"Valentina!"
Inside the eggshell, Valentina’s consciousness seed to have completely fallen asleep. On the platform, Fisher watched as the giant egg made full contact with the roots below. In an instant, the once brilliantly glowing roots turned dim, replaced by the ever-brightening giant egg.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
Soon after, the Ice rapidly spread over the eggshell, engulfing the vast space beneath Fisher. The swirling mist instantly obscured Fisher’s view, making it impossible for him to see where Valentina was.
Yet he knew well that below, Valentina’s new body was being nurtured. When she erged again, she would be even more beautiful and powerful than in dreams, spreading her wings wide across the sky like a phoenix reborn in the myths of the Northern Realm.
Fisher said nothing as he watched the Ice engulf the World Tree roots below until, much later, he slowly stood up with his hand over his abdon. His body had been injured earlier during the battle with Erwin. With a Thirteen Rank body, these injuries would have been insignificant, but now, his body was extrely weak, his rank having dropped to Zeroth Rank. The previously trivial wounds now all blossod forth, vying for Fisher’s attention.
"Hiss..."
Fisher panted in pain, looking sowhat helplessly at the hundred-ter-tall cylindrical space in front of him, puzzling over how exactly to ascend the Wutong Tree. Could it be that several days had passed since he went out, and waiting to die was the only option left?
"Fisher, you... whimper, what are you going to do after this? Go find your allies, Dalasgon, Ramasitia, the Mother Goddess, anyone who can save you... whimper, I don’t want you to die! How will I live without you!"
Emhardt dared not even stand on Fisher’s shoulder as usual, for fear that his slight weight would impede Fisher’s movent, crying and anxiously pacing in circles.
But Emhardt, with his broad vision, clearly understood the dire situation Fisher, now locked under the concept of Death, was in. Like a hawk in distress, he nearly smoked with anxiety, cursing continuously as he flew,
"It’s all that damned Paimon’s fault... that beast, they truly deserve to die for harming you... whimper..."
For the first ti, Fisher saw Emhardt so anxious, almost finding it amusing and feeling no annoyance. He simply beckoned to Emhardt, calmly drawing out the Fluid Sword, and said,
"Alright, Emhardt, settle down. I want to survive too, I’ll definitely try to find a way... and you’re right about the Gods, but Dalasgon just showed up, clearly aware of my situation but didn’t appear. Either they don’t want to help , or they’re powerless to do so. I lean toward the latter."
"Huh? What about Ramasitia, shall we go find Ramasitia?"
Fisher gently pinched the cover of Emhardt’s book and continued,
"Perhaps that God indeed has a way, but unfortunately, my relationship with them isn’t great. Also, they recently fell asleep due to the Full Moon Period and might not have awakened yet. Even if awakened, they can’t hear my call without entering the deep sea. I only have a month and can’t afford to waste it; I want to do more aningful things with it."
"No! Fisher, what are you going to do this month!? Do I have to watch you die, you’re so cruel... whimper!"
Fisher’s body paused slightly. He raised his hand to see that beneath his white shirt, his once robust body had begun to thin. With a complex expression, he patted Emhardt and said,
"Just so people I want to see and things I want to do... but don’t worry, I won’t give up until the last mont. I’ll keep thinking about how to escape death, alright?"
One month is really short, from here to the southern end of the Northern Realm, to Sardinia Female Country the fastest takes five days, from Sardinia Female Country to Nali it takes half a month, to Pirate Bay it takes a month, and to South Continent it takes a month and a half.
Only now did Fisher lant how dispersed the people he wanted to see were, which indeed was not a good thing.
Yet as he looked at the usually annoying Emhardt beside him looking ready to cry from his resignation, he had to change his tone a bit to comfort him, preventing tears from falling on the book cover.
"Wait for , I’ll thoroughly go through all the materials in my stomach, maybe really find so sliver of a clue to help you..."
"Mm-hmm, let’s talk once we’re out."
In the darkness of the Wutong Tree, Fisher held his abdon while the wobbling Emhardt, glowing golden, anxiously rummaged through his insides, both of them moving further away. Behind them, the shadow of Death pursued closely, relentlessly chasing the trace of the Nali man.
The vast interior of the Wutong Tree was a chaotic ss. Once the holand of the King above the snowy lands of the Northern Realm, its past splendor could no longer be seen, crushed by the weight of history and fate, a truly lantable thing.
Yet, as the Moon Princess had said, the living creatures of the Northern Realm still rember them. This land still carries their epics and legends, their traces not vanished, but deeply embedded in the hearts and mories of the lives they once protected.
Like the last of the Phoenix Bloodline currently in deep slumber at the base of the Wutong Tree, they too wait and prepare, longing for the day their revered phoenix would rise in Nirvana, ready to lead them in writing the coming Chapters of the future.
And that day won’t be distant.
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