Death, it is a state, a description, an ending, a realization.

It can be used as a noun, verb and adjective, and often has different meanings in different contexts, but this is only a description of death by the wisdom of the individual, and as every life that always welcomes death, there is a different understanding of death itself.

Some hate, some calmly.

Some escape, some look forward to it.

Among countless interpretations, death has been given a myriad of different symbols, romanticism, realism or nihilism, used by many as an excuse for idleness, and also seen by many as a spur to move forward.

Some say it's great, some say it's unreasonable, and some desperately denigrate.

But in any case, death is death, and the meaning that wisdom gives it does not affect its own state of being... Death is not just the end, it is a power.

A power that is difficult for mortals to discover and wield...

However, for individuals who have not experienced death, their descriptions are inaccurate.

Lord Tyrion of the Darkblade. Dawnblade has experienced death, I don't know if it's him, all the members of the entire Darkblade, from the powerful Death Lord, to the undead infantry of Weimo, are all derivatives of the power of death.

But they didn't really experience death, and when the blade pierced through his body, it only took his life, and didn't reveal to him the true meaning of death... Perhaps it was that Tyrion was too weak at the time to truly appreciate this obscure power.

But now he was strong enough, so when he experienced death again, he felt a lot, and he could feel that the cold and gentle power was slowly seeping into his body, removing the impurities of the body, and imposing the serene state behind the power on him.

It was a comfortable feeling, like being out of the boundaries attached to the body itself, making him become... Freedom, even made the big lord feel like he could go wherever he wanted, and even made him feel a trace of dazed pleasure.

It's like a dream, those who originally cared about, those who were unwilling to let go, those who couldn't let go at all, seemed to become indifferent at this moment, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good dream, as for what to do after waking up from the dream, as for whether this dream of death would wake up, it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Until a call from a sweet dream, the voice with a crying voice... It seemed to be a child, and a voice came through his tired heart, and eventually, like all sleeping and disturbed people, Tyrion opened his eyes, and the call that seemed to come to his ears became clear.

"Tyrion! Tyrion... What happened to you? Don't scare me! ”

Yuna knelt beside Tyrion's cheek, this girl's hair was messy, her body was covered with mud and ashes, and her arms were scratched, obviously, relying on a girl like her who was almost helpless, it was not easy to pass through the soul storm around Tyrion, but probably even in the midst of being lost, this body still remembered Yuna and did not deliberately hurt her.

But Rao is like this, staring at the weakening soul storm on the ground, and climbing a distance of more than ten meters with difficulty, for Yuna, it is also a desperate thing.

Fortunately, it wasn't just exhaustion, but for other reasons, Tyrion finally fell unconscious in this palace of shadows, which gave the little girl a chance to crawl over.

But she didn't dare to touch Tyrion's body, not only because the Great Lord's skin was cold and terrifying, which was unbearable cold for the ghost, but also because the black substance covering Tyrion's body was like the Dementors, and the dark energy was constantly wrapping around the High Lord's body, and now it covered his neck.

"Yuna..."

A smile flashed on Tyrion's old and thin face when he saw the living little ghost, but before he could say more, the memories that belonged to the Dementors in his mind rolled over again, they were heavy memories, and the fragments of thousands of souls were mixed together, just like a working computer that could not withstand the huge amount of data, almost causing the soul of the Great Lord to die at this moment.

And with the return of his consciousness, the feeling of assimilation of the realm of death became more and more obvious, the great lord could feel the black matter covering his body growing, and every minute and every second became deeper, that feeling, that clear feeling of belonging to death was covering his consciousness along with those confused memories, and his own soul had become weak under this long torment.

Even after absorbing a part of the soul of the archdemon Akmund, his tenacious soul was not enough to continue to sustain it.

He's going to die...

In Tyrion's chaotic eyes, he could even see an illusion swaying, which was different from the desperate situation of this world, when he at least had the strength to resist, but in this world, he was just an ordinary mortal, a high elf who had strayed into this world.

But perhaps, this is also the last step in taking the "crown" ...

Tyrion couldn't tell the difference, his instincts telling him that either way, he didn't have much time left, and that he was soon coming to his final moments.

It would be a... Verdict?

Well, let's use that word.

The confusion of his will made Tyrion's cranky thoughts uncontrollable until he endured the murmur of his soul and the stinging moment, and heard the low sobs of the little ghost kneeling in front of him.

Yuna finally woke up Tyrion, but judging from Tyrian's expression and posture, Yuna, the kid, probably guessed Tyrion's situation.

But what could she do?

She's just a child... Even though she lived as a spirit for more than 20,000 years, her soul still belonged to the little girl who died alone in the ruins of Makere...

"Don't cry... Yuna, don't cry..."

Tyrion whispered:

"I've finally found you, silly boy, the cage that binds you has been shattered, get out of here..."

The Great Lord wanted to reach out and touch Yuna's head, but the black substance wrapped around his body made him unable to move a bit, so he could only say to Yuna:

"Don't worry about me, kid."

"I don't have to travel anymore, this is where I belong... For better or worse, now that the end has come, bless me, Yuna, my friend, don't bid me farewell with tears..."

"Tyrion, don't leave me, please."

