The girl grew more haggard and even neurotic with each passing day, becoming suspicious and paranoid.
The beautiful and innocent nature she once had seed to wither away in the darkness, becoming strange and difficult to get along with. The few who ca to visit her were often driven away by her sharp and cutting words.
Only the Wanderer still appeared in the dark prison from ti to ti.
No matter how hysterical the girl beca, he always behaved like a patient guardian, silently bearing it all, waiting for the day he could take his foster daughter out of the darkness.
And finally, one day, the girl completely dropped her facade in front of her foster father, reverting to her old weak self, and tears flowed freely.
"When will Yoshude co to rescue ?"
"I'm going crazy, Father..."
"There's a voice in my mind that keeps talking to ."
"I'm afraid; I don't know if it's an illusion..."
"I don't understand..."
"The things it's telling aren't true, are they?"
"I'm not the Dragon Witch..."
"I've never used dark powers."
"I've never killed anyone..."
"I haven't..."
"Boohoo..."
For the first ti, Fang Hong saw an expression of emotion on the Wanderer's face.
He finally raised his head, looked at his foster daughter, and slowly said: "I'm sorry, Eve, I lack the ability. Though I've never given up, there's sothing I've never been honest with you about."
The girl stared at him in silence.
The Wanderer took out an item and handed it to the girl: "The ssenger we sent encountered a sandstorm on the way and arrived late; Yoshude had already gone to Elpaxin and then headed to Scepter Coast—"
"I feared you might lose faith, so I never told you."
"This is what he sent to you," the Wanderer slowly replied: "Yoshude heard of everything happening here at the Scepter Coast, but we're at war with the Ancient Tower, and he can't guarantee when he can return."
"He sent a letter, saying for you to wait for him."
The girl did not respond.
She simply shivered as she took the item, fumbled in the dark, and began to cry again: "This, this is the ring I gave to Yoshude; he finally knows I'm here..."
"The ring has another aning," the Wanderer replied: "Eve, you understand, right?"
The girl lifted her tearful face.
Of course, she understood.
She had given this ring to Yoshude, who then returned it to her. In Istania, it's a promise between a boy and a girl.
But how long since she'd seen that beautiful Sand Sea, those mories contrasting so sharply with the dark dungeon, the most beautiful part of her life. In those mories, even people's criticisms of her seed to fade away.
She tightly grasped the ring in her hand, as if it were her final hope.
The Wanderer saw this and finally showed a satisfied expression before silently leaving.
Fang Hong gazed at the ring...
Only long afterward would people know another na for this ring.
'Dragon's Golden Eyes—'
Yet in this dark underground, it seed so simple and plain.
Fang Hong lowered his head and looked at the Ring of Golden Fla in his palm. The echoing warmth from the ring seed to convey the warmth from a century ago from the girl's hands.
He involuntarily recalled the mont in the dark underground when the girl's hand passed by his. After a century of ti, he still hadn't held that hand to tell her she wasn't alone.
Yet at this mont, he finally understood.
In truth, the girl had long since entrusted everything to him.
The owner of this ring.
It was Eve all along.
Fang Hong held the ring tightly, suddenly feeling a weighty aning.
After brief hope ca prolonged despair, even deeper despair—The Wanderer vanished too, leaving Eve seemingly alone in the endless darkness beneath the prison. But instead, the girl grew stronger.
Of course, Fang Hong knew why—
He simply felt a lump in his throat.
Because waiting seed to have beco second nature to the girl.
He finally understood why she could wait for Yoshude in the dark underground for a century—the first ti he saw the girl, she was softly singing a song. Her song held no shadow, only endless hope, as if it could pierce through the darkness beneath the earth.
She waited for the hope she held, but was the person she waited for truly worthy of such trust?
Fang Hong suddenly felt curious about the legendary hero.
However, he continued to move forward.
The dungeon seed to change with the seasons; by the changing uniforms of the prison guards appearing sporadically in the dungeon, it was clear. Perhaps a year had passed, maybe longer, but Eve's emotions seed to stabilize.
She seed accustod to the place, perhaps with a hint of trouble; only when she quietly looked at the ring in her hand did her eyes flash with that bright, shimring Light.
Yet Fang Hong's unease continued to grow.
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