It was as if yesterday had reappeared. The deepest nightmare in the dream was an abyss that she would rather die than return to.
But at this moment, it was displayed in front of her.
Pain had once intertwined in the heart of the young princess. Even after decades of calming down, in the heart of the old queen, it was difficult to heal.
There was only one monotonous color in the boundless gray field. The air was cold and pungent, and gray snow was falling from the sky. But when it fell on her hand, she realized that it was a thin layer of dust.
The boundless gray dust fell from the sky and landed on the ground, covering everything. The thick dust was knee-deep.
There were some trees in the distance. They were also gray, but before they could get close, they had already turned into ashes. This monotonous color outlined the outline of this world. The surroundings were empty. There was neither sound nor vitality.
The Silver Queen walked forward absent-mindedly, one step deep and one step shallow. Like a puppet, she trudged along the endless plain. There was only emptiness in her eyes. She had long known what she would see, but she could not stop herself from moving forward.
Occasionally, there was a rumbling sound above the thick and heavy dark clouds. A blood-red lightning flashed through the clouds and zigzagged into the distance along the clouds, lighting up the undulating mountains in the distance.
This was the only evidence of the passage of time in this world.
She did not know how long she had walked. The world was forever empty until she saw the shadows of some tall hills. There were some corpses of giant beasts. Some were like giants, some were like dragons. Their surfaces were covered in thick dust and they were motionless.
Some might still be in the same state as when they were alive. It was as if they had experienced a tragic disaster, freezing the last moment of their lives at the end of time. But they had long been silent.
A mountain appeared in front of her.
It lay there quietly …
It was like a giant dragon. Its whole body was made of cold metal, but the surface of the metal was transparent and shining. It was covered with a crystal grid.
She shivered slightly.
But she still could not stop her hand from gently touching it.
It was cold to the touch. There was no organic matter on the surface, but the giant body responded with a gloomy aura of death and suffocating sadness. Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably. She let out a whimper like an injured beast.
The dragon's head was lying flat on the ground quietly with its eyes closed. Two of its three pairs of horns were broken, and its wings were drooping down, covering an area of a hundred miles.
There were no sounds or words to describe this scene, but the Silver Queen knew from the first moment that it was dead.
He was like a god who had entered his twilight and was in eternal slumber.
She was so sad that she couldn't restrain herself. It was as if a sharp blade had stabbed into her heart. She couldn't help but cry out loud.
Sixty years ago, she was here crying like a helpless child.
Because all hope was lost.
The name of this dragon was Bahamut.
It was the king of all dragons, the Platinum Dragon God, the symbol of courage and hope for mankind. It had protected Wohnde for tens of thousands of years.
But it was dead.
Without a sound.
With tears and wounds, the Silver Queen finally stopped crying. She bit her lower lip coldly and walked around the mountain of corpses and the huge head of the dragon.
She silently walked along Bahamut's cold chin, and then a tragic and desperate doomsday unfolded in front of her without any warning.
She shivered and tried hard to stop herself from looking at this scene.
The deepest fear in her heart rose. She gasped and couldn't help but lean on Bahamut's body.
It was a battlefield.
Hundreds of millions of corpses were scattered in it. Huge clusters of crystals, dying dragons, heroic human Knights, the bones of griffins, giant insects, elves, dwarves, each maintained the last posture of their lives and stood quietly on this battlefield.
It was quiet and cold as before.
Then she saw the Dragon of War, Tiamat, Crystals and Alphonse, Cang Lan, and many other gods.
They were all dead.
These great beings had disappeared with the whole world.
In the gray and lifeless air, the elements floated wildly, like a bunch of dispersing electric currents, struggling in the wilderness. The laws that bound them had long disappeared.
The foundation that civilization and order relied on to maintain was gone.
She walked forward numbly until a Knight came into her sight.
In the middle of the corpses of the four Elemental Kings, the Knight stood proudly with a spear in her hand. The green spear in her hand was like an emerald, lighting up the only bright color in this world.
But the spear was broken in half, and the Knight's heartbeat had been silent for a long time.
She had also passed away.
That young and immature face was full of serenity and determination, but it deeply pierced the Silver Queen's heart. It was exactly the same as when she knelt in front of this Knight sixty years ago.
There was only endless sorrow in her heart. No matter how she struggled, she could not change history in the end.
The world was still the same as what she saw sixty years ago, sliding into the same trajectory.
She had failed.
She was too weak to do anything.
She suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.
She thought she had seen everything clearly, but in the end, she was still too stupid.
It turned out that this was the sorrow of the mortal world. At the moment when the curtain fell, no one could break free. They were like puppets on the stage, and their fate was never in their own hands.
She looked in front of her silently.
