I have been having a nightmare. In the dream, the yellow-green evil fire is burning fiercely, and the scorching temperature makes the air ripple.
"Live...live!" The boy with silver hair said to me. Immediately, he was swept into the overwhelming fire, screaming and burned to ashes.
"Selin! Celin! No! Celin!"
With a start, I sat up from the pale bed.
With a sudden force, the wound on my back seemed to open again, and the pain was so severe that I fell back with a bang, "Oh..."
call--
The wind blew up the pale curtains, and bright sunlight took advantage of the gap.
I subconsciously covered my eyes, and the back of my hand felt wet and warm.
"Messiah?" Unexpectedly, a hoarse voice rang in my ear, and then a pair of eyes as blue as the sky blocked my sight, "You...are you having a nightmare?"
"...Darian?" I took a few hard breaths and wiped my cheeks, "Why are you still here? Don't tell me that you stayed in my room all night."
"Uh..." He blushed slightly and turned towards the wooden table beside the bed, "...Miss Partrice is a little tired, so I... uh, took her place."
His target was the shiny copper kettle on the wooden table. When the water poured out, there was a clear splashing sound.
"I've been in the cathedral for five or six days, Dalien," I said, looking sideways at the hair blowing in the breeze on his shoulders, "They asked me at least three times about what happened at that time, and even once It directly scanned my memory...Okay, although, that's because I lost control of my emotions...but I still feel like a prisoner..."
"How can you be a prisoner? Messiah? You are the hero of Lordaeron."
"Then did they tell you when I could leave?"
That sentence made his hand pause slightly, "Your injuries haven't fully healed yet." After saying that, he put down the kettle, walked over, carefully lifted me up, and stuffed a bottle behind my back. Incredibly soft pillows. After doing that, he put the cup into my hand and said, "Drink it, Messiah."
The water in the cup was rippled in circles, just like the hell in my dream. In that hell, as pale as a ghost, I struggled to catch the boy in front of me, but only a few of his ashes remained on my fingertips.
Selin!
I felt as if I had fallen into a terrible nightmare again, and my breathing became heavy involuntarily.
"Messiah." Unexpectedly, a pair of hands covered the cup, with distinct joints.
Clang--
The cup fell from my hand and the water spilled all over the floor.
I grabbed my hair hard and gritted my teeth. God knows how much strength I used to suppress my first cry.
"Messiah, Messiah." Dallion held my hands worriedly. In his palms, there was a gentle holy light burning. It slowly erased the fear and pain rising in my heart. Then, he looked at me up and down again, and suddenly recited a mantra silently, and then he put his fingertips shining with holy light on my neck.
"hiss---"
"This wound... I'd better wait until Master Fa'ao comes back to take a look at it. The toxin inside is very stubborn..."
"Forget it." I pushed his arm away quietly, and he sat sideways on the edge of my bed, staring at me without saying a word. His eyes were clear and dark, which made me feel a strange kind of irritability, and the irritability was mixed with a sourness that made me want to cry. I immediately looked away, "Don't look at me like that, Dallion." That. For a moment, I felt that my voice was a little hoarse.
"Messiah, he's gone."
That sentence suddenly choked my breath in my throat. I couldn't hold it back and really cried, "You bastard..." I grabbed his shirt and almost roared angrily. , "At this time, you say such things to me?!"
"If you want to avenge him, you have to get better soon."
That sentence made my hands freeze.
Raising his hand, he gently placed his warm palm on my hair, "You must be strong, you can't cry like this every day anymore."
My emotions were completely out of control, from sobbing softly to crying loudly, "I watched him die in front of my eyes! I watched helplessly! It was all to save me! It must have been that magic that killed him!"
"It's not your fault, Messiah." He hugged me gently, his warm palm against my back, like the temperature of holy light blowing along my spine and into every inch of my nerves. A cell said, "Promise me, this is the last time you cry for him. There are still many things you want to do, right? You can't stop here."
I couldn't control my tears and could only let them make his clothes wet.
"Really...is there really no way to get him back? Dallion? I am willing to pay any price, even..."
"Messiah, he's gone. There, in that basement, I didn't feel the vibrations of his soul."
"So, where's Drew?! Where's Faith?! Where's Sue?!" At the end of the sentence, I gritted my teeth viciously.
"That monster? He has been taken over by the Imperial City with full authority. Faith has been imprisoned by the patrol team, and Su... we didn't find him. Hiss---Messiah, you have to be merciful, I The injury on my shoulder hasn’t healed yet.”
