Cloud Thinking

The disaster of Warcraft has not yet completely subsided, but the anger that has been accumulated for a long time has suddenly burst out.

The Xiali Empire and the Turton Dynasty joined forces and marched towards the Otis Empire from both sides, while the people of the South Continent marched from the bottom up, heading straight for the heart of the empire.

In less than a year, the empire, like a lion with its head held high, was torn into pieces and devoured by the three forces.

However, the Xiali Empire and the Turton Dynasty started to have disputes over the division of the spoils, and the war broke out again.

The entire continent once again relived the scenes of the ancient times when gods fought each other, smoke rose everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses were everywhere. The continent was shrouded in war everywhere.

That day, Helia took Starley away as she wished, took away her body, and let her soul go.

The Empire has two roses, red and white, the red rose Helia and the white rose Starley, representing the most beautiful and wealthy flowers in the Empire.

But she remembered her sister saying that she didn't actually like white roses. They looked bland, dull and boring. Although pure and flawless, they seemed so unreal and sad.

She prefers red roses - gorgeous, fresh, warm, a little proud and unyielding.

So she buried Starley in a sea of ​​red roses.

She personally sent her off, cut out the blood-sucking worm in her stomach, and tried her best to restore her to her original gentle and kind imperial princess.

A crystal coffin was also built for her, with several layers of soft blankets at the bottom of the coffin - she was very delicate, and if the coffin was too hard it would hurt her and she would not be able to sleep well.

Why a crystal coffin?

The story is about a princess who was in a coma and was kissed by a prince who passed by. The princess woke up because she heard something from somewhere and lived a happily ever after with the prince.

Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe it, but she kept believing it and said she also wanted to meet someone like him to whom she could devote her life.

The princess was sleeping in a crystal coffin, so she hoped to be buried in a crystal coffin after her death. In this way, even if she was not happy in this life, she might be happy in the next life.

Forget it, since she is dead, there is no point in saying these things, so I will just fulfill her silly wish.

From rescuing people to finally erecting a monument for Starley, Helia did it all herself.

Even though her figure had faded to the point where it was almost invisible and was about to dissipate, she was still determined to do it herself.

"I really don't understand you." Watersise looked at her busy figure with a complicated expression.

"Do you hate her or love her?"

She talked about love, but she could still say those vicious words at the other person's wedding. She did so many vicious things to her when she was alive and wanted to force her to death.

Although she hated her, she kept persuading her to leave again and again, trying every means to push her out of the fire.

He will also remember what she likes and hates, and keep in mind those seemingly joking words she said, and in the end he will decorate her grave with his own hands.

Even those who once claimed to love her the most could not do this.

"It's not important." Helia blew away the dust on the stone tablet and looked carefully at the words she had carved. She frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"The ups and downs of your life are all related to her. How can this not be important?"

Watersiser walked over, leaned over to look at the stone tablet in Helia's hand, and scanned the words on it.

[Here lies a woman who longs for freedom and love.

And now she is free. 】

She is not anyone's sister, daughter, or wife; she is not a princess of the empire, nor a queen of a dynasty; she is just an ordinary woman.

A woman who pursued love all her life, but died of hatred in the end.

"The inscription you wrote makes it impossible for others to understand who is buried here..." Watersise was even more puzzled.

Helia was like a multifaceted figure. He thought he knew her well enough, but she would inadvertently reveal another side of him that he had never seen before.

It's totally incomprehensible.

"Why do we want to let others know who she is?" Helia asked, "Do we want people to remember her glorious life, or her miserable humiliation?"

"Let her go clean and free of worries."

"We can't let the filthiness of this world taint her free soul again."

She reached out her hand and stroked the words on the stone tablet, and said absentmindedly, "Anyway, I'm the only one in this world who remembers her."

"As long as I know she's here, that's enough."

Wattsice was silent for a long time, and finally said affirmatively: "You love her."

"I never denied it." Helia leaned against the stone tablet, weaving a wreath in her hands.

Even though the thorns pricked her hands and made them bleed, she seemed not to feel the pain and continued to weave.

