It snowed in the floating city of Sachros.

Without the protection of the magic barrier, snowflakes fly in the streets and alleys of this ancient city, as gentle and silent as memories.

Did it awaken me?

The ghost prince Egerella stared out the window and unconsciously put down the quill in his hand, unable to help but think.

The snow in the garden under the Ghost Tower was already very deep.

They fluttered, covering the grass and blooming flowers, putting white coats on the statue, bent the branches of the flower trees, reminding Egrela of the night that was long enough to completely forget it, and of the childhood of the Naserel period.

The day when their family moved to Kalsas Floating City was the last time he saw snow.

The snowflakes at that time were not as big as today. He thought that when they fell on his hairline, they would melt instantly, and Little Brenas' snowball was incomplete.

The joy of that morning made him feel a little painful.

The eldest brother Rivalan carried him onto the floating carpet hanging in the air, and the second brother Yada held his body so that he could stand steadily on the magic carpet that was sliding in place like a snake.

They flew out of the manor where the thorn rose flowers had already withered, left their hometown, rushed to the vast sky, and flew towards the floating city protected by magic barriers.

Egerella thought his career as an arcane will start in the Floating City.

One day, he will also have his own floating city, but unexpectedly, it will almost come to an end now.

He stood up and let the narrow window open, snowflakes float into the study, Egrela opened the door and walked down the spiral stairs.

When he then opened the door to the garden, he couldn't help but start to be surprised by the tranquility he had never seen in the shadow plane.

The snowflakes are floating, the distant fragrance and loneliness.

They landed heavily without interruption, and all the colors of the floating city were defeated and fled without a trace, only black, white and gray: white houses and statues, black shadows and ghost towers, and gray sky.

This is a world that is so pure that the shadow plane cannot compare with it at all, Egerra thought to himself, a world that no longer belongs to him.

The ghost prince stepped out like a walking corpse, his boots left ankle-deep holes on the smooth snow surface without making any sound.

He walked through the frosted short bushes and looked at the thin black trunks, wondering if he was still in his dream.

The flying snowflakes were like a gentle kiss from a lover, slashing across his face and melting with magic.

He came to the center of the garden, stood beside the statue of the collapsed, half-buried shark god Sekora, closed his eyes and raised his head to the sky, as if he had smelled the snowflakes and tasted the snow.

This is the taste of Naserier, the taste of innocentness, and the taste of dreams.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had kneeled down, but he could not remember the passing.

The sky is white and dawn is coming.

This is a new day, Egrela thought to guide the future.

But what he longs for is to go back to the past and pray to go back to the past.

But who should he pray to?

This small garden was originally the temple of Sekora, the god of Shahua fish man, a ruin without fish man and gods.

Just like him, empty, empty...

The ghost prince reached out and pressed his faintly painful chest, feeling silently in the dark skeleton like a shadow, the only beating black heart in the empty ribs and chest cavity.

Egerella picked up a handful of snow, put it between her fingers and squeezed it easily into a wet and heavy ball.

He continued to operate, pointing to the capacity until the snowball was round and white and flawless.

A snow in winter, one morning, when he walked out of the room, he was ambushed by his two younger brothers, Corraibonas and Brenas.

They each held about ten snowballs, and he had nothing.

Corrare Bonas stood on the top of a closed bridge and he couldn't catch it, so he was chasing Brenas.

The two of them ran through the stables and chased around the kitchen until they were both breathless.

He could have caught Brenas, but he did not slip and fell on the ice.

My younger brother ran over to visit him with concern and asked if he was injured.

When Egerella honestly answered "No", she was hit by Brenas's snowball, which made him look full of flowers.

He was not willing to be outdone, so he grabbed his brother's thigh, overturned it to the ground, pulled open his pants, and stuffed the snow inside, until Yada finally walked over, and separated the two brothers who were laughing and roaring.

Now that he has a snowball, what are he doing with it?

Egrela looked at the pitiful gadget in her hand and thought sadly that no one here would play snowballs childishly with him.

The ghost prince let go, and the snowball slipped from the palm of his hand and broke...

When Egrela returned to his study, the sixth brother Ramorak had been waiting for a long time.

It has been a month since the battle in Shadow Valley.

With the full support of the Lost Lady's Pastors and the Women's Commander of the Sambia University, the floating city of Sakros was basically repaired and could successfully float in mid-air.

In just two months, he was able to complete all the barriers, restrictions and secret locks inside the floating city, and then he could lead the army of Sambiya to destroy the Kingdom of Cormier.

