38118e0245172265dbc28c30f5d32295

Inside and outside the Lion’s Palace, a heavy rain is dominated by the night of the Imperial Hub.

Under the deep dome. Vala is wearing a red robe and holding a golden splendour scepter representing Golden Sun. The older Priest is hunched back today, her gaze gazing at the woman in front of her – the silver queen. The long skirt, with a beautiful white rose on her chest, as if she was a mourner’s dress, she sneered at the Holy Church, and her smile was unabashedly concealed with a condescending meaning. It seems that the unquestionable majesty and sacredness of Holy Cathedral is nothing but dust in her eyes.

A flash of lightning cut through the sky, passing through the wooden grid of the large arch window facing the ground, like a print depicting the disaster and Judgment Day, reflecting the faces of everyone in the Big Holy Church. Snow white. The rays of light of the candle left only a faint squad in the rainy night of the day, until the lightning drifted away from the sky, and the hall was re-encouraged by the warm light, but Vala was cold in his heart.

A strip of shadow is gathering outside the arch window. Like a silent ghost, the red rays of light flashing in the darkness, from far and near, gradually converge into a torrent; Vala trembles and raises head. Seeing all this, the wild beast, full of wildness, covered with mane, showing fangs and teeth, leaps on the far and near roof, and the hair grows a long and long squat, far away. From the farther neighborhoods, the screams of screams should be heard. Although it was under the night of heavy rain, the dogs in the city seemed to be mad and screamed.

Everything is like the scene before Judgment Day.

Vala is cold in the heart: it is a sinner, a Werewolf in Senia, the last nation to run Miirna bloodline. Today, they are back.

Each and everyone silhouette, overlapping in front of him, those once the tall, shining Holy Icon, the sages he longed for, after experiencing the terrifying dramatic change, the sacred radiance that shrouded them gradually dissipated. A bright light went out in turn, and the road was finally caught in a dark fog. It was the sight he had witnessed in the past few decades. He watched the vibrant Holy Cathedral go to covet, and the unwavering faith gradually shoke. In the desperate situation of self-doubt, the road to the future has long since vanished and everything is over.

Suddenly he remembered the fragment of the sacred scepter and the scepter.

At that time, the sunshine of golden enveloped the entire lion’s palace, and the spires of the palace shimmered with the most dazzling rays of light. However, it was the grand view of the sunset before that’s all.

……

When Senian Bolton woke up from a nightmare, the purple lightning flashed through the sky, and there was heavy rain on the outside of the window. He was lying on a thin wooden bed, his face was white with electric light. “Funiya?” He subconsciously shouted, but no one responded. He stunned and remembered that one’s own daughter had moved to Valhalla for a while, and she was there to learn the power of Forest Goddess with the Druid Elders.

The sound of [email protected]@ in the darkness has been occasionally lit up by the white light. Bolton feels a little uneasi in his heart. There is no moon in the rainy night, but he seems to hear the strong chant in his heart, which comes from Senian. The wild instinct of bloodline, usually only under the glory of Magic Moon, excites this most primitive desire to destroy, but today it is somewhat abnormal.

He slowly sat up from the bed and listened to the movement outside the house. After Grudin’s death, the entire Green Village moved to the young Lord Thane’s arrangement, surrounded by mountains and forests – in the night of the mountains. Next, he can usually hear the sound of Lin Tao’s ups and downs, but on this rainy night, he only heard one or two screams that pierce the rain curtain. I don’t know if it is a wolf in the forest, or something else, wild beast.

Bolton was silent and silent, and he suddenly remembered the strange dream before him. It is said that when people wake up from their dreams, they have a profound memory of the residual dreams. For him, this is exactly the case. The scenes that were the most terrifying in the dreams were repeatedly played back in his mind. The scenes in the dreams were different and absurd, but he was faintly aware of the truth.