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Chapter 13 Only We Will Find Answers About Death
The Logos people who climbed the mountain got lost.

In an instant, the original eight-member team was left with Yar and the wise man.

Despair gradually rose in his heart, and Yar could only rely on his biological instincts to move forward in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow show no sign of subsiding, it is like a hungry and manic beast, raging in the world, devouring all visible things.

The wise man's face was pale with cold, except for a little blush from the accumulation of blood on his cheeks.

His body was not as good as those of the hunters, nor was he as good as the younger and stronger Ar.

Hail fell from the sky, and the two of them were unable to dodge and move. The bones of the wise man's body were smashed to the point of pain. He groaned and fell forward.

Al quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wise man.

However, bad luck often comes suddenly and unexpectedly.

Yar reached out and grabbed the wise man, a huge hailstorm hit Yar's head precisely,

The inner core of the hailstone was a sharp stone. Yar's forehead burst and bled, his skin was broken, and his bones were exposed. He was dizzy for a while, and fell down together with the wise man.

wow.

wow.

Together with the falling snow, the bodies of Yar and the wise man rolled on the hillside. The high priest felt that his five senses suddenly became smaller, and there was only the clatter of the rolling in his ears, and everything else was hard to hear.

Death seemed to have been spying on them for a long time, and then played a trick and pushed them off the cliff with a hailstone.

The five senses gradually faded away, and the world in Yaer's eyes gradually dimmed, and he fell into a coma.

.....................

I do not know how long it has been.

"Wake up."

"Wake up... the high priest."

Under the shroud of darkness, Al heard faint voices.

The owner of that voice was weak.

In the haze, a cold feeling came from the heart, and Yaer woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes, and a cold stone wall appeared in his eyes.

I am in a cave somewhere.

"You're awake... High Priest."

Beside Yar, the wise man slowly let go of his breath.

The cave was shrouded in darkness, and outside the cave, the wind and snow blew up, tearing away the few rays of light that were already there.

Yar struggled to support his body, felt a faint pain in his right leg, and asked:

"…Where are we?"

"Somewhere in a cave..."

The wise man's voice was weak, and Yar smelled a bloody smell.

The taste had become dry and hard.

"After falling from there, we quickly rolled to a flat place and stopped. I dragged you and climbed in."

Hearing the weak voice of the wise man, the smell of blood at the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and Yar suddenly turned his head.

In the darkness, he saw the wise man's body leaning against the stone wall, with one hand pressing on the huge wound on his abdomen, and the other hand twisted in a strange posture, hanging dryly on the ground.

"You, you..."

The wise man smiled and said calmly:

"it hurts."

Al put his hands on the ground, struggling to get up.

"what!"

There was a tearing sensation in his right leg, and Yar wailed in pain.

The wise man was badly wounded, and he wasn't much better.

"I...how long have I been in a coma."

Al, who had recovered from the pain, asked in a trembling voice.

"One day and one night...it should be one day and one night, I...I have no concept of time."

The wise man was out of breath, and his tone was not impatient, but calm.

From his tone, Al suddenly felt something more terrible than pain.

The will to live is fading.

The wise man's face was pale, and he held his head up, barely supporting his whole body.

He was already haggard, and his eyelids were slowly closing.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Yar yelled eagerly.

The wise man stopped his movements, he was extremely weak, and looked at Yar from the darkness.

Those eyes were very calm.

"High Priest, death follows our tracks."

The wise man murmured.

"I know, I know, hold on..."

Al showed a childlike panic,
"Aren't you going to verify your answer?"

The wise man nodded stiffly, a movement that took a tremendous amount of strength from him.

"Hold on...we can go out after the wind and snow subsides."

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The next day, the wind and snow did not subside, but intensified.

Yar listened to the sound of the rumbling wind and looked at the blowing snow.

His spirit was slowly disintegrating, even though he tried his best to deny it and try to be firm, he couldn't reverse the torrent of despair.

death…

A death that baffles and dreads all Logosians.

Slowly approaching step by step.

