At the far end of the world, this was a land of eternal ice. It was deathly still, cold, sad, and dead…
A world without life.
A devilishly beautiful man in a pitch-black cloak walked step by step through the countless terrifying skeletons, towards the tall throne in front of him, where the cold wind whistled.
The creaking sound of bones criss-crossing could be heard. This was a dead world. Azure flames burned within the endless bones, facing the man who was walking forward step by step.
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”A mournful roar sounded, accompanied by the sound of falling snow. The already cold air froze again, as if it was about to be frozen.
A huge creature propped up its body from the top of the snowy peak at the side. Its decayed wings drooped down, and its pale bones were covered with ferocious scars, as if telling the glory of its life.
It was a dragon. Although it was just a pale skeleton, its ferocious appearance made people recognize it at a glance. It was the supreme fantasy species, a dragon!
Without saying anything or showing any unnecessary expression, the man in the black trench coat merely shifted his gaze towards the peak.
The world fell silent. Not even a mournful cry could be heard. The originally arrogant giant dragon curled up its body. If you looked closely, you would find that it was trembling!
Just his gaze alone…made the giant and dragon tremble.
The knife-like Ice-sealed Throne was like flat ground under the man's feet. He stepped on it casually and knelt humbly on one knee towards the existence sitting on the throne, whose entire body was covered in ice-blue armor.
What did they say…? He couldn't hear them. He watched as their mouths opened and closed, but he couldn't hear what they were talking about. A chill that pierced his soul came. It was a sword, a runic sword wrapped in countless ferocious runes.
Frostmourne.
The war had begun. This was a war between two races. There was no reconciliation at all. The living and the dead, confusion, misunderstanding, and discrimination. All of this could only be resolved with blood, killing, and slaughter.
The pitch-black figure was flamboyant and domineering, wreaking havoc on the battlefield. His name was Navenmoor, the Demon King who controlled souls and shadows. No one survived in his hands.
"Two hundred years or so to end the war that lasted for thousands of years on the entire continent!”No one dared to refute the arrogant words that came out of the pitch-black demon's mouth. In those glorious centuries, Navenmoor was the truth. Anyone who stood in front of him and resisted was already dead.
Until that day…
The tinkling sound of the zither was heard beside the rippling lake. There was no war in sight. The encounter between the young man playing the zither and the young girl with the bow on her back was as perfect as a fairytale...
If…there was no war…
The pitch-black demon welcomed a new opponent. It was the new hero of the enemy army, a young girl who used a bow and arrow.
The demons were defeated. The demons that were insufferably arrogant and hard to defeat were defeated. They were utterly defeated by the young girl's attacks. For the first time, they obtained a victory that they could hold their heads high.
The war had fallen into a tug-of-war. No matter how intense it was, this war that had been going on for more than ten years had not harmed a small forest near the battlefield.
Corpses were strewn all over the ground, and the ground was dug three feet deep. However, not far from the battlefield, the small forest on the other side was still quiet and peaceful. This place carried the small love of two pure men and women.
Small and fragile…love…
The dream ended just like that. In the final scene of the dream, the pitch-black demon hugged his beloved girl and roared crazily. The dance made the entire world pale in comparison, and it was a dirge for the soul.
The little girl did not know what happened next. Sakura sat up and subconsciously cast her gaze outside the door. There, a familiar black figure pushed the door open and entered.
"Master, you're awake.”Her smile was gentle and clean, making people involuntarily want to indulge in it.
Sakura didn't say anything, but a teardrop silently fell from the corner of her eyes. Her petite body sank into Navenmoor's embrace.
"Hey…what's wrong?" Holding the crying girl in his arms, Navenmore was confused.
"No…I just suddenly wanted to cry. I'm fine now.”Sakura wiped her eyes and smiled at Navenmoor.
"You're acting weird. Alright, quickly put on your clothes. It's time to eat.”Smiling, he scratched his nose and left the room.
Big brother…Sakura will definitely fulfill your wish and obtain victory in the Holy Grail War. In order for you to be able to reunite with that big sister…even if the opponent is father, Sakura is already prepared to fight!
Watching Navenmoor's back as he left, the little girl made a seemingly treasonous vow in her heart. It wasn't exactly treason. After a year of pain and torture, perhaps Sakura's so-called family and kinship had long died in her heart.
In the living room, Sakura was having breakfast with Alistair. Nevermore had completely ignored Alistair, the captive, but she did not choose to escape quietly. Instead, she began to take care of Sakura on behalf of Nevermore. Nevermore was happy to do so. He could tell that Alistair's love for Sakura was sincere.
He pulled open the window and removed the white gloves on his hands. He looked at Luo Tianyi, who was standing in the courtyard with a strange expression.
"What's wrong? Why did he have such an expression so early in the morning?”Luo Tianyi raised her head and looked at Navenmore with a complicated expression. After a moment of hesitation, she said,"
"Master…loves her very much, right?"
"Eh?" Navenmore was stunned. He didn't know what Luo Tianyi was talking about.
" Last night... I had a dream... and then... and then..." Luo Tianyi said shyly as she held the hem of her clothes.
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