The village chief Arelia, couldn't help but fall silent looking at the powerful attack between the two people. From that accident, he realized his wife was on the other side.
"Archell my son... And Mary (Areliaa's mother), you are focused on crossing over there."
"Dad... what is mom?!"
Archel, Arelia's father, was shocked to see his mother's very thin condition. He just saw that his mother was still in normal condition before, but what about it? And after all, the stranger beside him was one of the long-lost people.
"Isn't that Anne? He would often visit the house to ask if there was anything to help and I would often pay him some bread." Mother areliaa said.
"Yes.. There's no mistaking it as them." Arelia's father said.
"Never mind.. We will ask them directly."
"Focus on getting there, and while I get there I will protect you both. And Mary, save your energy and focus on healing the wounds of the child who was with the areliaa there."
Arelia Archell's father was silent for a moment and wanted to refute his father's words.
"Dad... I'll help..."
"No don't... You still haven't recovered from that old wound..."
"And the only ones who can fight now are not many people"
"Ambert is balancing on the left there"
"As for Anne... It turns out that he is from a noble family... who would have thought"
"Okay, father," said the two of them in unison.
The three of them prepare to start towards Areliaa, Hero, Granny and the others. While the black root root is still attacking randomly around them.
"now!"
Pant... Pant... Pant... (they ran).
The village chief quickly picked up a sword lying on the ground. Fortunately, the sword was not damaged, only the scabbard was destroyed by the explosion of the house before.
After the sword he successfully reached, little by little the roots that managed to reach them were able to the head of the village of Badminton. The main goal is simply to deflect or deflect direction from the root so as not to hit them.
With that distinctive and great swordsmanship style despite his inadequate age, he, the village chief still looked great.
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"HANG ON...!" shouted Arelia...
"Arelia... hold the wound with ice"
"Grandma...?"
Arelia was shocked to see her grandmother who was very different from before. But he realized he had to quickly help the protective stranger first.
But suddenly... There was a chunk of root that managed to penetrate Anne who was raging in front of them.
Those behind were shocked. The grandmother began to stand up and planned to become a living shield.
ZHESSSRRRTT
Fortunately, the chunk was successfully deflected slightly using a sword.
"What do you want my wife to do?" said the village chief.
The grandmother aka the village chief's wife just smiled. He was grateful.
"mom..."
Archel suddenly hugged his mother quite tightly. The three of them fortunately arrived in time.
"Dad...?" said Arelia.
"My daughter.. areliaa"
"Arelia... It's enough to leave it to mom." Said his mother who was directly by his side.
Arelia nodded her head and believed her mother. And quickly mother arelia stretched out both hands forward. And from there came the light.
He tried to heal the hero's wounds but, it was very difficult considering he was pierced by seven roots in his body, even one of them in the heart.
"Damn! I'm not enough"
Meanwhile, Arelia's father went to check on Kelfin's condition.
"Kelfin is still unconscious and, only his hand is injured."
Arelia's father carried Kelfin.
[Hero is dying and Kelfin is still unconscious]
Grandma Areliaa couldn't help but stare in front of her, seeing that there was something to worry about. The strongest attack between the Glitonia Witches is still in a match with the attack of the Holy Guardian Astria. But he felt something was strange. Astria's attack is getting weaker and weaker.
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The trees were destroyed and burned by astria's white flames. The earthen soil was destroyed due to the black root spear belonging to Glitonia. The sound of the collision that collided to make the ground shake.
And from the other side of the city, the West Gate of the village. The Terrors managed to break through the village walls. Many dark monsters attacked the citizens and fought the remaining knight warriors.
Scream after shout.
Cry for crying.
It was heard in the western corner of the village.
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Astria... still holding the foundation standing. With a strong wind blowing with wood chips, soil or stones felled past his face. He still survives.
He focused on other things.
And from his neck there was a necklace, he held it and he kissed. "Dandellion fell into space, for the beloved and the meaning of it all to protect hope"
And the necklace turned into a small bright white bird packaging with blue crystals on its forehead.
It flies... With a yellow rope each fused on Astria's chest like a liaison.
Little by little...
Slowly...
Root after black root he passed...
Until it reaches the front of the hero and enters his body.
Slowly the black roots that were still attached to his body began to fade. And the wound of the wound began to heal.
[Astria smiles]
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The hero (#####) is hovering between life and death. In the middle of an empty space with nothing visible. It's dark and quiet.
Terasa sakit…
Feels angry...
And sad...
That's what I guess?
My worries still echo in my little mind that cannot be measured by the problems of the world. I want to shout but for whom? and to whom ?
Everything feels wrong.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the same scene. The figure of a crying little boy on the other end. I knew it was him, even though it was all dark. How? I don't know.
I used to ask. Why is she crying? what is he facing? Why was she alone in that pitch black and cried endlessly. It's like there's no place for him to tell stories.
Want me to get closer but can't.
No matter how hard I try, I can't.
How weak am I?
Even I don't know what the fate of my other friend's friend is. Did they manage to survive the witch?
Basis! useless myself!
Although shouting at yourself can indeed change things? unlucky!
Hah.... How failed am I?
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I was still floating in that dark, with the voice of that little boy crying. Sometimes his voice tells me I'm not alone in the dark.
Then suddenly, the atmosphere changed, the light of white powder began to appear. From a distance it approached me. Getting closer albeit slowly. And pierced my heart.
Feels like there's someone with long white hair shrinking my eyebrows.
"Who?" said my still weak nad.
I can't see it clearly. My vision is still blurred. And I wonder who it was.
What is my mother?
"Impossible"
My mother is dead.
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The pain in my heart began to slowly painless.
And my vision began to become clear.
This time I saw that my surroundings were not black anymore, but they were gray-gray and coated with a layer of translucent glass. I looked around. All are the same except for one direction.
The direction was right from the source of the little boy's voice crying. And this time I knew he was crying because of what he really was.
I was shocked to see that.
I'm so sad.
My tears started to come out.
Flooding this face of mine.
Wet my cheeks.
Make me meter and..
I shouted.
Then came the voice of someone I knew very well. A longing voice from everyone in the world. This voice that has not been heard in the heart for a long time! The sound that made the boy's crying stopped being laughter.
He smiled at me as he looked at the boy.
"#####" he said my name.
I fell to my feet.
Lack of my knee and grip my heart to make my clothes torn around.
My tears are getting heavier and heavier.
"hurttt… hurttt.."
I patted my heart.
I burst into tears,
When I raised this head, they were still smiling at me. I couldn't help but fall silent looking at them.
The area around them began to crack and crumble.
I quickly stood up, and started running over. I caught my tears in a hurry. This time ! this time ! I certainly can. Step by Step until I ran.
But no matter how far, no matter how far, I never came close.
And I realized they weren't the ones far away.
Or I am far away from them.
But...
[Suddenly a hand started on my head, stroking my curls and embracing me with a smile]
... They are always by my side.
I cried again.
It turns out that all this time... I am that little boy. And...
My mother has always been by my side.
"I'm sorry mom..."
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[Hero finally woke up]