Chapter 197: Bereavement (Part 1)

The deceased is gone, the living is like this
Ancient wise men said these words, or similar words, and Diego often wondered whether he had the same power as himself-he called it talent.
As the years passed, sometimes he gradually regarded that power as a curse.
When he was young, he looked out of the tower, overlooking a crazy land, and the storm full of unprovoked energy, recalling the words read in a dilapidated ancient book on the ruined desk .
For so many centuries, he has read through every text from the forgotten era in many of Pacha’s great libraries in the world, but he thinks that until now, he has not really understood those words.
Keira, Mansa, Cain.
The mountain road rose steadily for an hour, and now it gradually became steeper, and the wind became louder, as if it was increased by the cliffs that punctured the sky on both sides.
As always, Diago's eyes were attracted by the extreme peaks of this mountain range. Its too tall peak disappeared out of sight. The steep mountain extended infinitely to the empty sky, and the brown sky had become Burnt, dim orange red.
I can’t imagine any natural process can create such a huge mountain range, its proportions are too perfect, its shape is too elegant, its smooth arcs and lines are completely unnatural, Diago has never seen such a perfect after leaving this place Craftsmanship.
Everywhere on the mountain road saw the perfect creation of geometry, as if the creator of this mountain had studied the sacred proportions that had been carefully calculated, and shaped these earth and stone according to them. The spiral pattern on the rock wall showed the perfect arc, Stone columns are arranged at equal intervals, and the angle of each cliff and rift is cleverly arranged with the accuracy of mathematics.
Diago had guessed more than once what a great cause required such amazingly elaborate work on the landscape.
The entrance of the canyon passed the wind to him like a funnel, as if the random drumming was slow and hasty, Diago was gradually strengthening the analytical ability to quickly recognize the rules.
With every breath and every heartbeat, he could feel a certain existence gradually approaching.
Biologists attribute the human brain activity to a certain kind of electric current, but Diego prefers to believe that there is another thing that dictates their will-for example, the soul.
He strode into the mist like incense, the milky white cloud drifted around him, sometimes condensed into a face, and sometimes turned into something, these are the memories of Diego's soul.
His mother had warned him in his suicide note that he could only return for the second time in his life. When he walked out here again, everything he used to know would be gone.
"May Aso Yan's blessing protect his children from hatred..."
Diago chanted a prayer to raise his mind into a lower-order state of mind, helping to calm down the physical function he was strengthening, allowing him to better handle information in a hostile environment and respond without fear.
His perception of the surroundings is rapidly increasing, allowing the essence of the entire world to be revealed in his senses, but in this mountain range, the earth appears dead.
If there is a mirror, then Diego will surely see that his face is changing drastically, his skin becomes radiant, the facial features are gradually becoming perfect, the sharp eagle eyes are turning into elegant almond eyes, and the ears are somehow mysterious The force pulls and sharpens.
Or even if he doesn’t need a mirror, he can feel this change, especially when he notices that his sleeves are getting shorter and shorter, his height and limbs are growing, but the muscles under the skin are decreasing .
There is no pain in this process. Some are just an illusion of similar intoxication. His soul seems to be filled with a lot of fine wine, but this feeling is dangerous, Diago knows this.
He suppressed the depressing sense of pleasure, and looked up to see the blurred light of torches and bonfires. The earth was shaking, as if it were the heartbeat of a mountain range.
When I walked out of the mist, the canyon became wider. Diago saw a group of people standing on the slope, as if they were the warriors who kept their gates. He has detached these things.
Dressed in sunset-colored robes and leather breastplates, holding slender javelins, the warriors are no different from the barbarian tribes, but they are not facing the canyon to expel the invaders, but are watching the depths of the canyon, some in his sight Things outside.
Diago moved the fingers holding the gun tightly. The soldiers in front didn't turn around after hearing the footsteps. Diago knew they would never turn around again.
He crossed the line and came to the front, looking at their faces, which were covered with smooth glass masks. Those expressionless and vital masks were like the marble sculptures placed in the Purple Palace.
Diego sighed and mourned for them and for the valley.
Everyone is dead, only he came out ~ EbookFREE.me ~ can breathe, and heartbeat, this is a miracle in itself, especially now.
It is here to kill yourself, no doubt.
In the distant past, at that moment, Diego could feel its anger and its deep greed.
Some people say that power is fleeting, but there is a power that will not, because once it is acquired, it can never be returned.
His ability is different from everything humans have, and it allows him to die from the other side of the distant shore, but it finally gave up. It will look at his eyes and taste the most mellow among them when he destroys himself. That taste.
The mother's suicide note called it a great enemy, and Diego never knew its name.
And that was his doom.
Diego didn’t know what crimes they thought he had committed, they thought he had betrayed, but Diego knew it didn’t, indeed, he didn’t, and no one in this ancient tribe wanted to betray—he just Do everything possible to save his people.
But the ending still reached that point, like a father was going to kill his favorite son.
Diego destroyed his tribe, the place he once loved, the place where he was born, he destroyed everything he had tried to save.
He deserves to die, perhaps even worse.
But at that time, darkness had pervaded everyone's heart, and the depravity spread like a plague. He could feel the dryness of their souls. The sinfulness of despair and longing would only cause more disasters.
He escaped, using the key to close the door from the outside and throwing everyone to the enemy in the dark,
Now, he reopened the door, just to take out the devastating force inside, which is also the last proof left by their surviving family.