He was frozen all over, and he even had the illusion that his blood was no longer flowing.

Rationality, which is usually proud, retreats and shrinks step by step under the approach of death.

Even rationality will be destroyed by the cold wind in front of him.

What will not be destroyed?

Yar couldn't stop the cold wind outside the cave, just as he couldn't stop the defeat of reason.

"Answers...we want answers..."

Al murmured feebly.

Huge hailstones slammed into the cave, and rushed into the cave with a crackling sound, and death mocked their self-control.

Answer…

Yar suddenly trembled.

A question that touched the depths of the soul emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"us…"

"Do you really need an answer?"

This is a question of Logos civilization.

Do we really need answers about death?
Beasts will die, and rational Logos people will also die. Death is the normal state of life.

Why do we Logos want an answer?

Yar tortured himself and the entire civilization in his heart.

death…

All the power of the Logos, all the wisdom of the whole kingdom put together, could not open the door of this grand proposition, nor even climb the steps.

We... are nothing but beasts.

Animals are born to die.

Yar was silent. Facing the endless wind and frost, he lowered his head and was slaughtered in front of the doomed death.

Just as the Logos cannot answer the question of death, so Arr cannot answer the question of civilization as a whole.

He chose silence, no longer seeking answers, and accepting the coming of death.

The only thing that can be heard is the wind.

The blizzard is like a hyena, biting everything it goes.

Despair is in every corner of the cave.

"Death is approaching..."

A feeble voice came from deeper inside.

The voice startled the silent Al.

The high priest turned his head slowly and saw the wise man.

He was dying.

"Come here, High Priest, come here. What did I see, what did I see..."

The wise man leaned against the wall with difficulty.

Yar dragged his body and came to the wise man disheartened.

"What do you see?"

Al asked in a low voice.

The high priest knew that the wise man might be hallucinating.

The wise man stretched out his hand as if to touch something, but he didn't touch anything.

His expression froze, froze straight.

"There's a hand I can't touch... Death is approaching, I can't touch it."

The wise man confided in a daze.

Yaer's heart was ashamed, and it wouldn't be long before the wise man in front of him would also despair.

He knew that the wise man had seen hallucinations before dying.

however…

"I can't touch it!"

The wise man tensed his whole body and shouted as if he had discovered a new world,

"I saw hallucinations! I saw a false phantom, and that was death!"

Yar froze, a force from the heart and even deeper completely awed him.

"It's there, High Priest, death is there, he's hesitating, I saw him, it's an illusion!"

The wise man utters a cry of excitement, a joy of possessing the whole world.

Yar's breathing suddenly became stagnant, and he stared at the wise man with wide eyes...

He wondered if wise men mistook dying visions for death itself.

But he could feel that an unparalleled force shook his whole body and mind from bottom to top.

Wise men claim to have seen the truth of death!
"Death hesitates."

Slowly, the wise man calmed down. The excitement just now seemed to be returning to the light. At this moment, he is far weaker than before, and he will die at any time.

"Death has been watching us for a long time, but he still hesitates... because I have seen the truth."

The wise man speaks in an uncharacteristically peaceful, almost monologue,

"High Priest, I know what you're hesitating. We're trying so hard to find the answer... because only our generation will call mountains 'mountains' and water 'waters'...Only we will search for answers about death The answer. Of the tens of thousands of beings in this world, only we are no longer a member of the beasts."

"Finding that answer isn't just for ourselves."

"And now...I verified my answer, I found my answer."

Yar stared at the wise man blankly.

There is great strength in that peace.

The wise man looked towards another place, as if there really was a person named "Death" slowly approaching there.

"Leave my last words to posterity."

The wise man begged, with the greatest strength, spit out the last words:
"Don't be afraid, don't panic..."

"Death is an illusion."

The voice fell.

Death no longer hesitated, and delivered a fatal blow at the most appropriate time.

The pupils in the eye sockets froze, the wise man's body slid back, and the flesh lost all vitality.

The wise man is dead.

Before he died, he had the truth he wanted.

(End of this chapter)