“You are an even greater anomaly. Your resolve may be strong now, but on your journey, that resolve will be eroded—replaced by other things as you witness the truth of this world, the reoccurrence of its catastrophes, and confront its genuine malice.”
“Even the strongest will eventually succumb to erosion.”
Dainsleif’s gaze bore into Jia Changjiang as he spoke, his words devoid of mercy and filled with distrust.
“You say you want to witness this world as you see fit, but for everything gained, a price must be paid. Can you bear that cost?”
Dainsleif’s voice was steady, unyielding.
“What… Do you expect me to make a vow?” Jia Changjiang stroked his chin thoughtfully. “A vow that my beliefs and willpower will never change, no matter how much time passes?”
He looked to the sky above.
“What lies beyond that sky?” he mused silently. “False stars? Or something else entirely?”
His thoughts deepened. What weapon must I wield to defeat the gods beyond the heavens?
Though fleeting, the notion planted a small yet persistent seed in his heart.
“Dains… Can I just call you Dains?”
Jia Changjiang turned back to the man.
“Do as you like,” Dainsleif replied indifferently.
“Will Lumine and Aether ultimately become enemies?”
Jia Changjiang’s question was direct.
Even without knowing the future, the paths of the twins were clear: one had descended into the Abyss, while the other walked the road of reunion. The conclusion seemed inevitable.
Though he loved battle, Jia Changjiang never let the thrill of it cloud his judgment.
“Khaenri’ah… That godless nation—was it destroyed by Celestia, like the mountain kingdom in Dragonspine?”
He pressed further.
“You know a great deal,” Dainsleif remarked, his tone carrying a hint of intrigue. “I had thought someone from another world, unconnected to this one, merely sought battle for its own sake.”
“The primordial reversed destruction, Celestia burned the land of earth. Chalk pursued gold, the crimson moon sought revenge against the black sun. The future redeems the past; the elder and the younger, bound by blood, turn on each other… Such is the cycle of fate in this world.”
Dainsleif’s words carried the weight of an ancient prophecy.
“What does that mean?” Jia Changjiang asked, furrowing his brow.
“It is what someone who claimed to know fate once said.”
Dainsleif’s reply was as cryptic as ever.
“Do you always speak in riddles? Can’t you just give me a straight answer?”
Before Jia Changjiang could probe further, Lumine returned.
“I’m back. There were lots of firepits with runes around here,” Lumine reported. “I found quite a few Abyss Mages too… Not sure what they were up to, but I destroyed all the firepits.”
She glanced at the two men. “What were you two talking about?”
“Nothing much. I was asking about the Abyss,” Jia Changjiang replied casually.
Dainsleif averted his gaze. “The traces left here by the Abyss Mages don’t suggest the presence of deeper Abyssal forces.”
He looked toward the Wolf King’s domain. “The territorial instincts of that old wolf are commendable.”
“Let’s move on to the next location,” Dainsleif instructed. “The place now called the Stormterror’s Lair.”
—
In a somewhat heavy atmosphere, the group arrived at the ruins of Stormterror’s Lair.
“Dvalin isn’t here,” Jia Changjiang said after just a brief glance toward the ruins.
“How do you know that?” Lumine asked, puzzled.
“See that spot?”
Jia Changjiang pointed to the highest level of the central tower.
That section was noticeably different from the rest of the tower.
“Dvalin lives there. I even helped refurbish that part for him,” Jia Changjiang explained. “I can tell at a glance whether he’s home or not.”
“How many times have you fought Dvalin?” Lumine asked, exasperated.
While she occasionally visited Dvalin as a friend and brought him small gifts, Jia Changjiang’s familiarity with the dragon was on another level entirely.
“If the Windborne Dragon isn’t here, it’ll be easier for us to investigate,” Dainsleif said as he gazed at the ruins, his voice tinged with faint nostalgia. “When I first saw this place, the Dragon of the East had not yet fallen, nor had it made its nest here.”
“Hmm?” Paimon tilted her head. “But wasn’t Dvalin’s corruption hundreds of years ago?”
“There’s no need to delve into that.” Dainsleif cut off her inquiry. “If the Abyss Order is interested in this place, they won’t leave the Light Guiding Seals untouched.”
“Let’s check it out,” he added.
“Got it!” Lumine agreed, donning her black dragon-scale helmet once more.
Jia Changjiang stayed behind, lost in thought over Dainsleif’s earlier words.
Meanwhile, Lumine and Dainsleif discovered that the Light Guiding Seals had been surrounded by Abyss Mages and Hilichurls.
Without hesitation, Lumine and Jia Changjiang charged into battle, while Dainsleif observed from a distance.
However, as Jia Changjiang fought, his thoughts wandered.
If Lumine and Aether were to truly clash one day… what would he do?
As he grappled with this question, a strange sensation prickled at him—a feeling of being watched.
Instinctively, he looked toward a distant cliff, but saw nothing.
Yet, standing there, unseen to him, was a blond boy accompanied by an Abyss Mage bowing respectfully at his side.
“Your Highness, our plan to turn the Windborne Dragon into a weapon of war… has been obstructed.”
The boy turned, his gaze sharp as he stared down at the mage. “The Anemo Archon? Would he don his crown again for that dragon’s sake?”
“No, Your Highness. We accounted for all possibilities. The unexpected interference… came from your kin and a visitor from another world.”
The boy’s pupils constricted slightly at the mage’s words. Far below, he sensed a familiar presence—a presence too familiar to ignore.
His only family.
Stepping closer to the cliff’s edge, Aether looked down and saw the two figures clad in black armor fighting the Abyss forces.
“Hmm?”
Aether’s eyes widened as he focused on the two below.
Where is Lumine?
Who are these two in black armor?
His gaze lingered until, to his surprise, the taller of the two suddenly looked directly up at him, prompting Aether to instinctively withdraw from the edge.
Moments later, he looked down again, just in time to see one of the figures remove their helmet, revealing golden hair.
“Lumine…”
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