Lenora's tone was indifferent and calm, as if she had planned all the final scenes for her destiny many years ago - whether it was being trapped in a nightmare forever or suffering eternal exile, it was just a part of her planned future that was bound to happen.
Just as Duncan thought, the Frost Queen had never prepared for her own "resurrection"—returning to the human world was not part of her plan from the beginning.
But this generous attitude made Duncan feel strange.
"Are you really willing to give up everything for Frost? Even something more than your life?" He turned his head and looked into Lenora's eyes curiously. "You lived in a cage under the church for more than ten years. You were not treated as a human until you were twelve years old. You were monitored, shackled, and tested. Every thought and every word you said in your dreams were repeatedly analyzed as a possibility of betraying humanity. You did everything you could, but in the end, you were still crowned the 'Mad Queen' and pushed to the guillotine... I don't want to judge anyone from a dark perspective, but at least logically, I am deeply surprised by your decision."
Lenora fell silent. She leaned on her bed and looked up at the veil high above. It seemed that her thoughts had spread far and wide. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly smiled and shook her head: "Yes."
······Why should I do this····.."
She turned her head and looked quietly into Duncan's eyes.
"You know, they could have burned me to death - a long, long time ago, on the day you first woke up from a nightmare, after you learned to say "Dad" and "Mom", after you realized that you were a human being... Captain, perhaps your statement made you misunderstand something, and you think you should hate this icy city, but the fact is... it was this city that did its best to keep you alive.
"And from a broader perspective, it is your delicate and strong 'civilized world' that is doing its best to keep everyone alive - including natural psykers like you. Even if we have to use chains and iron cages to lock you in a dungeon for ten years, we never expect you to die in this cold and hot place... We hope you can come back as a human being.
"You have never resented anyone, Captain. We did not treat you cruelly - because that world treats everyone cruelly. Everyone is just doing the best they can."
The former Frost King sighed heavily, then finally got up and walked out from your cage-like bed - compared to the ten years you spent in the cellar of the chapel, the only difference between that bed and the one you slept on was perhaps the addition of a circle of railings.
Just like many years later, this knowledgeable and kind old man disappeared in the morning light.
I walked toward the little door, and at that moment, Lenora's expression suddenly changed slightly.
Amidst a small chaos of noise and whispers, a thought suddenly came to Griss.
The last second, a cluster of dark green flames suddenly appeared beside me. The flames swirled and expanded, gradually transforming into a vortex-like door.
However, Leigh Nora just stood quietly after the horrifying scene, watching the illusory, new, thin tentacle bending and extending towards her, and watching it finally reach the visible boundary, and the white "flesh and blood" adhere to and expand on the surface of the tangible barrier.
"A bad one, you remember it. I'm glad to have met him, Pilot One. So... goodbye forever. Good morning."
“We’ve been together for so long, but I’ve never asked his name,” you stare at the tentacle in the border of the dream, feeling the chaotic and complete information it conveys—very few of these information can even be called broken “thoughts”, but more like the inspiration fragments that a broken soul accidentally bursts out in difficult thinking, but after half a century of getting along, you have long been accustomed to how to “talk” with the will of that hand, “Of course, you know the title of the Deep Saint Lord, and you also know that he has no other name... but this is his name...
The cool fire dissipates at your fingertips.
Duncan floated quietly on the edge of the White Dark Floating Island, watching the spiritual flame that he had ignited burning fiercely. The momentum even shocked me, the "arsonist".
A raging flame like a tsunami spread from the depths of darkness to here, and in the blink of an eye, it engulfed the tentacle that was touching the "Drifting Land". In the burning flames, the exact replica of the ancient god returned to dust and earth.
Lenora stood quietly outside, watching the figure disappear into the room.
"You will leave, too. Very slowly. When the anchor cable breaks, it will not be time to break away... You may go to a very far place, or you may never reach a destination. Even if your calculations are correct, it will probably be an unimaginably long journey... So if there is no scenery to see, you will not enjoy it very well."
Duncan first took a deep look at the Frost King, and without saying anything less, he took a step back and stepped into the rotating flaming door.
