Cloud Thinking

The smell of gunpowder mixed with blood...

The crackling sound of the fire burning...

The crackling sound of the flag being whipped by the wind...

The limbs were twisted in very uncomfortable and weird postures, and the pain spread...

This was all Helia felt before she opened her eyes.

A drop of water hit her eyelid accurately, but that was just the beginning. More drops of water hit her face and her exposed hands and feet.

It was raining, and the rain was getting heavier. The cool raindrops relieved the inexplicable heat in her body. She slowly opened her eyelids, and saw a sky that was red to black, with occasional lightning and thunder following closely.

She tilted her head slightly and tried to look around, but unexpectedly she saw a pair of hands covered in mud and blood, revealing their originally fair skin under the rain.

She wanted to move her hands and feet, but found that half of her body was pressed down by something. She raised her hand to push, but when she touched the cold, stiff yet familiar body, she was stunned again.

There was a dead body pressing down on him.

She seemed to have slept for a very long time. When she woke up, her hands and feet had no strength, and they were numb from being pressed down for a long time. After she gathered some strength, she pushed away the corpse on top of her.

She touched her left chest, and not to her surprise, it was empty. Her heart, which should have been beating, was hanging in the chest cavity with holes all over it, and the ribs protecting it in the front were broken, so she could touch it motionless with her hand.

Oh my god, am I really dead? Helia was a little confused, but more confused.

From what I can see now, her heart has stopped beating, so she must be dead. But if she is dead, why can she still move? She is even conscious! And where is this place? Has she gone to hell?

In order to figure out the current situation, she waited for a while and accumulated some strength, then she slowly sat up by supporting herself with the hard object under her body. Only then could she see clearly what was around her.

Corpses, all corpses.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, piled up together, with a few flags stuck in between. They should have fluttered in the wind, but they drooped under the beating of the rain.

In addition, there were still a few places where fires were still burning, and even such heavy rain could not put them out, which shows how big the original fire was.

Judging from the distance, if it wasn't raining and she woke up late, she would find herself burned to charcoal as soon as she opened her eyes.

There were corpses under her and beside her, and they all looked very young, all men, wearing the same clothes, and should have belonged to the same army.

Yes, this is a battlefield, Helia guessed it after seeing so many corpses.

I really went to hell!

Helia thought carefully about her first half of life, not only her own, but also that of the original owner. However, no matter how she thought about it, she didn't feel that she had committed such heinous crimes that she needed to go to hell. Moreover, the original owner was just a teenager, and she had lived in an era of peace and law. How could she have done such evil things that would be condemned by both humans and gods?

Could it be because of the last bombing of the human traffickers’ den?

Helia's mind was in a mess, and she couldn't figure it out for a moment. She staggered to her feet, glanced around, and saw only endless flames and corpses.

She went to check the flag in the rain. She was not sure whether the Otis Empire was at war with other countries, or whether she was in the past, the future, or outside of time and space. She had to check the flag to see if there were any clues.

There were patterns on the flag that Helia couldn't understand, but the words written on it were very familiar. They were ancient languages. She frowned and studied them for a long time before she could barely understand them. She stuttered and read out: "Ka... Kamayat... Sos..."

This should be the name of an army, or the name of a country, or at least the name of a person, but Helia intuitively felt that it was the name of a country or region. She always felt as if she had seen this place name somewhere, but no matter how hard she tried to recall, she could not remember anything. It was especially like her state during the exam, when she clearly remembered that she had seen this knowledge point, but just could not remember the content.

She managed to tear the flag down and held it in her hand, dragging her broken body towards the other flag.

As she continued looking like this, she collected five or six different flags, each representing a different camp, which could also be seen from the clothes worn by the corpses.

In addition to the humans, Helia also saw the corpses of winged people, giants, ghouls, dwarves, goblins, centaurs and elves. Many of them did not appear in the era in which Helia lived. From this, she judged that she should have returned to the past, and to the ancient times.

Is this the ruins of the war between gods... Helia thought.

She didn't know why she was here or how long she would stay here. Since she had nothing to do, she just walked in one direction.

Her hands were not idle on the road, picking up garbage everywhere. When she saw a special corpse, she would touch it. She searched here and there, and soon she had a bag full of small items, including but not limited to: crystal pendants, glass earrings, coral bracelets, beautifully carved tokens, gem brooches, etc. She picked up whatever looked good.

The vast battlefield was littered with corpses and devastation. Every corner was filled with the smell of death, as if a brutal massacre had once taken place here.

The victims were in different postures, some lying on the ground, some leaning on their weapons, and some with their eyes wide open, as if expressing their desire for life and fear of war. Their bodies were covered with wounds, and their blood had already dyed the ground red, making it unbearable to look at. From this tragic scene, we can imagine how fierce and cruel the battle was at that time, and how tragic and miserable this war was.

The rain washed over their bodies, as if it was tears of mercy shed by heaven, gathering drop by drop into a river of life and faith, seeming to remember and bury.