It only took two months... he thought to himself, and then he changed into a calm and cold expression and met Ramorac's gaze.

"Lao Shi, you don't know yet, Yada has left."

Ramolak spoke first, "I saw it in the Ghost Tower. Brenas came once last night, and then he left without calling the next day."

"I get it." Agerala said lightly.

What he was most worried about was still happening. Yada's departure was obviously what he was most reluctant to see.

Among his many brothers, his second brother Yada is the most honest and loyal and persistent person. Once he thinks it is the right thing, he will stick to it to the end.

For example, faith in Lost Lady.

But Egerella had known for a long time that Yada's belief in the Lost Lady was just the result of a lie of Revalan.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Once the lie is exposed, his beliefs will collapse instantly. You can imagine what changes will happen to his mood at this moment.

Brenas...

Egerella silently recited the name of his youngest brother in his heart. He didn't know what channel Brenas used to learn the truth about his mother's death.

But no matter who is right or wrong, he still insisted on thinking that Brenas's approach was a bit too unconsidered.

He could even imagine the scene when Yada met Rivalan and tried his best to find him.

This will only make him, the stubborn second brother, constantly approach the abyss of death.

Although Rivalan's actions are shameful, if he does not, the fate of the floating city Sultansa may be no different from other floating cities.

Ask yourself, if Egrela had chosen, he might have really calmly weighed the pros and cons and chose the same approach.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the truth about the impending demise of the Naserel Empire has been learned.

As far as he knew, Rivalan did not know these truths before killing his mother, but this was just his fulfillment of sharing his ‘his own secrets’ with Ms. Lost, because for the invokers among her clergy, this was the most important ritual to devote himself to Ms. Lost.

The reward that Revalan got was to use the power of Lost Lady and then through his divination ability, he helped his father successfully send Sultanza to the Shadow Plane and escaped the disaster that destroyed the entire empire.

No matter what purpose Ms. Lost is for, it is an indisputable fact that she saved the city of Sultanza.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Ramolak's voice disgusting sounded again, "Yada ran with Brenas."

"What then?" Egerella looked at Ramolak faintly, "We two chased out and then captured the believer who betrayed the Lost Lady?"

"I don't mean that." Ramorak waved his hand, his red eyes hidden in his black robe, became a little brighter. "You have also seen that Ms. Lost is about to fail, and we must consider our own way of retreat."

Innocent!

Egerra looked at Ramolak with disdain, and he knew what the other party was looking for him on his own initiative.

Back path?

To him, what is precisely, for these ghosts, they had no way out.

"Do you know the world of Magic Net?" Ramolak continued:

"The world of magic nets is also called 'Tahadana'. This is a super two-dimensional space that was created with magic for a long time ago. It is said that these spells were cast by the Imaska ​​people, the former mechanical empire. They are a place where only magic nets can reach. As long as we hide in it, even the gods cannot detect our existence."

When Egrela heard this, he looked at Ramolak with great interest, and then said in a sarcastic tone, "It seems that your magical attainments in some aspects are really beyond my reach. Unfortunately, you lack a sense of awe."

He naturally heard about the 'Tahadana'. These super two-dimensional spaces, like flies stuck to spider webs, have obtained the protection of the magic web to survive.

Even the gods find these places, unless someone can control the magic net or the chosen ones of the magic goddess.

The reason why the magic net was torn apart by Ms. Lost was that his father, the Supreme King Terramante and Laroc, joined forces to cast a twisted mystery lock in "Tahadana". Just like a fly on the "spider web", it broke the magic net like a broken net left when it broke free from the constraints.

If the voters of the Magic Goddess want to repair the Magic Net, they must completely kill the troubled "fly".

"Do you think that no one except the mysterious lady and her voters can find 'Tahadana'?" Ramolak continued:

"This is a big mistake. Some people can do it. For example, Laroc is one of them. He uses these places to accumulate magic and wealth, and there are also Mansson of the Santalin Society. Why can't he kill all his clones? It's not because his body hides in the 'Tahadana' and constantly creates new clones."

"So, have you found a way to get into 'Tahadana'?"

Egerala asked curiously, but he did not intend to do so. "So what if I find it? I have been hiding in the shadow plane for more than a thousand years. Do you want me to hide in the cave like a snake, and always hide in the 'Tahadana'."

"But this is indeed our only way out."

Ramolak still said unwillingly, "As long as you and me work together, you can force a 'Tahadana' and hide forever, and not be controlled by Ms. Lost. As long as we do not do things that harm the world, Ms. Mysterious Ms. will not pay attention to us."
To be continued...