Chapter 335 Dead Sun, Fractured Time
Saint Camp — West Bank of Elyndar, a place where history and myth intertwine.
End of Chaos Era, Year 990
The desert wind caressed the tent where Sheena rested, whispering gently as if trying to divulge forgotten secrets. However, this wind was unlike any she had experienced before; it carried tales from a dark and mysterious era, harboring secrets within each breath. This air felt ancient, its earthy scent foreign and evocative, reminiscent of footsteps in a world not yet fully realized.
In the distance, the rustling wind conveyed secrets that eluded comprehension, as if this universe held grim memories from a long-gone time, stirring a profound sense of mystery within her.
Aphrodhite sat beside her, offering a plate of fresh wild fruits and a glass of clear, refreshing water. The face of the Saint woman was warm, but a weight lingered in her eyes, like an unspoken burden casting a shadow over her smile.
"How are you feeling today?" she asked softly, her voice flowing like a soothing stream.
Sheena nodded, "Better," she replied, despite the ache in her legs and the heaviness in her head, filled with haunting shadows of thought.
Surrounding them, the shadows of the Saints moved slowly, bound by a mystical force that seemed to weave the night into a cohesive whole, creating an atmosphere that was both calming and enigmatic, like the pages of a book poised to reveal ancient stories.
However, a heavier awareness began to grow within her mind. This was not just a few centuries into the past; it was... far too distant.
That night, as the Saints gathered around the campfire, Sheena sat alone near an ancient tree that evoked a sense of emptiness and isolation. She gazed up at the expanse of the dark sky, where the Black Sun—the ominous dark star—still hovered on the western horizon, unmoving as if challenging the passage of time itself. Unlike an ordinary sunset, its dark light continued to bleed into the heavens like an open wound, creating a haunting contrast that stirred feelings of profound uncertainty within her.
In that moment of silence, the night breeze whispered softly, carrying a melancholic aura that pierced her heart. Somber notes resonated through the stillness, signaling that darkness was more than mere absence of light; it symbolized lost hope, cast far away within the hidden corridors of time, filled with memories long buried and forgotten.