wind gave birth to the ocean.
So, gradually, the world took shape.
But at this time, the world is still unstable, because there are no elements other than matter in the original theme, and life and more creation elements are still being created and conceived by the original spirits.
However, at this time, something unexpected happened.
