After all, this matter is quite serious.
If a death row inmate escapes, it will inevitably cause enormous chaos.
In the quiet corridor, Grand Duke Barlow suddenly spoke:
"It seems you have overcome your fear of the dead."
Aurelion was slightly taken aback, recalling how she had controlled the undead dragon in the Land of Spirits and Stars earlier that day.
She opened her mouth, then hesitated before responding:
"It feels like... something's still missing."
Aurelion actually felt a little embarrassed, after all, her grandfather had been teaching her necromancy for some time now.
However, because she was afraid of the spirits of the dead, she was never able to learn it completely.
But what Grand Duke Balor said next surprised Aurelion:
"Guanta Prison, I asked your teacher to take you there."
She was stunned. Going to Guantau Prison was actually her grandfather's plan, something Aurelian had never expected.
"The intention was to help you overcome these challenges during the crisis, but you chose a different path."
"This surprised me."
Grand Duke Balor glanced at Aurelion's injured right hand out of the corner of his eye, even though Aurelion instinctively hid the hand behind her back.
"However, you've been here for quite a while now."
"I think I can leave that to you."
Aurelion became curious.
What her grandfather said he could give her,
What is it?
Soon, they reached a corner.
Grand Duke Balor turned right, with Aurelion close behind him.
At the far end of the corner was a door that looked like it had been closed for a long time.
The Grand Duke pushed him aside and slowly stepped inside.
Aurelion found it strange.
Looking down into the corridor, it was pitch black and deep.
A faint, shimmering green light seemed to be flickering within it.
The doorway was surrounded by lush, green vines, looking as if they had been neglected for years and were now in disarray.
With a nervous look around the room, Aurelion, who was in her arms, followed closely behind and went inside.
The next second, however, the surrounding scenery was completely different from what Aurelion had seen before.
The surrounding darkness vanished instantly, replaced by a bright green light that gradually intensified.
Soon, Aurelion felt that the pain in her right hand seemed to have subsided.
Looking down, I saw that her slender, pale arms were burning with ghostly green mist.
Aurelion suddenly realized that she had entered a necromancy state.
Everything around gradually blurred, replaced by a desolate land shrouded in green mist.
Is this the realm of the dead?
However, the surroundings were deserted, and even the Duke of Balo, who had brought her there, had disappeared.
Aurelion looked around blankly, the ground beneath her feet rustling as she wandered aimlessly through this incomprehensible environment.
She suddenly felt a strange sensation under her feet and looked up.
Amidst the green mist, several weathered stone tablets stand.
In this vast cemetery, only an elderly man with a hunched back stood there.
Aurelion looked over and was stunned.
Standing beside the stone tablet was her maternal grandfather, Duke Festan.
Aurelion stepped forward and immediately recognized him as Grand Duke Balor.
She was about to go up and say hello when her foot seemed to slip into thin air.
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed in the next instant.
The original cemetery has been transformed into a battlefield with blood-red sand, where countless corpses of soldiers from different factions lie.
Among them were two men and a woman whose faces were obscured.
They fell in love on the battlefield, but were separated by the war.
Aurelion found it somewhat incomprehensible.
The surrounding environment and the people around her all made her feel confused.
Before Aurelion could think any further, the surroundings changed once again.
She appeared in her familiar room, suddenly opened her eyes in bed, and sat up abruptly.
Looking at the cozy and comfortable furniture around her, and the brand-new plush toy on the bedside table, she felt puzzled.
Behind her, her long hair seemed to be gently stroked.
Aurelian was startled and turned around abruptly.
But her consciousness, along with her turning her head, gradually rose into the sky.
Aurelion noticed.
The woman sitting on the bed was not her at all.
She looked down.
An elderly man is combing a woman's hair, and the woman is wearing a wedding dress with a happy smile on her face.
Even though she couldn't see her face clearly, Aurelione could still sense that it was the woman who had appeared on the battlefield before.
She looked much older than before.
Has the war ended?
All of this unfolded before Aurelion's eyes like a fleeting movie.
Now, this is a sacred church, surrounded by vibrant flowers, and ethereal, holy music echoes within.
Bright sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the pristine white chairs and draping over the newlyweds' clothes.
Every guest seated in the church wore a joyful smile.
Aurelion couldn't see anyone's face clearly, nor could she hear what others were saying; only a buzzing sound filled her mind.
And she stands here, like a viewer watching a story unfold.
They passively accepted everything.
The scene changed again.
She saw the familiar woman, dead amidst the ruins.
The surrounding area was filled with burning smoke and swirling ashes.
The deceased woman was desperately protecting the child in her womb.
The man in front of me, whose face I couldn't see clearly, was wearing a familiar crown on his head.
At this moment, Aurelion finally realized it.
The man's eyes were filled with pain and reluctance as he sadly pulled her out of the woman's womb.
A ripple seemed to spread around them, and a deep green mist enveloped the entire world.
The scenery returned to the original cemetery, with an old man standing in front of a tombstone.
The light drizzle dampened the old man's clothes. He stood solemnly before the tombstone, head bowed, silent for a long time.
The flowers in front of the tombstone had their petals knocked off, floating on a layer of rainwater, swaying gently.
Aurelion wanted to say something to the old man.
But the words stuck in her throat, and what came out was a completely different voice that was definitely not her own.
With etherealness and solace:
"dad……"
"Don't blame him."
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