"What about hatred?" asked Wattsiser.

Helia's hand paused for a moment, "I once couldn't help hating her."

"Can't control it?" Watersiser caught the key words.

She slowly raised her head and looked at her body. "Didn't you notice it a long time ago?"

"Those things that do not belong to us, but appear in us, are abnormal."

"Do you know why? Tell me."

Watersiser eagerly grabbed Helia's hand, his expression somewhat excited, but deep in his pupils, there was a hint of fear.

He was looking forward to the answer, yet was afraid to know the truth. He was very conflicted.

Helia did not answer Him. She broke free of His hand, slowly stood up, and gently placed the fully formed wreath on the stone tablet.

She stared for a long time before turning away, "Let's go."

"The final scene has already been staged."

The war between humans will inevitably escalate into a war between gods.

Order is collapsing, war is rising, chaos is everywhere, and evil is growing everywhere.

Watersise broke through the limitations of her body and returned to the throne of god. After rubbing her hands together, she slashed at Herzmanlita with her first blow.

Even though He says that He does not hate, does not bear grudges, and will not seek revenge, and that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, if He loses, He loses.

But after finally regaining his power and returning to Godhood, didn’t he still go for revenge first?

How can you say someone is hypocritical?

The fight between Order and War was so fierce that the sky and the earth collapsed. The other gods also took sides, and it finally turned into a struggle among the gods.

All the grudges and grievances accumulated in the past burst out at this moment.

If there is a grudge, take revenge; if there is a grudge, take revenge; if there is no grudge, try to muddy the waters for the sake of profit or interest.

Helia is dying, and it is only thanks to her mother that her soul has been able to remain in this world for so long.

No matter that when she was six years old, she wanted to hang herself and almost died, which awakened Watersiser, but in the end He failed to take control of the body.

Or was her soul able to remain in this world after her death? Watersise was still trapped in her dead body and could not return to the throne of God.

These were all done by her mother, who saved her and protected her time and time again.

She was the person who loved her most in the world, and also the person Helia felt most sorry for.

She strolled on the charred, scarlet land, passing one tragically dead body after another, looking at the dark red sky in the distance and the flames rising into the sky.

She saw many dead souls like her who were still dying in this world, but most of them had lost their consciousness before they died. They were just wandering around the battlefield in confusion, not knowing what to do or what to do.

She walked back to the Imperial Palace where she had lived for more than ten years. It had been completely changed beyond recognition by the baptism of artillery fire and was very different from what she remembered.

She walked slowly and heavily along the way, as if she wanted to deeply engrave all the scenes she saw in her mind so as not to forget them.

So as not to forget the beauty and happiness of the past, and the misery and humiliation of today.

She finally stopped in front of a body.

It is not accurate to call it a corpse. It is more like a head and limbs that are so broken into pieces that their shapes cannot be discerned.

That was Eric, her most beloved brother and the last king of the Otis Empire.

He fought until the last moment, and when the enemy wanted to capture him alive, he resolutely cut his throat with a sword, blood splattered three feet, and he died on the throne made of pure gold.

But the enemy was unwilling to let his body go. Not only did they cut off his head and hung it on the beam, they also cruelly dismembered his body and left it to be eaten by wild dogs.

She sighed deeply, and found the part that belonged to Eric among the blurred black and red blocks on the ground. She collected them bit by bit and tried to piece them together.

She tore down the burnt and blackened imperial flag, wrapped her brother's broken body in her arms, and walked out of the house step by step with Eric's sword hanging around her waist.

Before she died, she asked everyone around her where they wanted to be buried after their death.

Eric's answer was: the national wall.

He said that even if he died, his soul would be able to work with the city walls to resist foreign enemies, guard every inch of the empire, protect the people behind the city walls, and witness the prosperity of the empire.

As he wished, Helia cremated his body into ashes, and walked around every city wall in the empire, taking out some of the ashes and filling them in.

Even if he could no longer defend the empire's territory, could no longer protect his people, and could no longer see the empire's prosperity, but...

