Hearing Uku's prayer, Famas refused without hesitation. During the period when Munata and Kanreya were at their strongest, the old grass god who guarded the earth, Jin, and Famas were just mediocre.
Defeated the combined armies of Tianli and the Demon God, forcing Tianli to personally take action and impose divine punishment.
Famas, who fled back to Munata, smashed several nails of cold weather dropped by Heavenly Law, controlled the plague and curse spreading in the country, connected the earth's veins, and prevented the city from sinking and shattering. Exhausted, he was optimistic and worked hard to maintain Mu Na.
In the operation of Nata, from time to time, he makes some dark humorous jokes with the King's Hand who is loyal to him.
But a defeated king is not exactly a king anymore.
The people who suffered from the plague and curse began to resist the rule of Famas, and then he was pressed and beaten by Morax who suddenly appeared.
But now, Famas no longer has enough power to fight against the law of heaven again, unless...
The seven gods gather together.
"Well...punishment and judgment will lead to the loss of the gift of the sky, and all vitality will come to an end...annihilation, ice and snow..."
When the world is penetrated by long nails falling from the blue sky, even the silver-white ancient trees that protect it will be eclipsed.
Uku, who was rejected, had disappointment in his eyes and suddenly fell to his knees, hugging his head and groaning, as if he was recalling something.
Famas supported Albedo, walked to Uku's side, held down his head, and used a trace of divine power to pass over.
"This will make you feel better...probably."
The golden light shrouded the huge frost-armored King of Qiu and the boy in red, just like at that time, the high priest of Fendenir, Faruhi, stroked Uku's head and granted him the responsibility of recorder.
The dazzling light began to spread around the snow-capped mountains, and Famas's voice became ethereal and grand in the light.
"Although I can't help you rebuild Fendenir, you can see the final prosperity of Snow Country."
Under the influence of the light, both Abedo and Uku fell into some kind of hallucination. The withered silver-white ancient trees began to recover, all the ice and snow disappeared, and the lawns and flowers were once again covered under their feet.
First, the golden red gradually spreads in the distant sky, and a majestic castle appears. At the top of the tower, Fendenir's Lion King flag rolls like a sea wave, with the roaring wind, facing the magnificent sunrise. p>
Abedo stared blankly at the magnificent scene in front of him, and Uku was so excited that he shed tears.
Their ears seemed to hear the gentle sound of the gardener's scissors, the hurried footsteps of the purchasing maid, and the call of the priest.
"This is..."
Abedo tried his best to open his eyes and asked Famas.
"Thousands of years ago, the royal capital of Fendenir."
Fendenir's royal city is dominated by gold and white, and the altar rises from the mountain, reaching up to the sky.
Deep in the castle is a garden. Tall silver-white ancient trees hold up the sky and the earth. Countless lives live on the tops. Countless branches criss-cross from the main trunks, and the flourishing leaves sing softly in the wind.
On a calm afternoon, a woman in white, with blond hair and a light-colored silk tied at the end, pulled a kite by the inner lake.
A young boy named Imon Loka sat sideways on the branch of an ancient silver tree, tilting his head and reading an illustrated storybook called "The Legend of Munata: Origins". He was younger than when Uku met him.
, barefoot, short orange hair fluttering in the wind.
When the princess passed under the tree, she heard a crisp cry above her head.
"Happy birthday! Princess Yuehui!"
Today is the thirteenth birthday of the princess, the daughter of High Priest Faruhi.
Imon Loka jumped off the branch and came to the princess. The foreign boy met the princess and fell in love at first sight.
The princess put on the most formal attire and received birthday blessings under the silver-white ancient tree. The country of green mountains was filled with joy, and the best poet in the mountain country came to sing softly under the ancient tree.
"The silver-white tree that will never wither, running through the earth, the beauty and talent of the princess will be as bright as the moonlight, our home, the happiness of Shalfendenir will definitely last forever..."
Everyone thought so until half a year later, the Cold Sky Nail fell from the sky and cracked into three. The aftermath shattered the silver-white ancient tree that supported the home with the power of the earth's veins.
