Hoghor is constantly haunted by "who is he?" or "what is his purpose?". In the end, Hoghor found one common path from his mind: he had to find the meaning of life rather than living as the Last Man who lived in shallow satisfaction and lacked the ability to think logically.
Now, as a demon, Hoghor could not let go of his nature to keep fighting as something that was neither good nor evil, Hoghor now immediately stood up and he went to the largest tree that was just a few meters away from where he was now, when he got there, Hoghor immediately prayed to his God, but he did not worship the tree, he was in the shade of the tree and faced west and raised both hands, "My God, Most High, Almighty Granting, give me the strength to stay on the path I chose."
Which after all that, Hoghor finished all by reciting the prayer and went to the place where Girmora was, once there, he spoke to Girmora, "Gir, come with me. We will begin our journey to that distant place in the East, Edna."
Girmora nodded, they then prayed for their safety and prepared to leave, at this time, they walked towards the nearest city, the city of Rodrom, when they arrived there, freedom headed to a large mountain, right where Sun Wukong was locked up, that's right, in this world there is Sun Wukong, the difference is, Sun Wukong has been banished again from the heavenly throne because of his arbitrary behavior and breaking many rules to save anyone.
Upon arriving at the summit, Hoghor then meditated, he released his existence and bloomed a pale lotus flower, after which Hoghor threw it into a tunnel where Sun was locked up. After that, the mountain began to earthquake, naturally, Sun Wukong emerged from underground and now he appeared in front of Hoghor and Girmora.
"You two, which one took me out?" asked Sun, but he cleverly used his abilities as a Buddha, which despite being discarded, Sun could deduce small things.
"From what I observed, you were the one who resurrected me, wasn't it?" Sun stared at Hoghor.
Hoghor looked at Sun Wukong with a look that was difficult to interpret. There was something behind that gaze, a hidden intent that even he himself had yet to fully understand.
"I released you," Hoghor said casually, "because we have business."
Sun Wukong chuckled, "What kind of business?"
Girmora, who had been silent, just shook his head with a faint smile. He knew Hoghor had crazy plans as usual.
"We're going to Edna," Hoghor replied, "a place that will change everything."
The wind at the top of the mountain blew, as if it were whispering and curious about their plans. Sun Wukong raised one eyebrow, intrigued by the mystery before him.
"What an interesting journey," Sun Wukong murmured, "I've been wanting to escape the boredom."
The three of them set off on their adventure, with Hoghor always having his own strange ways of changing fate.
That night, a campfire burned weakly between them. Sun Wukong threw a twig into the fire, making small sparks spread out, as if to chase away the silence that had begun to fall over them.
"I remember the Journey to the West..." Sun Wukong chuckled, "Not so much a holy mission, more like years of humiliation."
Girmora shifted his position, approaching the fire. "Tell me."
Hoghor was silent, but his eyes were focused on Sun Wukong. He knew there would be a long story.
"Tang Sanzang thought he was a master," Sun Wukong began, "but he knew nothing of the world. He was just an innocent monk who believed everything could be solved with prayer and kindness."
He took a deep breath, pulled out another branch and started drawing something in the sand.
"We passed hundreds of kilometers. Every day a fight. Every night sacrifices. Demons, monsters, even the gods - they all wanted to stop us. But me? I never flinched."
Girmora smiled, "You've always been a fool."
"Ignorant?" Sun Wukong laughed, "No. I just don't like being restricted. Whenever they try to control me, I will rebel. Even against the Buddha."
Hoghor finally spoke, "Then what did you learn from the trip?"
Sun Wukong stared into the fire, his gaze distant. "Freedom is not just about fighting. Freedom is about understanding. Every fight, every obstacle, they taught me that the world is complex. It's not as black and white as people think."
He stirred the fire with a twig, making the flames wobble.
"Tang Sanzang thinks he's leading me. But actually, I'm the one guiding him. Every demon we faced, every danger we passed through, they were all lessons for him about what life is really like."
Girmora leaned his back against the tree trunk. "You made him mature?"
"Not just mature," Sun Wukong replied, "but aware. Realized that the world wasn't as simple as he thought. That kindness isn't just about following the rules, but understanding why they exist."
Hoghor picked up a cup of water and sipped quietly. "The journey to the West is a metaphor, yes?"
"Exactly," Sun Wukong smiled, "The West is not just a direction. The West is a journey. A journey beyond borders, beyond understanding, challenging the status quo."
They fell silent. The fire blazed, their shadows flashing around them. Three beings with complicated pasts, with well-defined missions, with secrets that were still closely guarded.
After Sun Wukong's long story, there was a moment of silence. Girmora threw a piece of dry wood into the fire, making sparks soar.
"So where are we going now?" Girmora asked, more like teasing.
Hoghor raised one eyebrow. "Edna, remember?"
Sun Wukong laughed. "Edna? What kind of place? I've traveled everywhere, but that name never came up."
They did not need sleep. The night was a time for conversation, for exploring material they did not yet know.
"Edna is... a meeting point," Hoghor answered vaguely. "Not just a place, but a kind of place for change."
Girmora replied, "A place that can change everything."
Sun Wukong frowned. "You speak like a magician."
They chuckled together. Even between them! Demons, outcasts, and legendary rebels, laughter could still flow.
"Tell me about your journey after the Western story," Hoghor requested. "What did you do after Tang Sanzang achieved his goal?"
Sun Wukong snorted. "Discarded again. Always banished. The gods never really accepted me."
He threw a twig into the fire, making the flames wobble.
"I am an eternal rebel. Incompatible with heavenly rules, uncomfortable in the human world. Always in between, always out of the way."
Girmora patted him on the shoulder. "We are all essentially alienated beings."
A campfire blazed between them, its light dancing on the faces of three strange creatures who had absolutely no need for sleep. Sun Wukong twirled a branch, poking the end into the sand with impatient movements.
"So," he broke the silence, "what is Edna like?"
Hoghor smiled slightly. It was a smile that always made Girmora feel uncomfortable, as if there were hundreds of secrets hidden behind it.
"Not just a place," Hoghor replied, "but a sort of... turning point."
Sun Wukong listened. "I've heard a lot of nonsense along my journey. Gods, monks, warriors, they all have their 'turning points'."
Girmora chuckled. "You've always been skeptical."
"Skeptical?" Sun Wukong raised one eyebrow, "Or just smart enough not to believe it?"
They were silent for a moment. The night breeze blew softly, carrying the scent of wet earth. In the distance, the shadows of the trees swayed.
"Tell me about Edna," Sun Wukong urged.
Hoghor took a deep breath. "Edna is... the confluence of all possibilities."
"What kind of nonsense is this?" Sun Wukong laughed.
"Listen," cut in Girmora, "let him explain."
Hoghor put a stick of wood into the fire, making small sparks spread. His eyes stared into the distance, as if seeing something invisible.
"You know," he began, "every creature has a line of destiny."
Sun Wukong snorted. "Impromptu philosopher, huh?"
"I'm serious," Hoghor glared back, "Edna is a place where those threads can be broken, spliced, or completely changed."
Girmora chimed in, "Like a universe reset."
Sun Wukong raised one eyebrow. "Reset the universe? What kind of nonsense is this?"
"Not nonsense," Hoghor replied calmly, "but opportunity. Imagine you could change one small moment in your past, which would change everything."