The war is over, and the dawn of dawn is coming.

The imperial capital still stood silently, like a cold corpse, watching everything with empty eyes.

The audience watched the scene on the stage attentively, and no one noticed that there was a faint floral fragrance in the air, and the range of illusions presented by magic was gradually increasing. The audience is already in an illusion without knowing it.

They didn't seem to notice it at all and were still immersed in the opera.

At dawn, the cold wind blew through, mixed with the suffocating **** breath, and bursts of whimper-like whining.

The soldiers silently cleaned the battlefield, looking for the dead Paoze, and building tombs for them.

War is like that.

Perhaps at the beginning there was a longing for victory and expectations for future life.

But over time, blood and death will gradually numb the mind.

Victory and defeat don't seem to make much sense.

The girl stood up and quietly watched the surrounding scene. The blood on her hair had already solidified, and the wound on her abdomen was still tingling.

She felt that the pain was very good.

At least it can make her understand that she is still alive and has not turned into a cold corpse.

"ended."

Another girl put a coat on her and said softly.

"It's not over yet." She shook her head and looked up at the imperial capital in front of her.

Magnificent and indifferent, the top of the tower with cold and rigid lines points to the sky, and the buildings are processed layer by layer, until the center of the royal city is clearly visible. [Refer to Dark Souls 3 Ilushier]

…

Fu Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the city with almost invisible edges.

She had forgotten her identity. At this moment, she was the saint who led countless people to overthrow the rule of the Faras Empire.

The fatigue and pain in the body, the cold stench in the air, the firm will in the heart...

Fuqing took a deep breath, feeling the tingling sensation of the cold air in her lungs.

Her teacher once told her that if you want to perform well in opera, the first thing you have to do is to forget yourself and the role you are playing.

You are the character yourself, immersed in it.

When you do this, you can truly become an opera master.

Fuqing felt that she should have done it, as if it was a matter of course, she actually did this step, it seemed extra easy for her today.

But there doesn't seem to be much to be happy about.

After all, in the early morning, the movies brought by those outsiders caused a lot of movement.

It won't be long before the opera will be banned.

Although it will not completely decline, it is basically impossible to maintain its current glory.

Of course, to Fuqing today, none of these matters, and she doesn't have time to think about these things.

"it's not finished yet."

Fu Qing said in a low voice.

…

The magic circle engraved on the ground started quietly, the magic fluctuations transmitted in space gradually subsided, and Mu's figure solidified.

Feeling the feeling of being down-to-earth, the perception of the environment also recovered, but the next moment her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she turned her head to look in a certain direction.

The perception ability of elves is definitely the top among intelligent races.

She can feel that there is something that makes her uncomfortable, like a field with a huge range, which is quietly spreading around.

Mu suddenly remembered what Oxia had said earlier.

"Ascension Ceremony."

She whispered to herself.

Suddenly, the speed of domain expansion suddenly slowed down, and there was even a tendency to retract. It seemed that another special force appeared, forcibly curbing the spread of the domain.

After discovering this, Mu also breathed a sigh of relief.

She never doubted Oxia's strength. As the chief commander of Tide, she spent most of the year running around Kolo to deal with extraordinary accidents that could endanger the world.

Anyway, based on the facts, Mu felt that even if he added up ten, he might not be Oxia's opponent.

After the combat power reaches a certain level, there will be a qualitative change, and the pure quantity has no meaning.

As for her main reason for coming...

Mu feels a little curious, of course, this is only part of the reason, she wants to protect those unrelated people who are affected.

The dancing girl, she really wanted to know who the other party's true identity was for this obliteration cultist who had always acted mysteriously from the beginning to the end.

Following the path in memory, Mu walked slowly in the corridor.

Suddenly, she stopped and closed her eyes, as if she was carefully perceiving something, and her palm lightly pressed against the wall.

Soon he opened his eyes again, opened his lips lightly, and whispered a noun: "Space Distortion."

As it literally means, the space here has undergone a special change, which should be similar to some kind of overlapping state.

Mu thought about it for a while, and decided not to pay attention to these for the time being, and continued to walk inside.

Subtle footsteps came from the front, and a figure appeared at the corner of the passage. The other party seemed a little surprised to see other people here.

"Ms. Grace." Mu greeted.

"You are... a member of the Council of Elders, Mu?" Grace thought for a while, and quickly remembered the identity of the elf in front of her.

"That's right, it's me." Mu smiled and nodded lightly.

"Why did you come here?" Grace tilted her head slightly and asked curiously.

Although she is no longer the age of a girl, her every move is full of girlish aura.

"I have nothing to do, so I came here for a walk. I'm a little curious about the state of the opera troupe when they are performing an opera. Do you mind?"

"Ah, of course I don't mind." Grace smiled, "I don't have anything to do anyway, so I'll walk with you."

In the corridor, the two walked slowly and chatted about various topics.

As he spoke, the topic shifted to Donald under the silent guidance of Mu.

"He is very strict with every member of the opera troupe. Sometimes a single action can be repeated all morning. Many little girls couldn't hold on and chose to quit, but he still went his own way..."

Listening to Grace ramble about the big and small matters of daily life, Mu can really feel that the person in front of him is a woman who has been married for many years, not a girl.

"You love him very much." Mu said with a smile.

Elf's perception is very keen, and can judge whether a person's words come from the heart.

"Maybe." Grace smiled.

"Why?" Mu Wei was startled.

"Because even love can be played." Grace lowered her eyebrows, her smile disappeared at some point, and her words were calm with a bit of disappointment.

It's like standing alone by a dyed autumn pond, watching the dead trees and leaves by the pond, falling to the water surface with starting point ripples, the pond surface reflects the blue sky and dome, countless yellow leaves floating but not sinking, and finally only one sentence is exchanged, Autumn has come.