At first, Loran was just happy about this matter.
But when he truly integrated into this training camp, fully becoming part of the order of Xiawei Territory, he suddenly broke down in tears over a boiled egg at his seat.
No one laughed at him. In the training camp, too many people had felt this inexplicable sadness, a sadness highlighted by joy and happiness, reflecting the endless hardships of the past. On that day, Loran received several hugs and a friend willing to listen to him recount his past sufferings.
The friend’s na was Miles, a tall man from the Western Territory. He was normally silent but reliable, serving as the martial arts representative in the training camp, with excellent swordsmanship.
He also possessed Spirit Energy, and he too had things he wanted to share. After Loran spoke of his own past, he slowly began to tell Loran his story.
Stories about Spirit Energy, about laboratories, about the Duke and The Empire, about Fiery Fla Land and disasters... death, pain, the death of every family mber, loved ones, the people he cared to embrace, and the final departure.
Listening to his friend’s story, Loran went from being shocked initially, to feeling self-abased in the middle, and finally to a vague understanding.
The shock was because Miles had never told anyone about his past before; everyone thought he was just an ordinary refugee from the Western Border, only having fled to Xiawei Territory, nothing more.
Who could have imagined that he walked out from the Avak Domain, the desolate Azure City turned Dead Domain?
The self-abasent was because, compared to Miles, how ’insignificant’ his suffering and despair seed. Miles carried the despair and resentnt of his holand and erged from hell, while he...
No.
At this thought, Loran began to understand sothing.
His suffering and Miles’ suffering were the sa. It couldn’t be ranked simply because one involved family and the other a city, an entire domain.
Could it be that the frustration of watching family about to die, helpless, was less than the despair of ho’s destruction? Delicious food and fun gas might have ranks, but the despair in everyone’s heart can’t be compared.
Their suffering all stemd from the world’s errors, from Fiery Fla Land, The Empire, Sublimators, Spirit Energy Users, all those who should have been capable but did nothing.
"We are the sa," Miles said softly then, "We all awakened Spirit Energy due to helpless despair, yet recalled the pain once more after gaining power, imagining ’how great if I had this strength and knowledge back then’."
"It’s unavoidable regret, imagining... how much I’d want to go back in ti with this power to save my mother and Aunt Lydia’s family."
"But I can’t. We can’t."
"Loran... you’re the sa age as my sister."
The purple-haired swordsman said softly, "If I were you, I’d definitely feel worse, so cry if you want to."
"No, thank you, Brother Miles."
After understanding why he wanted to cry, Loran didn’t want to anymore.
He was just lonely, just unwilling to accept it.
It was just that he felt he was starting to beco happy, yet his grandma couldn’t enjoy it.
Although he was already maturing, becoming an outstanding child, earning credits for her, allowing her to live peacefully and enjoy the subtle scent of Moongrass Flower... yet she was still in the laboratory’s ward, awaiting death’s approach.
This unwillingness, this helplessness, this pain left him at a loss.
Thankfully, he was not alone.
Loran finally understood—after initially choosing to follow the lord, he finally understood his faith’s aning in this world.
He would no longer face suffering alone. Lord Ian, Miles, his friends, all his teachers and classmates were gradually becoming one with him.
He was no longer alone, also understanding why everyone gathered together, becoming classmates and friends.
Because he was a person of Xiawei Territory, they fell in love with this land genuinely from their hearts.
They all chose to gather under Ian Silverpeak...
Becoming the people of the Prophet.
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