Section 1

The party was not until midnight, and people began to leave one after another. People who were having fun seemed to squander all their long-term stored enthusiasm and restlessness. They walked back to the camp slowly in groups, humming songs or talking about interesting things at the party.

Sauron and Furong also walked back to the camp with their hands in a scattered crowd. The girl had a great time today, and she spent almost all her time dancing. The energy was so full that Sauron was a little surprised. After drinking a considerable amount of sweet wine, she was in a bit drunk. Her long silver hair set off her slightly red face, which made her look particularly charming.

It was already midnight when the two returned to the camp. Under the starry night, the camp quickly became immersed in silence. At the girl's insistence, the two of them sat quietly at the door of the tent, allowing the evening breeze with the breath of grass and the sound of insects to gently caress their faces.

This is a wonderful feeling. In this quiet and peaceful night, the two of them snuggled up to each other, without saying a word, they can clearly feel each other's hearts - people's understanding of happiness is always different, and for the two of them at this moment, happiness is so simple and real.

The girl leaned in Sauron's arms, perhaps because of her drunkenness, and she looked a little sleepy. She hugged Sauron's arms tightly. The girl closed her eyes and hummed an unknown song. The song was ethereal and lively, and it spread to the distance with the evening breeze until the distant void, and the void was no longer empty.

The language in the song did not belong to humans, but was closer to the language used by some ancient elves. From several special affixes that appeared, Sauron could vaguely feel the resonance of spiritual energy. He listened quietly to the girl's singing, and his heart was quiet. Even the pain brought to him by the endless flames deep in his soul was relieved. The song was like a mysterious magic. When Sauron immersed his mind in the song, he seemed to be able to see a beautiful fairyland, where countless creatures lived in it, enjoying everything given to them by the paradise. Everything seemed so beautiful and peaceful that people couldn't help but yearn for it.

"The Secret Realm of the Holy Spirit..." Sauron whispered to himself, and he couldn't help but think of the existence that had made him think about for a long time - the source of divinity.

As his mind moved, the original fire in the depths of Sauron's soul became restless. His dark and depressing power surged, instantly dispelling the ethereal feeling that brought the singing to him, without any trace. The cold night breeze blew by, mixed with the low cry of grass and insects and the rustling of leaves, Sauron breathed a sigh and shook his head slightly.

He glanced at the girl in his arms and found that she had fallen asleep quietly, as if she was afraid that Soren would leave. She hugged Soren tightly, and a few strands of soft silver hair on her forehead scattered on her slightly red face, making her look so beautiful. Soren gently brushed her fingers across her face, and the touch between her fingers was soft and warm, which made him feel at ease.

He raised his head and stared at the deep night sky. His power was so powerful under the dark night. But at this moment, Sauron felt a little tired inexplicably. He wanted to fall asleep with his beloved person so that all the persistence and pain would go with the wind.

But he couldn't do it, and some choices could not be changed once they were made. Since he had embarked on such a path, he had no choice but to look back. He knew that all this was the price he had dealt with.

"Repent?" Sauron asked in his heart, "After savoring the taste of happiness, are you so weak that you begin to get tired of this endless torment?"

Soren was speechless and fell into long-term contemplation. The restless and suppressed power slowly spread out from him with his chaotic thoughts, covering the surrounding camps. Gradually, the surroundings became silent. Many people who had already fallen asleep either frown or showed pain and fear, just because they had fallen into a nightmare without realizing it.

"Soren...Soren..." A whisper like a whisper came. This voice was so familiar that it pulled Sauren out of his contemplation, and the power he unconsciously dissipated also disappeared at the same time.

He looked down and the girl in his arms was still sleeping. She hugged Sauron tightly, with a trace of uneasiness on her face, and several lines of tears were clearly visible in the moonlight.

"Soren..." She murmured in her sleep, praying in her voice, "Don't leave me."

Sauron choked up. At this moment, he no longer cared about those obsessions that were entangled in his heart. He suddenly realized that compared to those principles and ideas of nothing, nothing is more important than protecting those who love him deeply. Even if his desire for revenge has been filled for more than ten years, it is far less than this.

