Chapter 220 (1/2)
The faces that disappeared in pain, the faces that were entangled and stabbed by vines, were bleeding and the beauty was destroyed.
Between heaven and earth, there is only wailing.
All this came so suddenly that no one would think that a small seed could cause such a disaster.
Snow lay in the arms of rain, holding a small animal with white fur dyed red by blood in her hand, which was her animal spirit.
”Leave, leave, leave here, live, live...”
The sound of snow is very weak, and the rain is howling in pain.
On the rain's shoulder, a small black beast is like a small black beast like a dog. The little beast bares its teeth and puts some light outside its body to resist the wild branches of the world tree.
”No! No! ”
The rain is roaring. As a young man, he doesn't understand parting, and he doesn't understand death.
”Snow, you wait for me, I haven't said that sentence, you...”
The sound of rain stopped, and he didn't go on, because snow had closed his eyes. Left peacefully with a smile. The snow's hand fell to the ground, and the young life disappeared. With his little beast, he slept in this land forever.
Even the powerful animal spirit messengers, even those adult messengers who can change into animals, no one can escape the attack of the growing roots and branches of the world tree.
This is the attack of the creator, not to mention the destruction of a world. Do not know the tired tree of the world, its branches stretch aimlessly towards the sky, and its roots are deeply inserted into the soil.
In just over a month, the world was in ruins. The world tree has also stopped spreading, because its roots have spread to any corner of the world, because it has enough blood. It is the watering of these blood that makes the growth of the world tree crazy.
The process from seed to tree of the world is completely out of instinct. At this time, the tree of the world is just a plant. It will have wisdom only when the new world is born, and the destruction of the world is only out of creative instinct.
The ruined world is gradually changing, and the messy land begins to recover its vitality a little bit. This is a process, a process of death and rebirth.
There was only one boy in the ruins, with a smile on his face. It was a desperate smile, and he walked aimlessly.
Behind him, a small black leopard like beast followed him. Perhaps it is this leopard that makes the boy feel less lonely.
The boy walked back and forth in the collapsed house. No one knew what he wanted to do, even himself.
”No?”
”No!”
”No!”
”No...”