Chapter 29 finale

The hands of the night grabbed him and wrapped the curse around him.The darkness of the portal sent him to even darker places.He lay and waited, knowing what terror was about to befall him.A voice called his name, a voice he knew and didn't want to hear.He gripped the amulet around his neck excitedly, knowing it would protect him, but it wasn't there!It was gone, and he knew that hands from the night had taken it.He struggled not to wake up, but also longed to end this gloomy dream that seemed to last his whole life.The voice was not angry with him, but so gentle, full of a kind of peaceful sadness.This is the voice of his father, scolding his disobedient son...

"Saryon..." "Be obedient, be obedient." Saryon muttered. "Be obedient and obedient." That voice was very sad. "Our most sacred commandment. And you have forgotten it, child. Wake up, Saryon, and let us help you out of the darkness that surrounds you." "Yes! Yes, help me!" Saryon stretched out his hand, felt someone catch his hand, and clenched it tightly.When he opened his eyes, he thought in a daze that he would see his father, the gentle wizard who could hardly remember, but what the Catalyst Saints saw was Bishop Vanya. Saryon gasped and struggled to sit up.He still vaguely remembered that he was tied up, so he hurriedly tried to shake off the rope, only to find that he was only trapped by the sweet-smelling bed sheet.Bishop Vanya gestured, and a young druid stepped forward to hold down the berserk Catalyst Saint, carefully pushing him back on the bed.

"Don't be nervous, Father Saryon." Druid said kindly. "You've suffered enough. But now that you're home, everything will be fine... as long as you let us help you." "I—I'm not—not Saryon." The Catalyst Saint shivered, looking around as the druid adjusted the cool pillow beneath him. He was not imprisoned in a dark and terrifying dungeon, nor surrounded by black-robed figures, as he had dreamed.The room he was in was sunny and full of blooming flowers.He knew this place... home, the druid had said.Yes, Saryon thought, with a sense of peace and relief, and tears welling up in his eyes.yes, I'm home!in holy mountain...

"My child." Bishop Vanya's voice was tinged with deep sadness and disappointment, causing tears to roll down Saryon's face, a face that was unfamiliar and belonged to someone else. "Stop letting lies like this further pollute your soul. Its rot is spreading from your heart to your body. It's poisoning you. Look here. I want you to meet someone." Saryon turned his head and saw a person walking into his line of sight. "Saryon." Bishop Vanya said. "I want you to meet Father Dunstable, the real Father Dunstable." Saryon swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and closed his eyes.It's all over.This is his end.He can't do anything now, all he can do is protect Joram.He will protect him, even if it means sacrificing his own life.After all, this life is only worth so much, he thought desperately.There's only so much... even his gods have abandoned him...

He heard murmured voices, and vaguely felt that Bishop Vanya seemed to have sent the druid and the saint away.Saryon didn't know exactly what happened, and he didn't care.The Bishop is now calling for Duke Xis.he thought.It is said that they have the ability to see through people's thoughts, see through the flesh and blood, drill into the skull and find out the truth; it is said that if they resist, they will suffer severe pain.It seemed that I would not survive.Thinking of this, he felt relieved for a while, and suddenly felt impatient, because nothing had happened yet.Go ahead.He was silent, thinking a little annoyed.

"Deacon Saryon." Bishop Fanya spoke, and the Catalyst Saints were a little surprised when they heard their former titles.He was also surprised to hear the sad tone of the bishop's next words. "I want you to tell me where to find that young man, Joram." what!Saryon was waiting for this.He shook his head firmly.Now they're coming, he thought. However, there was only silence next.He heard Vanya's rich silk robe rustle as he moved his body on the chair.He heard the bishop's slow, labored breathing.Saryon suddenly realized that this was the breathing sound of an old man. He had never thought that the bishop was already an old man.But he himself has reached middle age, and Van Ya was already middle-aged when Saryon was still a young man.The bishop must have been, er, seventy, or eighty?The surroundings are still silent, but disturbed by the sound of breathing from time to time...

Saryon cautiously opened his eyes.The bishop was looking at him, sizing him up meaningfully, as if unable to decide what course of action to take.The Catalyst Saint could now see the elder clearly at a close distance, and saw other traces of time on that face.Strange that he had only seen the bishop once not so long ago.How long, a year?in less than a year.Was it only a little time since Van Ya went to find him in Warren's shabby hut?It feels like centuries... Seems like those centuries have made the Bishop what he is. Saryon sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and stared at Van Ya.He had only seen the bishop tremble once in his life, and that was during the test of the little prince.Joram's testing ritual, when they discovered he was the living dead.Now Saryon observed the elder closely, and saw the same expression as at that time—worried, concerned... no, more than that.and fear...

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?" Saryon asked. "You lied to me! I know now, for months. Tell me the truth! I have a right to know! In Emin's name." Catalyst Saint suddenly shouted.He sat up straight and held out his trembling hand. "I should know the truth! I almost went crazy!" "Calm down, priest." Bishop Vanya said sharply. "Yes, I lied to you. But there was nothing I could do. I lied because I made Emin my strongest and most powerful oath to keep this terrible secret from anyone. But now I I want to tell you, let you understand the seriousness of the situation, and then help us remedy the crisis."

