At the very end, Blore was immersed in a very strange yet familiar thought, when suddenly, a biting chill surged like a tide, pulling him out of his sleep.

He subconsciously reached out his hand and smeared his face, then slowly opened his eyes and looked up. As expected, it started to rain.

"How long have I slept?"

Blore murmured softly as he turned over with difficulty and sat up from the ground.

At this moment, his head was still a little dizzy, as if he had not yet woken up from a hangover.

At this moment, the monster that looked like a human arm seemed to sense something and moved in an instant.

Its twisted and deformed body swayed in a strange posture and moved slowly towards Blore.

Blore couldn't help wondering when he saw it.

I saw the monster's long arms circling and spinning in the air, just like a shy little girl acting coyly.

What surprised Blore even more was that when he saw the strange movements of the slender arm, he actually saw a sense of shyness and awkwardness in it.

The raindrops hit the ground with a crackling sound, without any mercy.

They were like rapidly falling bullets, violently hitting the earth.

The whole world became extremely quiet, and apart from the sound of rain, almost no other sound could be heard.

This silence made people feel an inexplicable emptiness and loneliness, as if Blore and the strange monster were the only ones left in the world.

Blore slowly lowered his head, his gaze drawn as if by a magnet, directly onto the seemingly ordinary and even somewhat desolate land beneath his feet.

At this moment, an astonishing scene occurred: the crystal-clear raindrops, as soon as they touched the ground, seemed to take root and sprout at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, tiny flowers, gradating from transparent to milky white, bloomed one after another.

These small and exquisite flowers are densely dotted across the entire open space. From a distance, it looks like a pure white and vast sea of ​​flowers.

However, this sea of ​​flowers inexplicably reveals a sense of death and desolation, which makes people feel sad.

Blore stood there quietly, motionless, as if time had frozen at this moment.

An indescribable strange feeling surged into his heart like a tide, and this feeling was so familiar.

In a trance, he seemed to travel back to an unknown past far, far away. At that time, it was also raining like this. He stood there alone and quietly, letting the rain hit the earth at will.

The endless empty space before him stretched to the end of his sight, and he was the only one standing alone in the rain.

At the same time, the heavy chains on Blore began to shake slightly, making a crisp sound.

As it swayed, circles of black and golden light spread out like water waves, appearing mysterious and profound.

Unconsciously, fine spell patterns quietly appeared on the surface of the chain, looming and emitting a faint but not negligible light.

A hint of surprise welled up in Blore's heart, because he suddenly found that he could sense the vision that could be seen through the chain, and even feel the delicate and inexplicable emotions coming from the chain.

The rustling sound came again. Blore glanced casually and saw the slender and soft arm slowly crawling over, gently pulling him, and pointing to a complete coffin not far away. Then the five fingers began to gesture quickly. Although he had never seen it before, Blore seemed to understand what the arm meant. The arm told him to hide in the coffin, and danger seemed to be approaching.

Blore looked in the direction of the finger and was stunned for a moment.

The black fog, which was as thick as substance and as delicate and sticky as silk, was like a giant beast awakening from the abyss, opening its bloody mouth, revealing its ferocious fangs, waving its sharp claws wildly, and rushing forward with great momentum.

Behind it, an endless expanse of blue and white brocade mist, like the sea at high tide, follows closely, covering the sky and moving forward. These blue and white brocade mists and the black mist intertwine and intertwine, sometimes merging into one, sometimes separating, forming a strange and eerie scene that is both beautiful and eerie.

The black fog swept across the land, ruthlessly devouring everything in its path, and in an instant only endless darkness remained.

Even the crow-fly butterflies that were originally flying freely in the air were now strongly attracted by this terrifying force. They couldn't help but fly in groups, like moths to a flame, and swarmed towards the black fog.

The small and delicate wings of the crow butterflies kept flapping up and down, flashing strange and frightening light, as if they were holding a grand and mysterious ceremony for this dark force, and as if adding a deeper dark color to it.

In front of this extremely powerful force, everything in the world becomes insignificant.

No matter whether it is a huge beast or a tiny insect, facing such overwhelming power, they have no power to resist.

They could only watch helplessly as they were gradually eroded and submerged by this dark force, and eventually completely disappeared into the bottomless endless darkness, with no trace of them left.

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