Along a reddish-grey rock face, the two of them advanced, crunching gravel underfoot, leaving behind a rustling sound.
"The last ti I saw him was seven years ago; he had, like , moved several tis before joining a small adventure group called WNS. The last news I heard about him was that he seed to have beco the leader, and after that, we lost contact with each other," said Lonely White Field.
Fang Hong was aware that Eteliria had crystal communicators, but their range was limited. People usually communicated through communities, and as long as one had an ID on the platform, they could get in touch with others via inter-realm communication.
So he asked, "Don't you have each other's community ID?"
"He used to use a different identity in the community, not Eteliria's, and afterwards, he may have changed to a different community ID. I never expected him to go back to using his real na. I'd changed communicators a few tis myself, and there are probably few people I knew back then who still rember ," he replied.
At this point, he glanced at Fang Hong. His own identity being recognized by a young stranger he had never t had taken him by surprise, and also provided a asure of comfort. While he might have been forgotten by most, there were still so who recognized him.
Perhaps this was the only reason why he was still here; he found that his dream of becoming an Invoker hadn't completely extinguished in his heart—there was still a glimr of hope.
But this hope wasn't enough to spur him to make many changes, for it was too late.
After all, he was no longer young—
anwhile, Fang Hong, with his head lowered, was contemplating other matters.
Actually, it was possible to have the sa na in the community. The real way to distinguish identities was by the nurical codes of the Glow Objects communicators. However, once a communicator was damaged or lost, a new identity obtained wouldn't retain the old information.
Unless manually added, the kind of scenario Lonely White Field described was indeed possible. After losing a common goal, acquaintances could drift apart, each seeking their own path.
Day by day, until they forgot each other in the busy world.
This made Fang Hong sigh.
In the battle at Pegasus Bridge, Flash was like a genius, his indomitable spirit leaving a deep impression on Fang Hong's young mind. Ten years later, the once central characters now seem to edge into insignificance, as if strangers passing by, neither recognizing the other.
Fang Hong looked towards Lonely White Field, who, approaching thirty, wasn't really considered old, but in Eteliria, this was the last scene for an Invoker. KUN, who was of the sa generation or even younger, was now on the verge of retirent.
A re ten years were only sufficient for him to grow from a child to a youth, but for the Invokers of the Super Competitive League, it was the length of an entire life cycle.
But what would he be like in ten years?
Would he stand at the pinnacle of this world like KUN?
Or, would he, alongside another unknown youth, look back on this mont much like now, filled with mories as faded as old yellowed paper slips. The past glories, like the text in an unfamiliar book.
Suddenly, Fang Hong realized there wasn't a bit of confusion in his heart. Just as the Big Cat People had said, his arrival here was directed by his true nature. Success or failure was only the final result, but he believed he would not make decisions leading to regret.
That was his most fundantal confidence.
Lonely White Field continued to speak, "I started to rember this when you ntioned R. Back then, he was the youngest mber among us. But his talent was exceptional, I even thought at one ti—"
He suddenly closed his mouth, as if recalling various past events, furrowing his brow gently.
Fang Hong also recalled the battle of ten years ago; indeed, in that obscure team, aside from Lonely White Field, only that young man with the ID na R had left the deepest impression on him.
His level was the lowest in the team, but his performance was the best, even far surpassing Lonely White Field, who was in front of him now. Lonely White Field had shown promise in that battle, but his final hesitation destroyed all possibilities, and the only person he truly let down was R.
But R had told him in a private ssage in the community that he understood the other's choice. That very choice determined their paths henceforth, as distinct as a line dividing them.
It positioned them at opposite ends of a turning point, one side devoid of light, separating them from the brightest part of the starry sky.
Lonely White Field paused for a mont before continuing, "I t R by a very fortuitous chance. I saw his posts in the community, and just at that ti, our team needed a Combat Artisan. You know, V.E.M had just disbanded not long before, and our team was rely a wild dream of like-minded young people, with neither funding nor fa. Having a Combat Artisan take an interest was not easy, so I sent a ssage to ask if he'd like to join, only to find out he wasn't a Chosen—"
Fang Hong looked up.
This scene seed very familiar, almost identical to how he t R. Whether it was a coincidence of history, intentional on their part, or perhaps a rembrance of the past, this fortuitous chance had befallen him.
Lonely White Field went on, "After a few exchanges, I found that R was a real genius, at least a theoretical one. So, using so old connections from the original guild, I helped him get an Invoker identity—of course, back then the rules of the Super Competitive Alliance weren't as refined, and the status of a legal Invoker wasn't as valuable as it is today."
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