Each Time I Use The Primordial Spirit, I Will Resurrect One

The moon hangs in the sky, and the lonely desert is ravaged by sandstorms and cold winds.

When they arrived at the Tanit tribe, they found nine elders, proved their identities, and explained their intentions.

That's it.

The lonely desert at night became lively amid a roar.

Torches accompanied by the awakening sound of camel beasts illuminated the entire tribe.

The nine elders have a clear division of labor.

Each commanded his clansmen to drive away the brown-haired camels that were as strong as a hill, prepare

bags and food for the journey,

and distribute the remaining people and those who marched to Meru City.

In empty eyes.

The torches wielded by the people of the Tanit tribe as they kept moving around, just like the pink phantom of Babel busy at the moment.

He thought that if he took off Babel's gold and red silk now, he would surely see in her eyes the ambition that shone brighter than a torch.

Such ambitions.

It will not burn the energetic Tanit tribe like the old, closed, arrogant heart demon of the past.

Destroy Babel herself and make her degenerate into an unscrupulous woman.

Because of this ambition ....

It is called -

the Great Sage! Under one person, above ten thousand, the Great Sage who rules over the entire Meru!!"

Heulia

, who was holding hands and standing beside the void, asked weakly,

"Why... Say so. Sora

looked at Heuria, grabbed her snow-white hand, and reached for the bright moon.

"Because, I want everyone to have a good ending, including you." "

Since the resurrection, Heulia has appeared relatively closed, rarely speaking, and does not like to socialize with people.

She likes to stay in the small world to plant flowers and plants, and let the empty space take her out from time to time to breathe.

"I think that's the good ending for me. Heuria looked up at the overlapping hands of the two under the moon and hinted vaguely.

Apparently there is no expansion in this direction.

Accustomed to thinking about others, he thinks that this kind of life without freedom can hardly be called a good ending.

"Have you been feeling suicidal lately?"

Heruria puffed out her face in disappointment and replied frankly

, "I used to have, but I found that I couldn't do it under your care, so I gave up."

"And what if I let you go?" as he spoke, Sora tried to let go slowly.

"You're bothering me..." Heuria said gloomily.

Sora quickly took Heuria's hand.

"How come, I just want to see if your situation improves.

Heulia didn't think about it, and said softly: "It's not getting better."

"I still haven't figured out why I, who is so cowardly that everyone has betrayed my relatives, should survive." "

Didn't I say before, if you have to be meaningful, then it's better to live for me."

Heulia's delicate white eyes lit up slightly, and she said what she had always wanted to ask.

"If

you are a friend, or if you pity me, I will not be able to live for you." Empty

face froze: "What do you mean?" A

large blush appeared on Heulia's snow-white face, making her all white look particularly charming in the clear moonlight.

Seeing that she was not quite sure, she repeated the prompt with what she said: "I think this is a good ending for me." "

If Sora doesn't think it's good enough..." Heuria's

voice grew quieter.

"I hope you can explain the identity that gave me a good ending..."