Xiso furrowed his brow. There were far too many matters requiring his attention lately.
The purpose of the Alchemy Workshop's approach is clear—it's aid at the Great ntor. My primary obligation right now is to protect him.
The Great ntor was currently under Kevin's protection. Although Xiso felt reassured by this, sothing the Great ntor had said to him earlier still made him fall into deep contemplation.
The Great ntor once stated that they had hidden here for so long not only to protect themselves but also to protect Guru Mountain.
I understand what the Great ntor ant. After all, Guru Mountain is our ho. We exhausted all asures to hide away in this mountain—a place not even marked on the Empire's maps—just to avoid people. In our current state, we'd be seized wherever we went in the Empire. Once captured, we'd either be tied to a stake and burned alive or put into an iron cage for curious spectators.
Although it would be easy for us to escape with our powers, what would we do after? As long as we're in people's sight, we'd inevitably incite fear. The ultimate result would be capture, escape, and capture again. Even thinking about such a repetitive cycle is ntally draining.
I loathe revisiting those challenging tis, but the experiences are deeply carved into my mory. As soon as I start reminiscing, everything unfolds before like a scroll, every detail flashing vividly in my mind…
If not for the Great ntor, we would never have co here, nor hidden for so long.
I also know Guru Mountain has its secrets. The Great ntor ntioned so of them once, but those secrets aren't our main concern anymore. Guru Mountain provides us sanctuary; we no longer need to flee from place to place, constantly fearing detection.
Guru Mountain is tranquil, without clamor or power struggles. This has soothed our often-distressed hearts.
This place naturally beca our ho.
Xiso closed his eyes. mories weighed heavily on his heart. Each one of us, these monsters, had a glorious past. Those glorious days weren't easily forfeited.
The Glorious Seven Knights, the Six Spirit Sages, the Golden Seats, the Empire War God, the Blue Blood League Guard…
These titles flash one by one in my mind. Each surge of mory is like a thousand armies thundering through my head, making it impossible for to remain calm.
That past glory will never return, just as our lost appearances can never be restored.
Now, we are only monsters. Nothing more.
Only by accepting reality can we survive. Xiso's thoughts, which had been unfolding like a scroll, gradually cald. Indeed, this isn't the ti to be sentintal.
No matter what, I have to protect the Great ntor. Night had fallen as Xiso walked, yet his steps did not falter. He wasn't sure where he was going; he simply continued onward, guided by his thoughts.
The Great ntor told earlier that what's ant to co will co; it's better to confront what one can't avoid.
Sothing felt off about his words. It was as though the Great ntor had resolved to settle things with the Alchemy Workshop once and for all.
I will not allow this to happen.
If it weren't for the Great ntor, I, Xiso, would have been reduced to nothing long ago.
If it weren't for the Great ntor, I would already be dead.
The Great ntor gave a second life—not just physically, but spiritually as well. A rebirth.
At least, I, Xiso, feel like I've regained my true self.
No matter what, I cannot let the people from the Alchemy Workshop take the Great ntor away!
Xiso tapped his head. I am the brains of this group of monsters; the vital task of protecting Guru Mountain falls to .
I sent Joseph with Grey Eagle to Dawn Peak, had Simon prepare an encirclent around Grey Eagle Peak, assigned Kevin to protect the Great ntor, and told Arnold to set traps in Moonflow Stream…
I've assigned every monster to their positions. Everything seems well-organized and orderly.
However, upon careful reflection, I still feel sothing is amiss. I just can't pinpoint what it is. This is very strange.
Is it because I've been too preoccupied lately? Or because I haven't been resting well?
Or perhaps I'm just overly concerned about the Great ntor. I'm terrified of losing him, my benefactor, the one who saved my life.
I once pursued power with a frenzy. That madness cost my sanity, sending down a demonic path from which there was no return.
That period of lost sanity turned into what I am now: neither human nor ghost. My body is pale, my skin like parched earth, cracking at the slightest touch…
I don't even dare to look at myself, my appearance is so horrifying.
It wasn't just . Arnold, Jemma, Dastan, Joseph, and slo also changed beyond recognition. They were once the Glorious Seven Knights of the Empire, but now they've beco hideous-looking monsters. The title of Glorious Seven Knights vanished instantaneously from the Empire.
To think, these individuals had shed so much sweat for the Empire, so even their blood, and now their titles just vanished in an instant.
I was bewildered as to why the title of Glorious Seven Knights was revoked by the Empire. I tried exhaustively, through various ans, to uncover the truth and was ashad by the answer I eventually found.
The Empire Council Hall deed that these... creatures... had disgraced the Empire's noble status and were no longer worthy of such titles.
So, their nas and the title of Glorious Seven Knights were expunged from the Empire's records, discarded like trash from the palace.
This outco greatly unsettled . That discomfort eventually turned into despair, to the point where I prepared to jump from a high building.
Although I wasn't one of the Glorious Seven Knights, I was among the finest of the Empire's guards. I had repeatedly earned rit in wars, only to be abandoned like trash in the end.
Everywhere I went, my appearance invited revulsion. No matter how glorious my past, it was just that—the past. This terrifying face had already turned into a different kind of monster.
Overco by despair, I jumped from a high building in the Empire. I had lost the will to live; I had lost far, far too much.
Xiso shook his head. Unconsciously, that mont of despair resurfaced, the mory of jumping from the old city wall still vivid.
"Stay alive, child. There will always be hope."
I rember the Great ntor saying those words when his Grey Eagle caught as I fell.
"Stay alive, there will always be hope." Those words later brought to tears…
Unconsciously, Xiso found himself before the Great ntor's stone house.
"Xiso, is that you?" the Great ntor asked, having sensed his presence despite the pitch-black darkness outside.
"Yes, ntor. I'm still worried," Xiso replied.
"Heh heh. Still worried about Kevin? It's chilly out. Co in. I have sothing to discuss with you anyway." The Great ntor gestured Xiso inside. This only strengthened Xiso's resolve.
I am Xiso of Guru Mountain. Regardless of what happens, I will defend Guru Mountain to the death!
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