950 years since I came to Shendai
There are less than 100 years left. As time gets shorter, you cherish the remaining days with the God of Flowers and the King of the Great Compassion Tree.
Phyllis and Lilupar would always peek at the intimate moments between the two gods. Even though the two great town spirits had become the governors of the oasis, they always maintained a childish temperament in front of the gods.
You occasionally reprimand them, but most of the time, you let the two Mother of Spirit come to the Imperial Court for fun.
He thought that this would last until the end of the simulation, until one day…
disaster struck
Under the grinning waning moon, with the red sand as the source, the withered black tide surged through the desert and the valley, turning the spring that was once surrounded by roses into water.
Its filth stained the earth, mortals trembled in despair, the sages called it the Dark Tide, it was like a flood that engulfed fields, villages and cities
Overnight, another disaster of disease descended upon the earth. The children's originally normal skin was stained with pitch-black scales, and the pain continued to erode into the depths of their bodies.
At the same time, Moon Maiden City, where the Guardian Spirit resided, was also affected. A pitch-black plague surged out from the depths of the earth and swept through the entire city.
Under the protection of Phyllis and Lilupal, the city escaped the first wave of attacks.
You came to the highest point to look, and your heart is very heavy. Some of the sons of Turedula City have also been attacked by the Black Scales.
As you know, this is a disaster known as the "Demon Scale Disease". It is a manifestation of the terrible consequences of exposure to the Abyss.
Through the Throbbing Pulse of the Earth, you can acutely sense the source of that terrifying power that transcends the stars.
Country of Crimson Sand
You realized that even if the Flower God did not help the Crimson King open the passage to the stars and the abyss, he still came into contact with the power that was taboo to this world.
Tell the Flower God to protect the Eternal Oasis. Head straight for the Red Sand Country.
When you arrive, you discover that the once prosperous city-state has been overturned, revealing a huge maze covered in pitch-black waves.
In the center of the maze, the huge royal mausoleum stood tall. The tall sphinx still emitted the aura of divinity, but they looked a little more strange when they were enveloped by the Blacktide.
Looking at the people of Crimson Sand who were looking at their lost homes with blank expressions, kneeling down and praying to the gods, your heart felt heavy.
After passing through the nearly destroyed city, you come to the front of the huge maze. The mechanical constructs responsible for guarding the royal tomb did not attack you. They quietly carried out their fixed duties since the beginning of their creation.
Enter the Maze of the Royal Mausoleum. Although you have never been here before and guessed that this should be a magnificent building built by Ahmar alone in the past 100 to 200 years, the faint aura of the Abyss in the deepest part of the Maze cannot be concealed, so you walk deeper.
The traps along the way have not been activated, so you can easily reach the deepest part of the underground.
There, you will see broken blue crystal nails, as well as a vast amount of knowledge that is different from the world of Tivat.
Ahmar stood before the crystal nail.
…………
Bathing in the abyss.
"Is my pursuit…wrong?”
Although he was wearing Luochen on his back, Ahmar knew that his friend was approaching.
He seemed to be asking his best friend, but also seemed to be questioning himself.
Luo Chen's expression was very calm. He looked at his friend, who had been in high spirits for the first time. He was no longer the same as before.
The scepter that represented the royal power was thrown aside. Her long hair was scattered and danced in the wind.
"You're too anxious."
Finally, Luo Chen spoke.
He understood Al-Ahmar's wish to let his son master wisdom and create a utopia without disaster.
However, this was more like an unattainable dream for Shendai.
Even for Morax, it took thousands of years to steadily return the era to humans.
Ahmar had wanted to take the final step from the start, and his actions were destined to end in tragedy.
"Yes, I was too anxious and was confused by the vision described by this subject.”
Raising his head, Ahmar murmured,"" The heavenly punishment from thousands of years ago scattered wisdom and history. For a better future, the king should grasp the past. The current oasis contains all the wisdom of today.”
" After hundreds and hundreds of years, I built a huge maze for my kingdom and trapped myself in the depths of the maze in search of the dark forbidden knowledge in order to get rid of the elixir of my mortal body.”
" In the end, I succeeded, but what I brought was not the wisdom to rule over the people, but the poison from the outer world.”
Laughing at himself, the King of Crimson Sand stood up straight again, his voice very low.
" This body has already been burned, unable to find the paradise of all living beings, stripped of the pure country of sorrow, but..."
"Only the poison that I accidentally took should not remain in this world. My dear friend, please do me one last favor.”
Finally, Ahmar turned around, his golden eyes pleading for the first time.
Then, the light words disappeared in the wind along with the surging poison.
After a long time, Luo Chen nodded and left.
There were no more regrets. The King of Crimson Sand's last laugh came from behind him.
According to the legends of the desert people, overnight, the kingdom of wisdom and authority was buried by the raging sands of retribution.
Al-Ahmar, they said, had at last drawn his own wisdom out of his own flesh and blood, and thrown it into the endless, eternally meandering corridors, staircases, doorways, and carved beams
They said that Al-Ahmar's body was rotting on the throne, eaten by giant worms, while his soul was one with the millions of screaming souls of the king's city, forever wandering in the roaring apocalypse, rampaging along the dark serpent-like corridors toward the bottomless abyss.
That night, the desert shook again and again, and the giant walls of Al-Ahmar Palace collapsed one after another. The bulls and griffins that once looked down on the lifeless sand dunes were now reluctant to fall into the gilded embrace.
Countless residents, be they sages or fools, heroes or cowards, disappeared in the sandstorm that night.
After the disaster, you take the surviving children and leave this place. Transcend the rebirth after death and rebuild another city-state, Gul City.
As for the dark blue crystal nail buried by the yellow sand, it might reappear in the distant future.
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