That was the end of the world. A lonely cliff stood in the void, and flashes of lightning intertwined in the sea of chaos. The elements were falling apart, and the cornerstones of the world fell off piece by piece, collapsing into the billowing clouds.
A long whimper came from the chaos, resounding through the sky. A giant beast was cruising in it. Its back cut through the void, like a towering mountain range. The Silver Queen stared blankly at this terrible creature as it turned its body over, and its giant fins almost swept the world.
That was Leviathan, a giant beast that was born in the chaos.
"Lord Martha … Why?" The Silver Queen suddenly murmured.
"At the end of time, this is the inevitable end of our world. I'm sorry, my people." A gentle voice stroked her heart.
"But … I've tried my best to change it, why …"
"Because the price is too heavy for us. We put our hope in the hands of the Black Iron People. We don't have the power to do it again —"
"But I tried to correct that mistake!"
"If you could …"
"No, I've already failed." She shook her head in pain, "Lord Martha, I'm sorry. The mortals stole your authority, but I can't return it to your hands …"
"The mortals stole my authority, but you might be able to choose another path for our world."
"But I've already failed …"
She suddenly froze.
She spoke with a trembling voice, "Lord Martha?"
"The mortals stole my authority, but you might be able to choose another path for our world."
The gentle voice repeated.
"The mortals stole my authority, but you might be able to choose another path for our world."
"The mortals stole my authority, but you might be able to choose another path for our world."
The Silver Queen seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her face quickly lost all color. She trembled and stepped back, and then she bumped into a soft human body.
She turned around abruptly and saw the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn in front of her.
"You haven't failed, Your Majesty." The latter's voice was unusually gentle, and it overlapped with the former's voice.
Gwendolyn looked down at her with a slight smile on her face.
The Silver Queen opened her mouth, and there was deep fear in her silver eyes.
"Why?"
The latter stretched out her hands and gently cupped her face, and smiled gently at her, "You are so innocent and kind. Your heart is pure and flawless. Your Highness, no one is more suitable than you to carry that will."
Gwendolyn lowered her head and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Good night, my baby."
The Silver Queen's eyes lost focus, and there was only endless regret left in her heart.
Darkness spread in her field of vision.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty —!"
"Your Majesty, what's wrong!"
The entire White Rose Garden was in an uproar. Everyone immediately noticed the abnormality in the Silver Queen, and the order among the nobles seemed to be in an instant. Everyone rushed to the center of the garden in a panic.
Under everyone's gaze, the Silver Queen fell to the ground, face up.
She looked at the sky in a daze, and blood gushed out from her eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth. Her eyes were empty, and there was the sorrow of a dying person.
Until a person slowly walked out from the crowd and came to the side of the supreme of the Empire.
At that moment, everyone fell silent and involuntarily made way for this person.
"Your Majesty!"
The Silver Queen recognized this voice. When she was a young girl, this voice used to be one of the most authoritative voices in the court. It was unquestionable, and it made people feel at ease.
More importantly, it was the only memory she had with her father — Grantotilla the Great.
It was the Empire 60 years ago, glorious and warm.
The Empire of that era had two voices, as if as long as the owners of these two voices still existed in the Empire, the country would continue to be stable and strong.
"Lord … Nidevan."
At that moment, Her Majesty remembered a lot. She even recalled the past in St. Cantippi Palace, the memories of every learning under the supervision of various strict teachers. The history of the Empire, the glory of the royal family, the faith of the people, were all engraved in her heart.
The Queen, who was like a young girl, smiled slightly, but she was so weak that she could barely show such an expression.
"I was wrong … I'm sorry, I failed to live up to my father's expectations."
Old Nidevan pursed his lips, and he couldn't say a word.
He witnessed the growth of the princess with his own eyes, and watched her become the pride of the Empire. She was the most outstanding princess of Cruz, and the most glorious and proud princess in the eyes of countless people.
He then watched her ascend to the throne and watched the empire prosper under her rule. Suddenly, when he looked back, the gentle and smart princess seemed to still exist in his memory of yesterday.
She was sitting next to an arched window in St. Cantippi Palace. The bright afternoon sun passed through the floating dust and quietly fell on her knees.
Her eyes were bright and clear, and she carefully listened to the detailed and trivial history and knowledge.
"Teacher, I hope that the Four Holy Cathedrals can return to the era of glory. In the distant future, we will open up a wider territory —"
"Perhaps the civil war between civilizations will be eliminated because of this. I have to prove that what the Four Sages did back then was correct —"
"One day, once we succeed, people will no longer be confused."
Old Nidevan suddenly felt that there was someone beside him. He turned around and found that it was the Great Holy See Valla. The old man's expression was equally serious. Only then did he remember that the princess was once his student.
