Sing a song of the seven town alliance

Singing its flowing water, trees and hills

The sun rises from the Red Cliffs, and the fields are evergreen.

This place has a long joy and is brave enough to make your home.

Fame is spread all over the world, and there is no slave.

Sing a song of the seven town alliance

The evil enemy is at the city

The hooves of the good land are split even when thousands of hectares of good land are broken, and evil shadows come to the evil kingdom.

The evil enemy rider is the pillar, holding a sharp axe in his hand and swings like lightning.

He shouted that he would charge into the battlefield, and the evil enemy forces suddenly disappeared.

Sing a song of the seven town alliance

Sunset and night fall

Sleep with the sun shines until the rising sun rises.

If we bind our body, we will die in our lives.

However, he also sings on the territory until his death was over.

…………

She sang an ancient ballad to the child who was dreaming in her arms.

This precious little guy will one day become the heir to the floating city of Sultanza.

No, no, Sultanza no longer exists, and will never again.

Now there is only the Yinhun City, which is full of Yinhuns.

His father's scepter was broken, covered in blood, and lost in the long river of time.

The great prince of the Ghost City, Rivalan Tanshul, will no longer hold this lost scepter.

This baby who is immersed in his dreamland will never have the scepter that symbolizes the supreme authority of the floating city of Sultansa.

This made Revalan feel pain.

But he saw the baby lying in his mother's arms and laughed.

Her mother once again sang the song of the Naserel Empire, which was so ancient that it recalled the Dawn era when the Seven Town Alliance had just formed.

The baby stretched out his chubby little hand and placed it on his mother's shoulder, pinching it gently...

...The dry bones and sharp claws penetrated deeply...

"ah!!!"

The ghost prince screamed and jumped up suddenly.

He saw his pure black heart beating wildly in the chest cavity where only bones remain, forcing him to breathe in.

In an endless and extremely terrifying moment, he could feel the severe pain caused by the undead hand that grabbed his mother.

Then he blinked hard, allowing fear to return to the depths of memory.

The ghost prince touched his face with both hands, feeling tears in his hands, and he could only try to stop himself from trembling.

This is just a memory, not real, he told himself deceivingly.

But all this has happened.

The ghost prince sat on the bed, recalling what happened before sleeping. He and the priestess Eliriel and others jointly blocked the elect Xinbu, the magic goddess.

Who would have thought that the reinforcements of the Agolaron wizard queen arrived very timely. In this battle, he was seriously injured by the magic of the crazy witch Xinbu.

After he ran away from Selgonte in a panic, he found in despair that the city of Sacros fell to the ground, and the temple of Lost Lady's Shadow collapsed completely, and he fell into a coma.

As usual, whenever he is seriously injured and falls into a coma, nightmares will be plagued by him again.

"Is everything I have done right or wrong?" the ghost prince murmured to himself.

In Naseriel, the courage is commendable, and many major events have happened.

Iorem, known as the "father of Nausea", abandoned his floating city Sinlanar this year, and the Salon monster and Ferrin Demonicui also had its first encounter this year.

The Earth Prophet Ashindo, who had assisted the Empire in translating the Scroll, appeared on the Empire's territory for the last time. Even the floating city of Sacross rose to the sky this year.

But only he and Ms. Lost knew that in the year of commendable courage, there was a biggest secret hidden in Rivalan's heart.

This year, as a man without arcane talent, he was just a mortal, a part-time mercenary and adventurer warrior.

But Ms. Lost Shar finds him and tells him personally about the future fate of the empire and the only way to save the empire.

So, under the command of Miss Lost, he himself killed his mother, a priestess who abandoned the faith of Miss Lost.

In doing so, he fulfilled his own sharing of ‘his own secrets’ with Ms. Lost, because for the invokers among her clergy, this was the most important ritual to devote himself to Ms. Lost faith.

The reward he received was to use his divination ability to help his father successfully send Sultanza to the shadow plane and escape the disaster that destroyed the entire empire.

“Did I really do something wrong?”

The ghost prince came to his senses, got out of bed, took a luxurious robe, put on his boots, and went to the Shadow Hall to look for the Night Prophet.

The Prophet of the Night knew his nightmare and told him that no matter whenever he needed company or wanted to find someone to talk, he could come to it at any time.

