-Master, I'm tired of resting, can you finish telling me while we walk to wherever, I have too much energy to keep on lying down.
-All right, let's continue to the south of the cemetery, then, continuing with the story, arrive at the Island of the now broken Swords, hence its present name.
I ran aground on a reef of pure carbonite, which destroyed what was left of the faithful barge, I ended up emerging from the water soaked and surrounded by marine memories stuck to my bones, to be shocked by the decadent landscape, I began to walk through the city, but they were only ruins and to say ruins to that was already giving too much credit, the acid rain had melted everything in its path, causing incalculable devastation.
Everywhere I turned, I had destruction in front of me, more than 200 nights had passed since I cast the spell, but even so, a foul smell of death flooded everything, few signs of life remained scattered around the island, clumsy movements of citizens hiding from me, what once was the richest country in Insectopia, thanks to its growing economy based on the exploitation and exploitation of carbonite, was now just a pile of pathetic camping tents arranged on the crumbling roofs of some buildings.
I could not feel guilt or pity for those sad creatures, if I had not attacked ROSA nothing would have happened to them.
-Master, but some were innocent.
-No, Magnis, no one is completely innocent, even if they did not actively participate, the act of not trying to stop their King from his abuse, the act of turning their eyes away while attacking a single girl in droves, that indifference is also their responsibility.
The destruction did not allow me to locate myself, but at last, I decided to go to the cemetery, I looked around for something like a bakery, but I found nothing standing, so I entered the cemetery, and walked until I found an old chapel, my heart, or where I was supposed to have one, began to flutter, I knew that when I opened the door I would finally see it.
I kicked open the heavy door, because that's the correctly epic way to open a door, letting in the light behind me, illuminating the dusty wooden pews, the cold carbonite rock the chapel was made of, managed to shield its interior, and there, in the middle of the sanctuary, was ROSA.
I approached her slowly, one step and then another step, and I was strong, or so I tried, I could not cry because I have no eyes, but inside I really struggled to remain an example of greatness and equanimity, until I saw her up close.
She was beautiful, a pile of melted flesh, her eye was located somewhere else I didn't even know where, her melted mouth no longer showed her lips, I could no longer hear her voice in person, her legs were gone, they must be the first thing she lost after running on rivers of acid, one of her arms was just a stump and in the other, against what should be her chest, below the jadeite pendant, she held a...
When he saw me, his one eye became crystalline, opened wide in disbelief and began to emanate tears, one tear after another tear, it was a language he did not master, the language of crying, so I translated it as a:
-Thank you, my love, I knew you would come, I didn't want you to see me like this, I look awful, our first meeting should be like in the love novels, on a date with a short dress and a lot of perfume. But it hurts me, it's been hurting me so much all this time, and I
don't want that anymore, come closer, take it, take care of it for me, and now hold me in the life of your arms, while you kill me with a kiss.
-So with resignation, I knelt down in front of her, took her with all the gentleness that no lich had ever had, and fulfilled my contradictory mission, to break the curse that I myself had caused in her, as I embraced her, she began to disappear on top of me, while I approached her to give her our first and last kiss, with a taste of death.
As she finished disappearing, one last of her tears fell, shining through the shadows of the place, and as I followed her, she ended up on what she was holding in her arms, she looked at me, just as she looks at me now, while I tell this story that is almost not of love, you didn't cry, we had already cried too much in that old chapel, you just took me by the face and smiled at me, then I swore by the more than a hundred bones I had left, that I would take care of you, as a part of my Rosa that has managed to transcend in time through you, as an apprentice, no, better said as a son.
-So you are trying to tell me that the previous hero was my mother, who was betrayed by her people, fell in love with the previous Demon Lord that is you, was outraged by the last King of this country and that we live in a graveyard because here rest her dust particles.
This is perfect don't you see, it is an excellent starting point for the hero, I knew that my destiny was to be the greatest of all, this is a clear sign, it is a thing that I feel inside me, and now that I have this information, I know which is the path I should follow....
"The way of the hero".
-Don't rush little "hero", you must understand that the world is much more complicated than what a grave digger like you knows, above all, that life vanishes in the blink of an eye, leaving only empty shells, dry leaves, as the soul departs, worlds are like this forest, that was once green, every leaf on these trees was alive, now....
Take a good look under your feet, you walk on mountains of withered leaves and will do so forever if you choose that path.