Waiting until dark would only increase the difficulty of exploring the forest. The only way forward is for the four of them to use their strength to conduct a thorough search in different directions, find the demonic enemy, and kill it.
After discussing the matter, the four of them split into two teams—Firsa and Sherry, Olina and Lampard—and headed towards the two entrances to the forest.
So, Firsa set off on this familiar forest path.
The road was wide enough to allow ten warhorses to travel side by side at the same time.
If it were a standard-sized army, it would have no problem moving quickly and traversing the forest.
Along the way, he also encountered the large banyan tree—according to the dream, it was the place where Priscilla had stayed to bandage Alphonse's wounds.
Soon, they reached the first fork in the road. It was here that Priscilla and Alphonse parted ways. And who knew when they would meet again?
"Which way should we go..." Shirley walked in front of him, pondering as they faced two intersections leading in different directions.
Philsa unconsciously tightened her grip on her hand.
"Follow me, go to the left!"
Sherry was startled by Philsa's sudden gesture of taking her hand. Although they were all alone, the girl rarely allowed anyone to hold her hand. But seeing that he seemed to have made up his mind, she said nothing more.
In the past, to defeat the demonic enemy as quickly as possible, Philsa would have split up and headed in different directions to minimize the time required. However, he did not do so now.
Firsa was afraid, terrified, of the kind of separation that Alphonse and Priscilla faced.
At that time, Alphonse was afraid of dragging Priscilla down with him, so he had no choice but to suggest the method of escaping separately.
Now that Firsa is capable of protecting her companions, why should they "separate"? All along, whenever they faced hardship, wasn't it precisely because of their mutual support?
This time, he prioritized emotions as a prerequisite for "rational thinking." This was one of his most "willful" moments.
Shirley complied with Philsa's wishes, and in order to keep up with his quick pace, she also grabbed his sleeve with her other hand.
My left hand was held tightly, and my slender palm felt as comfortable as if it were wrapped in smooth silk.
What reassured her was the warmth that transcended the gloves.
And so, the two traveled for a while.
At this moment, Philsa's mind was filled with chaotic dream memories and a series of unresolved questions.
"Sherry, have you ever heard of the 'Emerald Snow Forest' somewhere? Do you remember anything that happened here?"
No... I don't know.
In fact, no historical book ever recorded that Priscilla and Alphonse ever reached the Sea of Trees.
Moreover—if Felsa's dreams are indeed Alphonse's personal memories, then he has reason to suspect that parts of the historical record are false, or even forged.
First, there was the tragedy of Shidu. Philsa recalled the ancient history of the kingdom that he had studied at the school, and vaguely remembered that there was a sentence that went like this: "The thieves from the north led a group of monsters to attack Wominberle, and overnight, the sky was ablaze with fire."
Although the memories of the dream were somewhat chaotic, they were as clear as if they were right before my eyes.
First of all, it should be clear that no "monsters" were seen at that time. Instead, the city was full of "zombies" who were ordinary humans who had been transformed into monsters.
Secondly, while Philsa couldn't be sure if there were any thieves present, he did encounter a "necromancer."
Historical records about this mysterious profession are scarce, and it is not mentioned here at all—perhaps because they are unwilling to mention it.
Thirdly, "All mutations were caused by the Tower of Reversal." Regarding this summary by senior scholars, Philsa, who personally experienced the "Time City Riot," thought: "It's utter nonsense."
What was meant to be an angry outburst came out unintentionally, even startling Shirley who was right behind him.
"Sorry...it's nothing."
"Hmph, always acting like she has something to say but won't say it." Slightly annoyed, Sherry pulled away from Philsa's hand and walked behind him alone.
Philsa was somewhat helpless about his companion's inexplicable sulking.
So let's go back to the question we were just thinking about.
Marquis Alex was also a scholar who specialized in history. Didn't he notice anything amiss?
Perhaps they had already discovered it, but for some reason, they hadn't mentioned it to an outsider like Firsa.
The capital was in riots... Given the situation at the time, it was more than just riots; it was downright "collapse."
Philsa's dream then extends to the events outside the East Gate of Shidu, in the Emerald Snow Forest. Two young people are being chased by necromancers and agree to flee in different directions.
At the last second, Priscilla was saved by her father.
Alphonse was not so lucky. Having been separated from Priscilla, he did not receive a rescue from the King's army. In the end, he left behind a pool of blood and disappeared without a trace.
According to modern medical theories, that amount of bleeding would be fatal.
...
As they pondered, Philsa and Sherry arrived at the cliff where Alphonse had disappeared.
Just as Philsa was trying to guess what had happened to Alphonse, a surge of magical energy within her chest caused her heart to race, interrupting her thoughts.
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