Saryon lay back on the pillow in bewilderment, his gaze still not moving away from Vanya's face.He doesn't trust this man.How can you trust him?From what he had seen, though, there was no sign of cover-up, nor of deceit.All he saw was a plump old man, with a pale face and sagging cheeks, with one plump hand nervously crawling up and down the arm of a wooden chair. Bishop Fanya trembled and took a deep breath. "Long ago, at the end of the terrible Iron Wars, there was chaos in the land of Simharon. You know this, Saryon. You read the history. I don't need to go into details. It was then that we catalyzed the consciousness of the saints To our ranks had the opportunity to gain - and eventually did gain - control of a world that was torn apart. We could use our own power to hold this world to pieces together. Every city-state would continue on the surface The exercise of autonomy must be under our supervision and guidance. Du Kexi is our eyes and ears, our brothers and sisters.

"In this, we succeeded. Hundreds of years of peace. Until now." He sighed heavily, shifting restlessly in his chair. "Sarraken! Those idiots! The catalyst saints of apostasy are preaching everywhere, preaching that they want to get rid of the tyranny of their own order! The king and the demon craftsmen who have mastered the dark craft..." Saryon felt himself burning with shame.This time it was his turn to stir restlessly in the bed, but he still did not take his eyes off the Bishop. "Usually." Van Ya waved his chubby hand. "This is not something we can't handle. There have been such disturbances in the past, although they are not as serious as this time, but we rely on Duke Xisi, Dikon Duke and other mages in the combat field to deal with this kind of thing. But this time... this time it's different. There's another factor involved... another factor."

Fan Ya kept silent again, his inner struggle was shown on his face and in the movements of his whole body.He frowned, clasping the arm of the chair tightly with his hands, his knuckles turning white. "What I am about to tell you, Saryon, is not recorded in history." Saryon tensed up. "In order to better rule the world, the Catalyst Saints during the Iron War era managed to see the future. There is no need and no time to describe to you how it was done. That is a lost skill. Maybe—" Van Ya continued a sigh. "It's better like this. Anyway, the bishop and the only surviving sage at that time used that powerful magic to directly contact Emin. The magic succeeded, Saryon." Van Ya whispered in awe. "The bishop was able to see the future. It was a future that he could not have predicted, that no one could have predicted. The following words were spoken by him to the members of the order who surrounded him, and they were shocked. "'Among the descendants of the royal family will be born a man who has no magic power, but will survive, and when he faces death again and survives to return, he will hold the end of the world in his hands—'" These words meant nothing to Saryon.It was as if he heard a story told by the family mage before going to sleep.He looked at the bishop, but the bishop didn't say anything, but focused on looking at Saryon, waiting for the impact of these words to burst from his heart, and did not intend to put pressure on him from the outside.The bishop knew that only in that way could the most powerful effect be created. Indeed.When Saryon understood, it was as if a sword had been stabbed in his body, and the blade pierced his body and pierced his soul. Descendant of royalty... utterly powerless... survived... faced with death again... the end of the world... "The name of Emin!" Saryon choked.The sword that stabbed him might be some iron sword that was sucking the life out of him. "What have I done? What have I done?" he cried in despair.Saryon suddenly jumped out of hope.He is lying!He's lied to me before... But there was no sign of deceit on Vanya's face.There was only fear—undisguised, real fear. Saryon groaned. "What have I done?" he wailed bitterly. "There is nothing to regret in the world!" Fan Ya shouted hastily, leaning over to grab the hand of the catalyst saint. "Hand over Joram! You must! Never mind how it happened, but the prophecy is being fulfilled! He was born the undead, but he's alive. Now he has the Dark Stone—a piece made by dark crafts The weapons produced will eventually destroy our world!" Saryon shook his head. "I don't know." He cried intermittently. "I do not want……" Bishop Fanya's face turned an ugly red from anger, and he clenched his chubby hands tightly in frustration and anger. "You idiot!" he cried angrily, his throat breaking. Right now, Saryon thought horrified.Now he was going to call the wizard.will i tell themCan I betray him, even at this point? However, Fan Ya restrained himself again, but it was obvious that he was suppressing his anger.He took a few deep breaths, forced himself to loosen his fist, and even tried to smile at the catalyst saint, but that smile was more like a dead man's stiff smile. "Saryon," he said falsely. "I know why you protect this young man, it's admirable. Loving and helping fellow beings is what Emin brought us into this world. I swear, Saryon, in the name of the Holy One, in the name of faith , this young man will not be executed." The bishop's flushed face was stained with other colors, showing a little paleness. "Actually." He murmured, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his cuff. "How could he be put to death? 'Die again.' That's what the prophecy says. We have to keep him alive. That's what we care about…" Saryon wasn't so nervous anymore. "That's right!" he said to himself. "Yes, indeed. Joram must not die! He must live—" "When he was a baby, I already planned to do so." Van Ya stared at Saryon and said softly. "He would have been looked after and guarded and sheltered. But that poor, insane woman..." He stopped, and caught his breath. Saryon's face lit up, and he looked up to the sky. "Above Emin!" The Catalyst Saint called softly, with two lines of tears rolling down his face. "Forgive me! Forgive me!" Saryon buried his head in his hands and began to weep, feeling the darkness pouring out of his soul, cleansing his soul as Zeldalar cleanses a boil and releases its ichor. Bishop Vanya laughed.He got up and went to the bed and sat down beside the weeping Catalyst Saint.He put his arms around Saryon and hugged him. "You are forgiven, child," the bishop reassured gently. "You are forgiven...then, tell me..."