At least, he never gave up his country and his people.

This world could not withstand the endless fighting between the gods. By the time they realized something was wrong, everything was irreversibly destroyed.

The sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and the earth began to tremble violently, making bursts of rumbling sounds.

In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and huge cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, with no bottom in sight.

The hot magma gushed out from the ground, raging like a fire dragon. Wherever they went, the grass and trees turned to ashes in an instant, and houses and bridges collapsed one after another.

At the same time, surging floods also followed, interweaving with the magma to form a doomsday scene.

The raging fire mercilessly devoured all living creatures within sight. No matter whether they were birds, beasts or humans, they were all struggling in this horrific sea of ​​fire.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a burning hell, with thick smoke billowing and covering the sky and the sun.

The originally azure sky was now covered by a thick layer of black smoke. The black color was as thick as ink and could not be dispersed no matter how hard one tried.

The sunlight was completely blocked out, the world fell into endless darkness, and there was no longer a glimmer of hope.

Helia held Eric's sword in one hand, with the long cloak that Claude wore on the day he ascended the throne draped behind her. In the other hand, she held a bright red rose. She stood on a mountain top farthest from the God War, watching this doomsday scene from afar.

"That's what you saw that day, right?"

Watersise suddenly appeared behind Helia and watched with her how the world collapsed and was destroyed bit by bit, and how those who were powerless in the disaster were in despair.

"Yes, but not entirely," Helia replied.

She didn't continue talking, but asked: "Have you thought of the answer to the abnormality in us?"

Watsise had found Ameshizik and asked him what he had shown Helia that day, but he just smiled, said something incoherent, and turned into starlight and disappeared.

"Fate arranged all this and played a trick on everyone."

He went to Sphonteneia again. After all, she was the one who truly held the power over destiny. She repeated to Him what Wisdom had said and asked Him to give an explanation.

But after listening to it, Lucky could only smile helplessly and self-deprecatingly, without saying a word in reply. He closed his eyes, turned into dust, and died on his own.

Watersise was almost mad with rage, and had no choice but to find his mortal enemy, Herzmanlita. He now held the power of fate and might know something.

"We are all prisoners of our fate, and those who write our fate are higher and farther away."

After leaving these words, Order left.

The war of gods ended with no winner and everyone lost miserably. Everyone was busy deceiving themselves and trying to save themselves, or making arrangements for their funeral.

Herzmanlita seemed to be preparing for his death as well. He had been locking himself in the Hall of Destiny, and no one knew what he was doing.

Combining what Wisdom and Order said, and what Helia did, Watersiser gradually pieced together an absurd truth:

"There is a force from a higher dimension that controls the operation of this world."

"Each of us must act according to what that person has arranged, even if it is completely against our will."

"We live in a play, and everyone is an actor, performing a designated plot."

Helia smiled, acknowledging the answer.

She held up the rose in her hand and let it be beaten and blown away by the strong wind, until only bare branches were left.

“We live in a story in which everyone plays a specific role and follows a designated plot.”

"The author has already written the ending and then just let it go."

"And the protagonist of this story is Starley. All the plots revolve around her."

"The ending of the story is frozen at her wedding, and what happened afterwards was based on the original trajectory of the world."

She paused for a moment, took a breath, and continued, "Actually, these were not what Wisdom wanted to show me, but what I accidentally saw by mistake."

"He seemed to be aware of something and wanted to make changes, but his power was not enough to fight against the master who created this world, so he failed."

"I was still young at the time, and the truth was too tragic for me to accept."

"I want to tell others everything I know, but I can't say it. I have been forcibly sealed by the power that created the world."

"I can't bear it alone, so I want to die. Anyway, this world will be destroyed in the end, so I might as well die early and suffer less."

"But I can't die, because I play a very important role in the subsequent plot. If I die, who will do the bad things afterwards? How can I highlight the beauty of Starley?"

"Until I discovered my life experience and your existence, I was thinking, if the gods of this world unite, will they be able to fight against the Lord of Creation?"

"I survived like this until Stella appeared, and everything went as the Creator had intended."