Yuna looked at the black substance that slowly spread to Tyrion's cheeks, and she scrambled to reach out to wipe it off, but was stopped by Tyrion, which could cause harm to Yuna, after all, she was a pure spirit.

After comforting the crying little ghost a few more words, the Great Lord closed his eyes, and in the exhaustion of his soul and the sound of those noisy voices, he could feel that the cold power had spread throughout his body, and he said to Yuna like a dying old man:

"Sing me a song, it's been a long time... I haven't heard anyone else sing. ”

The little ghost touched her eyes, the spirit body has no tears, but the sadness in her heart cannot be faked, lying in front of her is the first friend she has met in tens of thousands of years of loneliness, Yuna does not know what happened to Tyrion, she simply thinks that the great leader has completely left her here.

Looking at Tyrion's face that was gradually covered, Yuna sobbed and sang the hymn of the Eredar people of the world of Argus appreciating the Light, the only song the child had learned in the academy in the Leaping Garden.

Her voice was clear, with the characteristic tone of little girls, and although she did not hide her sadness, the sound like the chirping of a bird still made people's hearts sway.

"Streak across the sky and shine on the stars."

"Dispel the darkness and bring the dawn."

"Everywhere you go, all souls sing praises,"

"All things listen to your words."

"All glory be to you, O Light."

"Peace be upon all prayers, O Light."

"Thank you for bathing in the light."

"Thank you for keeping us alive..."

The melodious singing slowly ended in high-pitched notes, and Yuna, who was sobbing incessantly, finished singing the hymn in the ancient Ereda language, staccato and sometimes out of tune, or out of tune due to sobbing, but the hymn still seemed to make Tyrion feel at peace.

"It's nice... It's so nice..."

Tyrion's eyes were already dark, and Yuna could only hear his last faint words:

"Well, as you wish, then... Let's die again. ”

And when Yuna lowered her head, she saw Tyrion completely covered in dark matter.

His face was imprinted on the black substance, his eyes closed, and the smile on his lips, a smile that Yuna rarely saw on Tyrion's face, full of gentleness and calmness, as if the greatest sorrow in his heart had been unraveled.

"Wow!"

Yuna couldn't hold back the pain in her heart any longer, she knelt in front of Tyrion's eyes, and cried loudly, and the girl's cry of sorrow spread far and wide, and in this dark palace, this cry also attracted a group of uninvited guests for the girl.

It was the last dozen or so Dementors, probably the last remnants of the Borderlands, and the sound of their scurrying made Yuna jerk her head back, and there was sadness and a bitter anger in the little girl's star-sparkling eyes.

She grabbed her wand and held it in both hands, aiming it at the Dementors who were crawling over, and she screamed:

"Don't come! You are not allowed to go near Tyrion! I'm going to protect my friends! ”

"I don't allow !!"

In the girl's scream, the wand in her hand was turned on to its maximum power for the first time, and in Yuna's angry wave, the blue star thrown from the top of the wand really brought a whistling sound, like a real sharp arrow, piercing the head of the fastest climbing Dementor in front of her.

In this extreme rage, Yuna didn't even notice that a faint light appeared in her spirits, different from the blue light that the ghosts always had, this light was truly golden... It is like the purest light.

If this scene were seen by the followers of the Holy Light in Kalimdor, it would probably shatter the faith in the hearts of every believer in an instant.

The Light, the Great Light... How can you favor a ghost girl? How did it appear in... What about the bodies of the undead?

“biu！”

In the midst of the light of Yuna's last wand, the golden light had turned into substance, piercing the tooth-dancing Dementor like a sword, tearing its body apart.

This scene also made the sad Yuna's eyes widen, and the confused girl only raised her hands at this moment, and only then did she see the shining light in her hands.

"Holy light, alas!"

Yuna screamed, the contact with Naruadar in Shattrath City had made her terrified of the energy of the Holy Light, but this time the Holy Light on her body did not hurt her, on the contrary, it made her feel a ray of warmth.

But that didn't change the fact that the little girl was under siege, as she shattered the body of a Dementor, but more Dementors crawled towards her.

Yuna clutched the wand in her hand, she was a little scared in her heart, although when she was with Tyrion before, she would always scare the Dementors as a game, but now Tyrion can no longer protect her, and the dozen or so Dementors in front of her look bad, now, she can only rely on her own protection of herself.

The little ghost glanced back at Tyrion lying behind her, her friend was unable to move now, so she had to protect Tyrion.

As soon as she thought of this, a wave of courage burst out in Yuna's heart, as if she was inspired by courage, and the light that wrapped around the little ghost's body became brighter.

"Yikes!"

Yuna watched the Dementors climb closer and closer, and the little ghost mustered up his courage and let out a childish roar, and rushed forward with his wand, but as soon as she approached the Dementors, a golden halo suddenly pierced the darkness above Yuna's head, like a sudden sunlight, enveloping the dozen or so Dementors.

The dark creatures were like snowmen thrown into the sun, one by one in a howl of pain, and they were melted little by little.

Yuna was so frightened that she sat on the ground, the little ghost raised her head and looked at the warm pillar of light in front of her, a voice seemed to beckon her to walk into it, Yuna shook her head vigorously, but the gentle voice still sounded in her heart, Yuna stood up, patted her clothes, and asked with some fear:

"Sister... You, are you the Light? ”