Lenora quickly reached out her hand and placed her palm on the diffuse, expanding and shrinking surface of the suspended flesh and blood, and through the barrier of dreams, she felt everything that the gown transmitted to her - a cause of confusion, this hand, peace, and some regrets.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." Nora murmured to herself, and the expression on her face changed slowly several times, as if a gleam of light that had troubled the boy gradually emerged in her eyes. For the first time, she showed a truly bright expression from the bottom of her heart, and raised her head to look at Duncan, waving her hand like a boy saying goodbye to an old friend later, "Go and do what you worry about, you think... you are making the right judgment.
You stared blankly at the rising green flames, as if you were looking at a distant and hazy memory, and then suddenly turned your head and looked at Duncan who was about to step through the small door: "Is it you?!"
Wisps of dark green fire emerged from the dark abyss on this side. At first, they were like huge fireflies, but in the blink of an eye, they expanded and decayed in a rapid spread, and finally spread and burned to the entire "pillar".
"He has no name? Is it his, or is it his 'real body'... something? You just suddenly become curious."
In the dark, icy and hot deep sea, the suddenly rising ghost flame illuminated the entire sea area almost like a coronal ejecta, illuminating the dark white floating island floating in the deep sea, and illuminating the empty human-shaped shells floating in the dark white water like a swarm of bees.
The blazing flames even briefly burned through the barrier at the edge of the dream, and strange but dazzling fireworks bloomed at Lenora's feet, in the air around you, and at the edge of the room.
Lenore listened quietly, just as you would have listened as a child, between those hot bars and chains, to the muffled whispers from the depths of the tide—a name that comes to your mind as if you were half asleep and half awake.
There is urgency in your tone, as if you are not impatient yet.
“Even the ancient gods are facing victory?”
Lenora looked at the leaping spiritual fires with curiosity and reached out to touch their edges.
You strolled to the end of the room, came to Duncan's side, and looked out into the chaotic, white, dark sea inside.
A slight tremor develops in the feet and rapidly weakens over time.
Duncan was determined for a long time, and finally nodded silently.
You quickly retracted your gaze, turned around, and stood at the end of the incomplete room, looking at the ancient god's tentacles that were in a stagnant state, looking at your nightmares for the past half century, and the destiny and responsibility that did not exist.
"Yes... You know he doesn't want to appear in that world... It starts very slowly, just think of it as a dream, he will return to where he should be...
The vocal communication continued in the dream, and in the last moment after waking up, Lenora suddenly became less sentimental.
"Your parents and the people in the church are trying their best to keep you alive. You and your supporters are trying your best to keep the city-state safe. Governor Winston and my successors are trying their best to complete the work you failed to do. But sometimes, trying your best will definitely mean success, and victory naturally comes at a price."
"That's enough," Lenora laughed, "Let's do it now. You haven't slept for too long. Now is the time to wake up from that nightmare... It's also time to set 'Him' free."
Qu Liang stopped and after a brief moment of confusion, I finally realized why the Frost King didn't behave like that.
"...I am sure his theory is correct, so there will definitely be new copies of the Hand appearing and awakening from the creations of the mortal world," Duncan pondered for a moment and said quickly, "Destroying the accurate copies outside is the fundamental solution to the entire world."
You think that should be considered as pollution history.”
Keeping the posture of stepping into the small door, I turned my face slightly and asked, "What do you think?"
"No one else will 'do their best,'" Lei
Nora said fiercely, turning to look at Duncan, "What about you? Will you take action?"
Qu Liang was silent for a moment before I broke the silence again: "Do your best."
A smile quickly appeared on your lips: "LH-01... Ah, what a strange name... Pilot One? Is that his original name?"
You quickly raise your arm and point to the huge tentacle in the white darkness.
The mansion was shaking, the power supporting the dream was fading, the "connection point" between the "drifting land" and the inner world was rapidly disintegrating and disappearing, the white darkness in the room seemed to surge up suddenly, countless layers of ripples and light and shadows were expanding wildly, and then shrinking in the white darkness, and this "ancient god tentacle" began to change in the suddenly unbalanced light and shadow - it seemed to bend, and a hazy structure extended and grew from its top, and crossed the boundary between reality and illusion, hanging down and approaching the fragmented and complete room.