Whispering Verse

Although only 14 minutes of the fifty-minute adventure had passed at this time, the light of the torch no longer allowed him to waste any more time. So Shade quickly followed the fireball to the foot of the tower in the black mist, but saw the black shadow guarding the door blocking the way for him and the fireball.

The shadow stretched out his right hand to Shade, and raised two fingers on his left hand.

"It takes two coins to get in?"

The shadow nodded.

Shade took a deep breath:

"Really, the coins earned at the Black Mist Camp are going to be spent here, and you won't let me take any of them out, right?"

Although he said this, he still handed over his last two remaining coins. The black shadow gave way to the door and took the initiative to push the door open for Shade. The fireball flew in first, with Shade following behind.

The tower was also filled with black mist. The internal area of ​​this dilapidated tall tower was not large. It was not the kind of tower that Mr. Edmund of Coldwater Port lived in that could allow people to live in it. Theoretically speaking, the area should be the first floor of the largest tower, but the stairs alone take up a quarter of the ground area.

The stairs are also made of stone, but it still feels quite dangerous to step on them. The spiral staircase leads to the higher levels of the tower, and when Shade stepped onto the first step, the torch in his hand finally went out.

The momentary chill even caused Shade to stop his movements completely. The black mist that was originally repelled by the light instantly engulfed him, and then dissipated due to the silver light on the surface of his body.

"Oh, it's so cold~"

Shade stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall to prevent himself from falling. The numbness of his soul made his body become even stiffer. The breath exhaled from his mouth actually condensed into ice crystals in the air, and the negative emotions and thoughts that had arisen due to the two games just now became more obvious at this moment.

“Amplify the power of negative emotions?”

He gasped for breath, adjusted himself, then held on to the wall and continued upward with difficulty:

"If it's just this kind of trouble, the most it will do is make me move a little slower. It'll be fine, it'll be fine."

The staggering footsteps made a heavy sound every time he stepped on the ground. Even though the light of the silver moon on his body was very stable, Shade gradually felt that his vision became blurry.

The sides of the stairs are not without decoration. Although there are no windows, blank picture frames appear on the walls at intervals. As Shade struggled to climb up, half leaning on the curved wall, portraits of people also appeared in the empty frames.

"What exactly do you think of us on the other side of time and space?"

A familiar voice came, and the dizzy Shade saw a familiar figure appear in the picture frame on the wall beside him.

Chloe, who has long silver hair, stood in front of the snow-capped mountains and asked Shade under the picture frame. The unfettered silver hair swayed in the wind, and on the delicate face, the eyes seemed to look directly into Shade's soul:

"It was just the first time we met in the Silver Mountains. When I met you, I missed my life. Do you know that you were waiting for me, but it was only a few weeks or months. I was looking for you, I was waiting for you, but I exhausted all my energy. lifetime?"

In just a few words, Xia De, who was already a little distraught, really felt angina. Obviously after having [Heart of Stone], there will be no more problems with his heart. But when he heard "Chloe"'s inquiry, when she heard her inquiry that didn't ask too much but just explained the facts, he still felt the pain in his heart hurting his soul.

In a daze, the appearance of Hela wearing a black veil who was waiting for him in Oxenfurt Manor on the night of the Battle of Randall Valley appeared in front of him again. Probably, the woman with a real "heart of stone" at that time had the same feeling hidden under her plain expression.

"I will definitely go to see you and find you, even if it takes a hundred or a thousand years."

The fireball leads the way ahead, but the darkness is still deep. The staggering Shade continued to climb up, clutching his chest. His breathing was completely disordered, which represented the loss of control over his body.

And what awaits him in the next painting is someone he can never forget.

In a flower room filled with flowers of all colors, the witches sat on the left and right sides of the table. The witch on the left has light yellow hair tied up, wearing a green dress, with yellow and silver crescent moon pendants hanging from her pointed ears. The witch on the right has long golden hair tied up and hanging down from her left shoulder. She is wearing a gorgeous purple dress that is as gorgeous as violets.

Miss Olanode and Miss Feliana looked at Shade in the oil painting, who was stumbling and holding on to the wall, unable to even straighten up:

"What exactly are we to you?"