It is when revenge conflicts with protecting one's love, how to choose? For a long time, Sauron has been avoiding this cruel and sharp problem intentionally or unintentionally, because he did not have the courage to face it directly to this day.

Soren suddenly realized that the past was over and could not be restored again, and it was not worth sacrificing more for what had been lost; and the root of the hatred that had been supporting him for a long time was actually his fear of losing again, and his persistence in protecting the person he loved deeply - although at the beginning, he didn't know what he had to lose, nor did he know who he could protect.

This is hatred. When the layers of repeated appearances are stripped away, it is essentially the path that Sauron chose to pursue the deepest desire in his heart, but not the desire itself; and all the conspiracy, killing and destruction that accompany it is just a means to eliminate obstacles on the way forward.

In an instant, Sauron felt an unspeakable brilliance, the whole world became clearer and more real in his eyes, and his own sense of existence became more obscure. From now on, he was above hatred - he faced hatred and accepted hatred, but his heart would never be disturbed by hatred. The dark golden pupils in his eyes appeared silently, becoming sharper and deeper than before. Sauron felt his power once again transforming to a higher level, just like the vow he made when he completed the test of life and death: all the hatred, pain and disasters in the world turned into his power, becoming the coldest and most powerful blade in his hand.

Sauron looked at the girl who was still sleeping in his arms, his eyes were full of tenderness. Although the golden knife eyes were still revealed for a long time, no trace of cold pressure was revealed. All the power was perfectly restrained by him. He narrowed his eyes, and the black flames quietly ignited behind him, turning into a pair of huge dragon wings, surrounding the two of them in the middle. The flames leaping on the dragon wings were strange and mysterious under the silver moonlight.

In the dragon wings, Sauron bent down and gently pressed himself and the girl's forehead together, murmured with ancient and mysterious spells. With a faint magic wave, strands of dark blue light escaped from his body, and then seemed to be pulled, and silently penetrated into the girl's body.

That is Sauron's spirit, the origin of his power and soul. After the purification of the fire of Sauron's original source, the pure spirit without any impurities was extracted from his soul by him, gently injected into the girl's body, silently nourishing her spirit and body. This method is undoubtedly a luxury. The spirit infused into the girl's body is equivalent to the sum of the souls of dozens of adult wizards or hundreds of Muggles. Even for a existence like Sauron, such a large number of pure spirits are precious.

However, in Sauron's opinion, such efforts are completely worth it for the people he cherishes. Just as in his training for Harry not long ago, he also injected a huge amount of spirit into Harry to support him in the transformation of his soul and power. However, the spirit that he forcibly plundered from the entire forest around him, and the price paid was that the body was cremated into nothingness by the original source - although it was part of his plan, the risks and pain that ordinary people could not imagine in the process were real.

When the girl was completely in a peaceful sleep under the comfort of the spirit, Soren carefully placed her on the bed in the bedroom and carefully covered her with a quilt. He quietly watched the girl in her sleep for a while, then turned around and left the bedroom and walked outside the tent. It was late at night, and under the dark and deep sky, Soren felt unprecedentedly good - he saw through the hatred in his heart, but this did not mean that he had forgotten the hatred. On the contrary, he relieved the confusion in his heart, so Soren could use his cold and powerful power more freely.

Soren is still Soren. His heart is cold and hard as steel. He can defend his happiness with the pain and death of others without mercy. This is how he is. From beginning to end, his tenderness is only reserved for those he cherishes - but there are not many people he cherishes in this world.

In the cold and wet evening breeze, Fuberto'er flew silently and landed on his shoulders. Sauron gently stroked its smooth feathers, allowing the phoenix to peck at his ears intimately.

"What a wonderful night, isn't it?" Sauron said to himself leisurely, and then, along with the phoenix on his shoulder, turned into black mist, dissipating silently in the void...

PS: I am really busy recently. The objective conditions really do not allow the doctor to think and write. The doctor apologizes here.

New Year's Day is here, I wish all readers a happy New Year, all the best, and happiness for the whole family.
Chapter completed!