章節 47: The Flicker of Life
In the vast, silent hall, a young man named Ezreal found himself ensnared in a dilemma.
In the darkness, the golden-haired boy bowed his head in silence. For one who had always harbored goodwill, the choices before him were equally brutal and cruel, regardless of the path he chose.
This was true for the innocent populace as well as for himself.
The indifferent man stood expressionless before the boy, quietly awaiting his decision.
For Ezreal, renowned for his achievements, the situation he faced was a harshness he had never encountered in his past.
Gifted from a young age, Ezreal attained the ninth tier by the age of fifteen. Although he had traveled extensively across the continent over the past few years, exploring numerous nations and delving into many ruins, he had faced many challenges along the way. Yet, none had ever rendered him so paralyzed in his decision-making as this moment.
Was he truly still too young?
With a faint sigh, Ezreal self-deprecatingly realized that he was not as formidable as he had imagined. The so-called genius of Valoran, the youngest unparalleled ninth tier in centuries, was merely an illusion of strength.
He felt so powerless, so frail, so…
As his delicate hands gently opened, they brought forth a warm and comforting embrace.
Freya tenderly wrapped her arms around the boy's head from behind, offering solace to the bewildered youth. Her soft voice gradually soothed the pain within him, "It's alright, dear. Please don't be distressed or disheartened, for you are the remarkable Ezreal, destined to make a name for yourself across the continent."
"And no matter what happens, you will always be my beloved little brother. So, if you cannot make this decision, allow me to assist you."
Raising her head slightly, Freya gently turned to Xiao Mu Yu and said, "Mr. Mu Yu, please… activate the magic formation."
The last five words were spoken with great difficulty and anguish, yet, after the torment, there came a sense of relief.
The voice of the Songstress of Water remained melodious and enchanting, but to Ezreal, it resonated like thunder.
The golden-haired boy abruptly lifted his head, incredulous as he gazed at the elder sister he had always revered. He opened his mouth, only to find himself utterly incapable of voicing any objections or protests.
For a moment, the hall fell into an unspeakable silence once more.
"…" With a cold gaze, Xiao Mu Yu turned away, extending a hand with an icy tone, "Then, once the magic formation is activated and the issue resolved, our transaction will be complete, yes?"
"Indeed." With a resolute nod, Freya instinctively tightened her embrace around the boy.
It seemed the only way to dispel the guilt within her. "As long as you can truly resolve everything, I will give you the map after the formation is activated."
"…" Nodding indifferently, Xiao Mu Yu expressionlessly retracted his hand, stating coldly, "Understood."
Without hesitation, he turned to leave, casting one last glance back. Beneath his tattered gray cloak, the tip of a worn sword subtly emerged.
With cold footsteps, Xiao Mu Yu quietly reached the edge of the hall.
Here, there was an open terrace. Standing before the gray-white stone railing, he slightly raised his hand.
The elevated sword aligned parallel to his cold gaze, its sharp tip pointed towards the profound darkness of the city before him, a darkness that seemed to devour souls.
The wind and snow continued to howl.
The fierce tempest stirred the man's gray and white hair, his tattered hood gradually blown back, revealing his long, mixed locks.
In the biting wind and snow, Xiao Mu Yu's hair danced chaotically, while the icy gusts, mingled with glistening snowflakes, relentlessly struck his face.
Yet, like the unyielding lines of a stone statue, his expression remained unchanged.
An invisible force began to emanate from the indifferent man, seeping into the ancient structures beneath his feet, coursing rapidly along the cold stones and worn columns, following an inexplicable trajectory into the solid cobblestone streets, slowly spreading underground.
As this intangible power expanded, it illuminated the streets, alleys, and desolate homes, once bustling shops…
In the wake of the cold-hearted demon's passage, countless dark runes flickered to life.
They radiated a darkness deeper than night itself, akin to the hellish engravings etched in the abyss, evoking a chilling dread that penetrated to the marrow.
Beneath the trembling ground, a terrifying power was steadily accumulating.
In the realm of consciousness, the devil's maniacal laughter echoed incessantly.
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha… You truly are impressive, human boy! No wonder you managed to seal me away! To think you are actually prepared to unleash devastation, ha ha ha…)
(Hmm, let me see how many pitiable, innocent, tragic lives you intend to erase this time. Hmm… Allow me to assist you, ha ha ha… No need to thank me; it's simply my nature to be so helpful, heh heh… ha ha ha…)
As the devil's deranged laughter resounded, a sinister and chilling power slowly rose from the Night Demon Crystal at Xiao Mu Yu's chest, expanding before his eyes…
"…"
His pitch-black eyes gradually closed…
Then opened again.
Within the depths of Xiao Mu Yu's cold, lifeless gaze, countless points of light suddenly flickered into view.
Or rather…
They were flickers of life.
In Xiao Mu Yu's icy stare, these flickers of life densely populated the entirety of Tianxin City.
Whether they were the trembling impoverished souls hiding in the corners of slums, the noble citizens gathered at the magic train station hoping to flee the zombie-infested city, or those hiding in the dark recesses to evade the undead…
Each one transformed into a candlelight representing life within those cold eyes.
Warm yet fragile candlelights.
So fragile that even the gentlest breeze could extinguish them all.
每周推薦票狀態
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