The silver-haired girl looked up and saw layers of phantoms floating in the sky above her head. The exit of the abyss was like a narrow wellhead, with only extremely weak light shining through the gap, as if it could go out at any time.
This beautiful yet cruel world.
Warm tears flowed down his face, carrying away some dust and falling into the muddy soil below. When he reached the end of sadness, Loran Hill felt an unprecedented calmness, calm enough to face and sacrifice everything.
A narrow light curtain temporarily blocked out the phantoms of the outside world. The silver-haired girl knelt on the dirty and dark ground, clasped her hands together, and made a pious prayer that she had never made in her life.
A virtual spherical image appeared in front of her. The pale golden sphere looked like the sun, surrounded by feathers that looked like lotus petals. Each feather had patterns like circuits on it. The perfect combination of technology and nature symbolized a certain harmony.
She once again held in her palm the fragment she had obtained from the angel statue, the fragment of the Sun Crown.
If everything recorded in the Twilight Age is true, then the Sun Crown that suppressed the entire Sea of Aegeka in the past may be her last hope.
Even if she cannot awaken the Sun Crown in its heyday, even one ten-thousandth of its remaining power is enough for her to change everything, reverse the fate of this planet, and save her friends who are sinking into chaos.
The prayer began.
The potion sparkling with rainbow starlight dripped into her palm. This was her past accumulation and the only starlight power that she could still connect to in her weakness.
She began to use all her strength to explore possible paths, and a high-speed stream of information flowed on the virtual sun in front of her, constantly analyzing the fragment in front of her.
Complex and endless information flashed through the consciousness, and tiny flashes of magic continued to emerge in the virtual sun, testing one idea after another.
If the original four souls, with the help of the throne, constructed the network and elements of the Sun Crown, could she recreate the miracle of the past?
If there were not those four original souls with different forms and identities, then as the changing pure wind, could she split herself into several parts to simulate the existence of the other three at that time?
If there is a road leading to the divine, can we repair the old network and connect to the silent crown of the sun?
Many assumptions and ideas quickly surged through the girl's mind, and she began to try them desperately.
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The sky, which used to be filled with floating white clouds, gradually darkened. The phantoms that moved around blocked the light in the sky and spread shadows everywhere. Countless people ran across the earth in fear, fleeing to the areas that had not yet been eroded.
Layers of dead bodies floated in the sea water, and thousands of snow-white fish bellies turned upside down in the waves, gradually emitting a rotten smell.
The forests in the mountains dimmed and withered as the phantom spread. Unknown twisted lines appeared on the withered leaves, and then spread to the gray and silent world below.
The mad monster's eyes were bloodshot as it tore at every living thing in front of it. Even if the other party was its own child or parent, the broken body still could not let it rest in peace. A strange aura emanated from the twisted limbs.
It is like a beautiful colorful painting being poured with sewage and then smeared with a rag. Everything that is orderly begins to become disordered, and the entire planet begins to enter a dark age of increasing entropy.
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