Lord of the Silver Crow

Yago looked at the sight of flesh and blood roots running through the towers, and stretched out his palm:

"In a world where order has collapsed, the so-called ability of time has become very tasteless."

In his own voice, he shook his head.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence.

In the present world, in a world where the "past" and "future" no longer exist, the power of time can no longer be used to travel through different eras.

only left with......

Able to envelop all kinds of influences, even cognition, concepts and the like, indulge in this silver condensed blood.

The silver blood itself is the "time" for activation.

Even if the river of time has collapsed, the blood of silver can be used as fragments and can be embedded in any era.

Including now.

now think of it.

He glanced at his palm.

The existence of the blood of silver, or the "blood of time" itself, will affect the entire age.

As the time of activation, the blood of silver will affect all time fragments and era ruins.

He was swallowed by "Elsa" or "Elte", and his consciousness sank into the blood of silver.

However, after I was swallowed and my consciousness sank into the blood of silver...

Yago recalled everything he had experienced.

The place that was originally vague has now become clear.

Not because of forgetting, but because of "nonexistence."

Or in other words, it wasn't originally the case.

Memories are like dreams, specious.

Just as he said to "Ms. Tower".

The nightmare intertwined by shadows and dreams has shaped a false and real past, connected with the present, and this collapsed era.

And in the past that I don't know how much was changed by the devil, in that nightmarish script, everything I experienced became a reality.

It's "fiction", but in this fantasy world, it's also real.

That's why I can appear in the "past".

His fingers drew two arcs in the air, causing the silver crow on his shoulder to turn his eyes slightly:

"what is this?"

"clue."

Yago responded, but did not explain.

One is what he experienced, from his role as "Diago Claurido Fast" until being swallowed by that one.

One is that he uses "Fast II" to reproduce the past actions woven from dreams and shadows. When he realizes that the past is a shadow and a world woven by dreams, he exiles himself to time with the power of silver blood Beyond that, get out of the dream and shadow, until the nightmare disappears and returns.

One is a solid line.

One is a dashed line.

And the node of the two lines is the "Elsa".

Or it is "Elti", the ancestor of the Fast family.

However, he seems to have made a mistake.

No, it should be said that one event, if another standard is used to find the trajectory, it can be combined into another clue.

That is.....

The point of whether "Silver Blood" is combined with his consciousness.

After all, he can remember one thing clearly.

That is when he woke up as "Diago Claurido Fast", he found step by step on this "solid line" that his consciousness was not attached to the blood of silver, but with Another state, the kind of posture that will change with changes in the environment.

What is that thing?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but condense the blood of silver again.

He vaguely remembered what he had done before.

There is something in the tower at the end.

He looked at the blood-colored tentacles that strung together the towers and sceneries like the branches of trees.

If he guessed correctly, there is more than one "Master Lu".

Each of these "Master Lu" has a different plan.

With the flick of the finger, the flowing silver turned into a mask.

Looking at the mask, Yago suddenly laughed:

"Personality mask, shadow, self-nature, acting, social psychology is a better place for Jungian theory than analytical psychology."

"Psychological plasticity is very strong. It is the biggest mistake in itself to study the individual's psychology in isolation by isolating foreign objects."

After speaking, the mask in his hand collapsed and returned to blood flowing like mercury, which melted into his limbs:

"Then we should go, Ms. Ta."

Yago lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and his gaze fell on one of the tall towers surrounded by several scenes.

The silver crow on his shoulder nodded when he heard the sound, and along with Yago, it turned into a galaxy-like silver brilliance on the spot.

.......

The places where the tentacles of the blood-colored vines spread are all showing up as substantive things.

The towers, the mirror worlds that were united by the towers, gradually turned into substantive things under the spread of blood, turning into real flesh and blood.

In his memory, the night scene in the place he was familiar with should have been very gloomy.

From time to time, the crows or other birds' calls echoed.

A man stood on the spot, looking at this dilapidated town shrouded in blood, and the rather strange ruins, with a look of doubt and confusion.

This place, he is familiar but unfamiliar.

Taking a deep breath, the man looked back and took off his jacket.

No, it should be said that it is the skin on the body.

A group of faintly humanoid creeping flesh and blood stood in place.

Then, the weird flesh and blood opened the suitcase that seemed to be made up of countless faces, took out a skin bag, and put it on his body.

After finishing the set, the flesh-and-blood monster who had turned into a human female figure seemed to think of something and whispered:

"Ah... come to think of it, I am...professional, I am... the'stitcher'"

"But, this shouldn't be my name."

"what is my name?"

"What is it?"

In a daze, she looked at the distant sky.

The blood-colored giant, the blood-colored giant that looked like a nodule, a seed, and an egg, came into her vision.

A familiar feeling of intimacy made her take a step forward.

Yes, it is there.

She wants to go back.

Otherwise, the wizard will be punished.

With a trance consciousness, the flesh-and-blood monster wrapped in a woman's skin staggered and moved with an unstable movement.

......

The silver streamer of Yago's incarnation stopped in the sky.

His sight fell on the "earth".

The ever-expanding physical world.

The phantom world shrouded in endless mist turned into a real earth.

The land of flesh and blood.

And from this land, one figure after another "grows" out.

How do you say it is like a flower? fruit?

Or maybe...worm eggs.

As the huge scarlet vines cracked open, people and monsters grew out of them:

"It's really a curious scenery."

"Well, but the mood hasn't fluctuated...tsk, isn't he a normal person anymore? What a pity."

Yago had a smile on his face.

I found the clue.