From that day on, the heavy snow never stopped, and within a week, the country in the mountains was covered with a thick layer of snow.
High Priest Faruhi tried to listen to the revelation from the sky, but to no avail, there was no response, and the divine messenger did not appear. With everyone's expectations, Faruhi set off for the summit.
"I will climb to the top of the mountain again to seek guidance. When I come down, my daughter's second painting should have been completed. It would be great if the third painting is a scene of melting ice and snow."
The wind and snow made the road up the mountain extremely difficult, and the priest struggled to climb the stone steps. He felt that the paradise he had built so hard to escape from the tornado demon could not be lost in the wind and snow.
The high priest finally climbed onto the altar facing the sky, but failed to hear the sound of the sky and failed to return.
The princess completed the second mural in accordance with her father's last request. The royal capital on the top of the mountain has been built, and there is even an altar dedicated to worshiping the gods, but all of this was eclipsed by the wind and snow.
The newly planted fruit trees did not survive. All crops, fruits and vegetables on this land have stopped growing. The extremely harsh living environment has become as barren as an ice sheet.
Now, the princess, who is still a child, ordered people to pick all the fruits, and planned how to distribute the food in the warehouse in order to extend everyone's life as much as possible.
In times of crisis, the people of Fendenir are using their wisdom to come up with solutions to the problem, with burning ruins candles and fires everywhere.
In the aftermath of the ancient silver tree in the Ancient Protectorate being destroyed, the princess took off the most complete branch, hoping to extend the life of the ancient tree.
But this branch is too short and not enough to extend the life of the ancient tree.
If you want the silver-white ancient tree to resurrect, you must find a new ancient tree and then graft this branch onto it. Only then can there be hope.
But if you want to find a new silver-white ancient tree, it means leaving Fendenir and going to the war-torn outside world.
At this time, Imon Loka stood up and was willing to go to the outside world to bring hope of rebirth to this beautiful country.
The princess used star silver as bones to cast an artifact that could cut through the wind and snow, the star silver buried in snow.
She said to him: "The fourth painting here is prepared for you. When you return, your image will remain on this wall forever... For this mural and for everyone, I will always be here."
Waiting for you, praying for your return."
In this way, the warrior Imon Loka embarked on his own journey with the country's last slim hope.
If the story is a fairy tale, the ending must be very happy.
The princess stood in the snow and wind for a long time in front of the mural. She didn't know how to draw the third mural.
It had been a long time since she had seen greenery and blue sky. She didn't know what kind of green and what kind of blue to use to paint the scene of melting ice and snow that her father wanted.
And Imon Loka has not returned to China for a long, long time.
In the country, people are accusing the cowardly Imon Loka, and the hateful words in the wind and snow accuse him of fleeing.
But the princess used her singing to comfort the people and carefully protected all memories about him.
Time passes gradually.
The princess was also swallowed by the snow.
"When he comes back, everything will go back to how it was before, right? But it's too cold and I can't do it anymore."
On her deathbed, the princess looked at the snow-white sky.
"I'm sorry, dad. I'm sorry for Uku who has been looking at us so ugly. And...Imon Loka, it would be nice if I could see you again..."
This last wish can only float high in the sky with the wind and snow, and there is no possibility of it being realized.
After a long time, the warrior Aemon Lokar ended his journey and returned with the ancient tree grafted from Camrea.
When he returned to his former country, what greeted him were only the lingering sounds echoing in the mountains and the vicious curse of the people in the snow.
Dark blood dripped from the blade of the great sword, and heavy feet stepped onto the unfamiliar snow path, stepping into the former capital of the Snow King.
The warrior knelt on the ground, his eyes that had never been wet were gradually filled with mist at this moment.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, looking at the island suspended in the sky, and inserted the hard-earned branches of the ancient tree in front of the princess's grave with a sword as a monument.
"There's nothing left here worthy of my protection..."
"You in the sky just want to see the tragic situation of the devastation of life... In that case, I will entertain you with the song of steel and blood!"