Being here, Helia felt that she was extremely insignificant. Life was so fragile. What was she in the vast universe?

The rumbling thunder guided her in the direction of advancement. When she sensed the powerful pressure that almost made her crawl on the ground, she knew that she had come to the center of the battlefield. Even though this war between gods had already ended with corpses everywhere and rivers of blood, it was still not over.

Looking from afar, she saw two figures so huge that Helia could not imagine standing between heaven and earth, overlapping each other. Every movement would cause the sky and the earth to shake, and thunder would roar, like someone's shouting and roaring, and like the heart of the world, beating for a long time.

She couldn't help but move closer, even though she knew there was a good chance she would be crushed to death like an ant, but her body seemed to have an instinct, which was the desire and pursuit of powerful strength. She looked up at the god with worship, respect and awe, but also with undisguised desire. The greed and ambition in her eyes were an offense and disrespect to the god.

She felt as if a huge stone was pressing on her body, and the stone became heavier and heavier. At first she could still walk forward with her body upright, but later she bent her knees and finally crawled on her knees.

Her body succumbed to this terrible force, but her spirit did not. She still held her head high, staring blankly at one of the figures.

She didn't know why, but her sight was unconsciously attracted to the other person. She could obviously not see anything and didn't see anything clearly, but she just felt that the figure was exceptionally tall and majestic, a symbol of the fusion of beauty and strength, and everything she pursued.

She felt like she was brainwashed, dominated by an inexplicable will. The voice in her head told her again and again to go and see, to chase, to believe. She could not resist the temptation and gradually became deeply trapped in it.

Until she saw the figure she had been thinking about, the other party seemed to have noticed the tiny Helia who had entered the battlefield, and lightly lowered his gaze -

The strong wind blew his flamboyant red hair, his deep blue eyes seemed to hide a sea, his skin as white as jade was stained with golden blood, but other than that, she couldn't see anything else. It was like a veil covering his face, hiding the mysterious beauty behind the curtain, so that even with blood in her eyes, Helia was reluctant to look away.

At that moment when He saw it, a name suddenly appeared in Helia's mind - Watersise.

Then, she felt her body being torn apart in different directions. The intense pain took away her consciousness. She closed her eyes again, but she didn't know whether eternal sleep or a new life after breaking out of the cocoon was waiting for her.

"boom--"

Inside the ward, a loud noise attracted the attention of the people who stayed outside. The sound of the door hinge turning, the sound of hurried footsteps, and a very close chuckle faintly reached her ears.

She struggled to open her eyelids, but found it very difficult, and her eyes seemed to be covered by something. At this time, a pair of hands covered her closed eyes through a layer of soft things, and the owner of the hands gently said to her: "Don't worry about opening your eyes."

Helia had obviously never heard this voice before, but for some reason, such a strange voice made her feel extremely at ease, and she immediately gave up all attempts to explore the surroundings.

"Princess Helia, you're finally awake." Helia heard the man say again. The other party was probably happy, with an upward sound at the end of his voice, and his tone also concealed a bit of unconscious joy.

"Uh... um... you are..." Helia moved her throat. Although there was a little stagnation, she was still able to make a sound.

"The Grand Court Magician, Brashiri, has met the shining pearl of the Otis Empire." The other party said with an obvious smile.

After learning the other person's identity and confirming that he was a completely trustworthy person, Helia raised her hand tremblingly and touched her heart. When she felt the beating heart in her chest, she felt happy at first, but then she was puzzled and asked, "Am I dead?"

"Of course not, you are alive and well, and you can still talk to me," Brahili replied.

"Then why am I alive?"

Helia was sure that she was stabbed through and through, with the spear piercing her heart precisely. She could even feel her vitality draining away bit by bit. She should have died, but why was she alive?

Could this be related to my dream?

"This matter is very complicated. I think you should get more rest since you just woke up. When the time is right, I will explain it to you in detail." Brahili said.

"You will stay here with me for a while, right?" Helia asked another question.

"No, now that His Highness has woken up, it's time for me to go chase the remaining black magicians who escaped. It would be best if we could find out where their lair is now to prevent such things from happening again." Brahiri replied, "If nothing else delays us, we will set out the day after tomorrow."

"Then tell me now and explain everything to me from beginning to end." Helia was not sure how long she could stay awake, but this was undoubtedly the closest she was to the truth. Even if she was exhausted physically and mentally, she was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

She knew very well that the reason she was still alive was related to her true identity and the truth about why she traveled through time. She must know it, and she must know it now.

"If you insist... please wait a moment." Brahiri did not object to Helia's insistence. Helia heard him get up and walk away. He must have driven out the other people in the room. She only heard some noise outside the door. After waiting for a while, the other party walked back to her bed with steady steps.

"Your Highness the Princess must have realized that something was wrong with her, otherwise she wouldn't be so eager to know the truth, right?" said Brashiri.