Ark of the Immortal

But the way it looks now is that it is trembling slightly, and an emotion called fear is coming from the hilt of the sword.

If he were a person, I'm afraid what he has to do now is to kneel down in front of the immortal and pray for forgiveness.

Praying that I could feel even a moment of rage against his great body.

Faced with this situation, Shirter was also infected by Lewontin's fear.

She sensed the unknown fear of not being able to grasp the situation.

It was like she couldn't see clearly what kind of face the person in front of her looked like hidden under the armor.

Facing the silence of Shirter and Levantine, the undead man gently retracted his fingers.

From the recent contact, he had already understood the will conveyed by this sword called Levantine.

Although it was only a brief exchange, the undead could still feel the confusion and joy buried in fear from this sword.

It's like finding an old friend at the end of the world. Even though it was a demon that destroyed everything, he finally found his own kind.

And what about Steer, who controls this Lewontin?

What is her identity?

Shirter raised his head and looked at the undead man.

The look from under the deep helmet made her legs and feet weak.

Shirter certainly knew that this was the emotion conveyed by Lewontin, and it was also her will influenced by Lewontin.

Shirtel's connection to Lewontin runs deeper than she realizes.

They help each other, understand each other, and control each other.

The mere transmission of emotions is but a small influence in the interrelationship.

follow me.

The undead turned and left, this was not a good place to talk.

They need to change places and have a good talk.

Far away from the village, the undead didn't even have time to say hello to Rhode Island and the others.

Just because even the undead are very eager to find the connection between the two.

This is no ordinary relationship. The undead can feel the subtle similarities between the two.

Shirter said nothing, and she kept following the undead man.

On the top of a mountain at the junction of the borders of Minos and Sargon, the undead looked down on the land under the light of the stars and moon.

Where did you meet it from?

forgotten.

Shirter said.

When I came to my senses, Lewontin was already in my hands. We are closely connected, or we are one.

The undead man looked back at Shirter.

The girl's hair and the purple in her eyes are similar to Lewontin's color scheme, which may not be intentional on her part.

Or perhaps, Shirter is Lewondine's manifestation in the outside world.

But why does Shirter have his own consciousness?

Before the Immortal Man could continue to ask, Shirter continued to speak.

I've been searching. I've been searching since I woke up.

I have walked through the mountains and rivers of Terra, and I have forgotten where I have walked.

Those scenes that exist deep in my dreams and consciousness guide me to find them.

It was on this trip that I met Lewontin.

“It’s like a part of me, but with a completely different mindset.”

Shirter gently stroked the sword in his hand and spoke in a soft and soothing tone.

It gave me the strength to face the dangers of the wild, face the fears of ordinary people, and even have the power to fight against natural disasters.

Shirter wasn't kidding.

The concept of natural disaster should not have been so lightly described by Shirter as being able to fight against it.

But in Shirter's experience, she relied on Levantine countless times to cross the place where natural disasters occurred.

However, both it and I were very confused. It told me that it had a hometown, but that hometown has now quietly disappeared.

I can't understand the sadness of it because I haven't found my hometown either.

But we all have the same goal, which is the light that can be seen in the darkness.

Shirter stared closely at the undead man's chest.

She seemed to be trying to penetrate the armor and cast her gaze to the center of the undead body.

I can see that there is a burning flame in your body... No.

Shirter tilted her head. She seemed to be aware of the confusion, and then corrected her statement.

No, no, no...you are the flame.

The undead man turned around. He was just sorting out the information he had obtained.

But in all the memory fragments of the past, Lewontin or anyone related to him did not appear.

You mean, this.

He raised his hand, and light appeared.

A flame burned quietly in the undead's hand. Even if it is just a little spark, it has taken away all the light that belongs to the stars and the moon.

yes...

Shirter's eyes were unconsciously blinded by the flames. She stared, trying to find her own reflection in the flames.

Even Levantine, who had been carrying her behind her, softly let out a sword chant, which was a stable and harmonious response.

It was obvious that the Immortal Man could not understand, but he felt that Lewontin was speaking.

It said, what?

Shirter murmured.

We are born in darkness and seek fire. But fire, you are not blazing enough, not enough...

Along with Shirter's murmur, Lewontin also responded.

It buzzed, floated up from Shirter's back, and came to the side of the undead man.

The hilt of the sword touched the undead man's arm lightly, conveying the feeling of wanting to get close.

This was the first time Shirter had seen such a docile Lewontin.

The undead man responded with a touch, stroking the hilt of Lewontin's sword, which lit up the sword-shaped crystal inlaid on the hilt of Lewontin's sword.

Under the light of the flames, Lewondine's sword seemed to be ignited with flames.

But that flame is different from the first fire.

Manic, bursting, bright red.

There is no all-encompassing harmony, mixed with extremely strong aggression.

The undead man frowned slightly, and he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, feeling the nature of the flame.

In the brief contact, the undead man felt several different sources of power, as well as a consciousness buried deep in the sword.

Soul...humanity...strange.

The undead man thought for a while and exchanged Levantine to Shirter.

Shirter took Lewontin respectfully and held it in his hand.

Its consciousness is incomplete.

There is indeed a unique soul in the Levantine sword.

This soul is not a concept elaborated on the land of Terra, but a concept that existed in the Age of Fire.

It is the essence of human beings and the source of all living things.

And only a person who is strong enough can give birth to a formed soul in his body.

However, there is a similar soul in Levantine, which seems to be sealed inside by someone.

Moreover, the very nature of the soul is riddled with holes. It was as if he had gone through a fierce battle and been penetrated countless times, and now only a trace of clarity remained.

The Immortals can guarantee that it is impossible to develop weapons of this level with the forging techniques currently available on the Terra Continent.

In other words, Lewontin is a weapon that does not belong to this era.

But the undead have no clue.

He knew that Lewontin's closeness to him was no accident.

Maybe the producers absorbed some of the initial fire? Perhaps the creators wanted to model it after the First Fire.

But the nature of Levantine and Chuhuo are still quite different.

The distance between this is called the natural chasm.

So, we didn't meet by chance.

The undead man put away the first fire in his right hand, which also made Shirter's mind turn back.

The first fire disappeared from Shirter's eyes. She blinked and heard the voice of the undead again.

Yes.

The thing he has been looking for is right in front of him, and of course Shirte will not hide anything.

As long as there is a chance to reveal her past, she will not give up such an opportunity.

I can see you, even if I'm thousands of miles away, I can still see you.

Shirter thought for a moment and continued.

But, I couldn't see it before. It suddenly appeared some time ago, about... half a year ago?

Half a year ago, the immortal thought about it.

At that time, I should have been in Kjerag, and had just burned down the scroll world.

You went, Kjerag?

Um.

Shirter nodded.

I felt the aura there, so I went to Kjerag first, the Kjerag I arrived a month ago.

A gentleman who calls himself Silver Gray took me in and helped me take a look at the place where you left your breath.

Although I didn't find anything, I can see more clearly after I touch your traces.

Therefore, Shirter followed the traces left by the undead and tracked him to here.

What's next?

Shirte felt confused for a long time.

I followed the guidance and found the flame, but now nothing has changed.

The Immortal doesn't know what happened and can't give her answers or tell her who she is.

It was at this time that Levantine floated up slightly and knocked Shirter on the head.

Shirter looked at Lewondine, only to see Lewondine floating towards the undead man and stopping behind him.

It wants to follow me.

The undead felt Lewondine's desire, and Lewondine seemed to long for the First Fire. But he didn't want to do anything to Chu Huo, he just wanted to stay by Chu Huo's side.

Then, the undead man looked at Shirter.