As usual, the night prophet always seemed to be waiting for him.

It hovered in the air, and the body condensed by the shadows was wrapped in a purple halo, and it constantly emitted a faint and graceful rhythm, flashing a comforting light.

The ghost prince was grateful for this soothing, which always calmed his heart slowly, as sweet as a clear spring in the desert and comforted him.

The Night Prophet in the Temple of Shadows sometimes speaks words that make everyone around you hear, and sometimes they will directly talk to someone's heart and mind.

Now, it adopts the second approach.

"Dear, are you sad again... your dream has disturbed you again."

The ghost prince nodded, bowed slightly to Prophet Ye, and said in a little embarrassed manner, "I always thought they would always end."

"They will..." Prophet Ye confirmed to him in a gentle voice, "...as long as you prepare for their stop."

"You have said this before. But why do I know I'm not ready yet?" The ghost prince heard the impatience and anxiety in his voice.

"Before you have peace, there are things you have to do. Some things you have to understand, accept, and make them blend with you. The goddess needs your help. The healing that a person needs will always come in some way, but sometimes it is difficult to recognize. Sometimes, the best and most important gift will be wrapped in pain and blood." The Night Prophet comforted the ghost prince with a gentle voice.

"Sorry, this won't make me feel better." Rivalan shook his head slightly.

"When you realize that there is a gift hidden in everything that is happening to you, maybe your thoughts will be different," said Prophet Night.

The ghost prince closed his eyes, "Please forgive me, but it's hard for me to think so."

He once witnessed the destruction of his beloved kingdom, even he himself was corrupted and fell into evil, and his mother was killed by himself.

So many descendants of Naseriel who survived the shadow plane were transformed into ghosts by his own hands... His evil deeds, his fears, his regrets, his affection... He seemed to have lost everything.

"No, not everything. What we do will always benefit us. Every ghost person you transform, every person you guide to throw into the embrace of the goddess, has turned them into a better life... All of this, and the joy brought by these, have become part of you, just like your pain, both of which should be remembered by you. Children blessed by darkness and shadows, I want to say, believe that everything has its purpose. But you already know this. You have seen the fruits of your efforts. Don't ignore them, don't underestimate them. Taste them and reminisce them. Because they belong to you, just as they belong to many others."

The gloomy prince's tense chest sootheed a little, and calmly entered his heart.

He then realized that he had clenched his fists.

He opened his hands and saw tiny black moon-shaped purple spots - the marks of his nails thorning on the flesh.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

This time, he did not see his terrifying behavior, nor did his mother betrayed him in ancient songs - this scene always made him even more unbearable.

He only saw darkness, gentle and gentle darkness.

It makes strong light soothing and easier to bear.

It provides safe shelter for creatures in the wilderness and provides private space for those who want to temporarily create a two-person world.

Darkness is so soothing to the hearts, as sweet as a clear spring in the desert, which makes him feel soothed.

The ghost prince Ruivalan felt the warmth of the night prophet caressing him, like the touch of the feathers on him.

"Sleep, a child favored by darkness and shadows. Don't care about the fall of Sachros, don't care about the collapse of the Shadow Temple, don't care about your own failure. You just need to believe that when darkness defeats light, there will be no more war, no more horror, only peace and stability. The tranquility and nothingness at the beginning are the ultimate goal we pursue."

"Life and living things should not appear. If there is no life, there will be no conflict between light and darkness, war, disease, murder, death, magic and his gods, and will not be created in the aftermath of this godly war..."

"Thank you, I understand. I feel ashamed of my inner shaking. Thank you for your forgiveness to me." The ghost prince lowered his head in shame, and the original coldness and wisdom appeared in his confused light red eyes.

"I know what to do next, just as the goddess needs to let me do it." He solemnly assured the Night Prophet with his words that were more firm than ever before.

When the Ghost Prince was about to return to the room, he saw the "black veil" Eliriel walking towards him.

Revalan could feel that the lost lady's priestess's goal was to come to him.

He did not dare to neglect, so he immediately reached out to signal and came to the conference hall with her.

"This failure is even more unexpected than expected." The veiled priestess said in a seductive voice.

"It's true." The ghost prince was unmoved and just nodded slightly, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
To be continued...