The hall was a verdant sanctuary, its every corner teeming with life. Emerald green vines climbed the ancient stone walls. As it bathed in ethereal moonlight, a haunting scene unfolded.
The green walls glowed faintly, casting a ghostly hue over the floor, which was drenched in blood. Amidst the crimson chaos stood a lonesome figure, his long silver hair streaked with red. His eyes, catching the moon's glow, appeared empty and hollow.
On top of his head, a crown radiated a gentle light, and as if responding to its power, the blood across the hall began to shift and change.
Eventually, the crimson rivers started to ripple and shift, slowly morphing into a myriad of white lilies, creating a horrifying yet beautiful ethereal scene of life blossoming from the emblem of life —a bed of bloody lilies
Each lily, delicate yet haunting, embraced the figure as he descended slowly into its embrace seeking peace
As I lay on the bed, I held the crown in my hands, scrutinizing every intricate detail. Since arriving in this world, I should have perished long ago, if not for the crown. It did more than keep me alive; it granted me ancient knowledge
As I lay on the bed, I held the crown, examining its details . [Since arriving in this world, I should have died long ago if not for this crown]. Not only has it kept me alive, but it has also endowed me with ancient knowledge when I first sat on the throne.
This knowledge encompassed the mysteries of the forest and the energy that resided in it and myself, enabling me to harness that magical power
Life magic, as its name implies, revolves around life itself. Through my blood, which is the emblem of this concept, and the mana that flows within it, I can instinctively create life forms, extensions of my own being. I can control some life forms if they consent, unlike the thorns that abide to my will unconditionally.
The crown is the embodiment of the ancient forest, and my soul is entwined with it. This connection granted me authority over all life within the forest. Yet, despite these powers and the deep bond with the forest, it still not enough for what's coming next
[Mirai, Edward, Alex, and even Sarah—though my memory of her is hazy, I can still recall these names vividly] They were characters. No- they were people from a book I read long ago with my siblings.
Despite their minimal presence in the story, their names were mentioned repeatedly. The reason for their absence was straightforward: they all died before the story even began.
Just knowing that filled me with dread.[ How could anyone, except the Chained Six Lords, kill Mirai?]
Even in death, tales of Mirai's unparalleled strength spread across all continents. His might was legendary, unmatched by anyone except the ones I mentioned before.
The chaos that erupted when such a formidable figure perished, along with other significant people, was easy to foresee. This is why I couldn't sit idly by. I continued to practice and refine all the knowledge I had gained,or else I won't be able to change their fate
I knew I wouldn't survive this. The crown bound me to the forest, making escape impossible. This ancient place and I were fated to perish together as a result of this battle.
As I closed my eyes waiting for dawn , the night never came to an end