The Silver Queen quieted down.
It was as if she felt Valla's presence.
But she didn't speak.
She only listened carefully to the wind that belonged to this era.
For her, perhaps this was the last time.
After a long time, she spoke in a weak voice.
"… I have something to say to Count Tónigel."
Old Nidevan and Valla turned around at the same time and looked at Brando in the Garden of White Roses. The latter was comforting Scarlet, and could not help but frown when he felt the two's gaze.
In his opinion, the Silver Queen deserved it. Besides, he was not willing to get into trouble at this time. But at this moment, he saw the pleading in the eyes of the two old men.
The old prime minister was fine, but Valla had helped him at a critical moment. He could not refuse the other's request.
He patted Scarlet's shoulder gently and came to the Queen's side.
When he saw Her Majesty the Queen again, he was slightly surprised.
He did not expect the Dragon Queen to act so decisively. The once insufferably arrogant Queen was now so weak that she could barely speak a complete sentence. Her youthful eyes revealed a dying luster, and it was obvious that she would not be alive for long.
Her Majesty looked at him steadily.
As if she wanted to see the shadow of another person in him.
Brando could not bear it and asked, "Is it the Dragon Queen, Your Majesty? Where is that woman? "
The Silver Queen shook her head weakly. She reached out her trembling hand. Brando felt a little helpless. Facing the Queen in this state, he found that he could not harden his heart. He could only bow his head silently.
Only in this way could the Silver Queen's hand reach his cheek. The slender fingertips gently stroked the face, and gradually overlapped with the impression in her heart.
She opened her mouth and said with some difficulty, "Treat the Roman well …"
This sentence was like a bolt of lightning piercing into Brando's heart. The hair all over his body stood up in an instant. He stared at the weak Queen, not understanding why she would say such a thing.
But the Silver Queen did not answer his question.
She slowly withdrew her right hand, took off a ring from her finger, and then pressed the ring on his chest.
On the ring was the supreme emblem of the Empire.
"… Tell your grandfather that I love him."
She had never regretted it.
This was not something a supreme person should say, but at this moment, no one stood up to criticize her.
Only the old Prime Minister Nidevan looked at the Silver Queen's action with his mouth agape, "Your Majesty, you can't —"
"You don't understand … Prime Minister." The Silver Queen gently interrupted him, "The authority of the mortal world has passed away. Our world … needs a hope …"
"And I …"
"Must make up for my mistakes …"
A moment later.
The ring slipped from her hand.
Her Majesty's hand fell gently.
She closed her eyes.
The thick and beautiful eyelashes no longer moved.
In the darkness, she finally remembered how everything had changed.
… …
"Darius, you must send the baby girl away. If necessary, kill her. Hurry, I … I'm afraid I'll regret it."
"I will send her away, but Your Highness, your physical condition worries me. What happened to you?"
She just smiled slightly.
"I am your Knight, you must answer my question." "Madam Gwendolyn, what's going on?" the voice asked angrily.
"Mr. Darius, the princess is right. The Bugas and the dragon will be here soon. We must arrange everything before then."
"Perhaps so, but if you can't answer the question in my heart, you will see my stubbornness."
The Dragon Queen sighed.
"The power of the baby girl is beyond our imagination. In order to save the princess' life, I divided her soul into two and used her kind personality to seal that 'existence'. I don't know how long this will work …"
"My Lady, you'd better be mentally prepared. The princess' temperament may change greatly in the future. I've done my best …"
"Best —"
"Then the Bugas …"
Gwendolyn's voice trailed off, as if all the sounds began to become faint, as if an angel was whispering in her ear.
Before the eternal darkness fell, she seemed to see a shining holy sword.
She knew.
That sword was called Amber.
It was the sword that changed the fate of the entire world.
… …
(PS: There was a bug in yesterday's article, mainly caused by the revision of the previous article and the omission of this draft. Here to clarify, the Highlander Prince has been reduced to ashes.
Secondly, I'd like to talk about the next volume. The next volume is Amber's sixth and final volume. It's tentatively named Throne of Destiny. Amber has been writing for five years, and more than half of the plot has been completed. It's about to come to an end. The original intention of this book was to incorporate a yearning for idealism, which is why people often say that this book is overly idealistic. However, I believe that the pursuit of idealism is one of the reasons why human nature is so noble.
Looking back in history, for thousands of years, regardless of whether the truth that human beings were pursuing was right or wrong, perhaps even if the process was absurd and amusing, the driving force that drove them to pursue the 'right' had always pushed our world forward toward civilization and order.
Even if there is a moment of regression, we can always look at the shining point in human nature and let it bring us out of ignorance.
Perhaps desire is ugly, but at least we know how to introspect —
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