The oil painting was yellowed and even had traces of moth infestations, but this did not prevent the sound from reaching Shade's ears clearly:

"In order to defeat the master of the Blood Banquet, you in the Forest of Thousand Trees had to ask us for help and call us your teachers. But when you saw us at that time, in the dark corner of your heart, in the end, What do you think of us?"

Shade's vision was blurred, leaving only the fireball and the faint light and shadow. He did not continue to move forward, but leaned against the wall with difficulty and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the lady in the picture.

"You call yourself a teacher, but you have always only used our help. When you stand in St. Byrons a thousand years later, will you still remember what you said? Shad Hamilton, what on earth do you think of us? ?”

He held on to the wall and tried to move forward. His legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. After falling suddenly, he tried to get up again, but his body had lost the strength to do so.

Only a few minutes have passed since stepping onto the first step, but the outsider feels that he can no longer walk.

He missed the purple-eyed girl, the writer and the princess, Carina, and the cat.

Every part of his body asked him to stop and rest, and the severe pain in his heart also made him think about turning around and leaving, no longer suffering from these tortures. But he still lay down on the steps, stretched out his hand to a higher place, and continued to climb forward with difficulty:

"Although I feel guilty in my heart, I will never be sorry to them. I won't, I won't owe them anything, I."

Even the thoughts in his heart were interrupted due to fatigue. Unable to stand up, he crawled forward and continued to move forward. The originally strong body was scratched with blood in just a moment. The pain could not make his consciousness clearer, but familiar voices continued to come from the darkness.

At this time, he could no longer stand up and look at the pictures in the oil painting. But he knew that those were the voices of Miss Violet, the Witch Emperor of the Fifth Era, and her niece, Miss Schultz Teresa, the principal of Serkses Medical College at the end of the Era:

"Do you really have feelings for us?"

The sound came from above, as if the two ladies were standing on one side of Shade, looking at him with disgust, and he could reach out and touch their high heels:

"You and we only met for a moment. What makes you think that the witches will fall in love with you at first sight, and what makes you think that we will remember you forever?"

The third sound disappeared just like the previous two times. Shade knew that he was about to die. Every time he moved his body, he felt as if he was powerless when facing a strong enemy again after fighting with all his strength. At this moment, lying on the steps, it was difficult to even inflate my lungs and breathe continuously.

The voices in my ears disappeared, but the voices in my heart kept appearing one after another.

Some people are asking, how many parts of Sha De's heart can be divided into; some are grieving, which of Sha De's words are true and which are lies; some are crying, not saying a word, but it seems that they have said everything; some are crying. Angry, they wondered what kind of courage and courage Shade had to deal with so many girls without any remorse or guilt.

"When you meet those brand new girls, when you communicate with them for the first time, don't you really feel heartbroken?"

It was as if someone had stabbed a sharp knife directly into his heart, and as if countless hands were holding Shade's body, tearing off his flesh piece by piece. There was no abuse in those voices, they were just asking questions one by one, constantly wearing down Shade's soul.

"I"

He could no longer speak a word, and his physical condition had deteriorated more seriously than imagined. The amplified emotions in the soul made the already unsustainable body completely out of control.

"Ugh~"

The vomited black blood merged with the dust on the stone steps, and the body, still relying on its instinct to move upward, finally stopped completely.

"I"

In my heart, I seemed to see myself when I first came to this world. I saw myself leaning against the door panel of Saint Teresa Square when I went out for the first time, panicking and even frightened because of the reality of all this.

Shade saw the past, and he also knew what he had done since then until now.

He breathed hard, adjusted his thoughts, and said what he wanted to say most in his heart at this moment of death. Of course he knew what he had done, of course he knew what he had chosen.

Although he felt guilty, he never regretted it. Although he knew what he did was wrong, he vowed that he would not let anyone be sad because of him.

The violent vibration of the soul triggered changes in the life circle. The four-color spiritual light of gold, silver, brass and black iron gradually lit up the dark tower stairs. The spiritual rune symbolizing [Mortal Sin] was brighter than all other spiritual runes.

Shade's lips trembled as he said those words:

"I just want it all! No matter who I provoke, I will bear all the responsibilities. I must go to the end!"

The power bursting out from his soul miraculously allowed Shade to support his body with his arms again, and then stood up little by little against the wall.

He moved forward step by step, with his eyes almost completely blind and holding his last breath in his chest, chasing the fireball ahead and continuing to climb.

PS: 14/20