manynovel Chapter 605
Chapter 605
Born in the mysterious and fantastical land of the firstborn, little Sindra from Navoli Province, Ionia, has been very naughty since childhood.
She is full of curiosity and imagination. Little Sindra often immerses herself in her own world, but in the eyes of others, such distraction is a problem.
Little Sindra often stares at the looming shadows in the pond, as if there are endless mysteries hidden in the shadows, which makes her unable to look away for a long time.
Or she concentrates on watching the little beetles line up and climb up the wall in an orderly manner. The little bugs are so cute that she never tires of it.
However, whenever she throws away the tedious housework in her hands and immerses herself in the spiritual realm, she is always considered to be not focused enough and lazy.
Then comes the severe scolding of her mother, which is like a sharp whip, whipping the tip of the child's heart.
Little Sindra's problems seem to be considered normal by her mother.
Sometimes, the milk at home turned sour for no apparent reason, or encountered some other minor accidents that seemed insignificant to others.
But in her mother's eyes, all of these would be blamed on little Sindra, as if she was the culprit of the misfortune.
Her brother Ewald always loved to mock her with harsh words, and those hurtful words were like sharp knives, constantly stabbing little Sindra's tender heart.
So, little Sindra would often quietly escape from this depressing home and come to her favorite secret base - the spirit willow that was regarded as a sacred tree by the villagers.
Here, she would whisper to the spirit willow for several hours, and confide all her grievances, confusions and unspeakable emotions in her heart to the spirit willow that comforted her.
However, on a particularly warm afternoon, the bullied little Sindra went to the Spirit Willow to cry as before.
Her brother Ewald and his gang of naughty friends followed Sindra, who was unaware of the danger approaching.
The culprits looked at the innocent tears of Sindra, who was bullied by them. Some of them even didn't bother to hide and just laughed. But in Sindra's opinion, this was even more terrible than the devil's laughter.
At this time, Sindra was ashamed and angry. She tried desperately to turn a blind eye and deaf ear to their insults, but the tears still flowed uncontrollably.
Just as she was trying to restrain herself, suddenly, a child who came out of nowhere threw a large piece of sticky mud at her head.
The mud splashed on Sindra's cheeks in an instant, making her embarrassed. Bullying and bullying, endless fear and fear made her emotions agitated.
The bullied little Sindra's heart was surging to the extreme at this moment, as if a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time finally broke free from its shackles, and the strong emotions poured out like a flood.
There was a flash of anger in her eyes, which seemed to ignite everything in front of her, and the anger turned into shining dark orbs.
These orbs were like the brightest stars in the night sky, each carrying the heavy pain of little Sindra, which was like a huge stone pressing on her heart.
They circled and danced in the air, like a group of angry demons, ready to launch a fierce attack on those who touched Sindra's bottom line.
The girl's dormant power at this moment was like a sleeping dragon awakening, bursting out with violent power.
Those orbs like negative energy pearls were like greedy vampires, ruthlessly extracting spiritual magic from the air around her, as if they were squeezing out the last drop of the fountain of life.
The emerald green leaves of the Spirit Willow quickly withered and turned black under the erosion of this force, as if it was a dead tree forgotten by the years.
The ancient tree, which was once full of vitality, now had twisted and deformed branches, as if struggling in pain, but unable to escape this terrible fate.
Ewald and his companions watched this scene, and an unspeakable fear surged in their hearts, and they stepped back involuntarily.
But little Sindra still controlled herself to be calm and not hurt others!
Until others came, the people here had fallen into deep worry. They felt that the close connection between themselves and the soul of Ionia seemed to be cut off because of Sindra.
So Sindra's family became the focus of everyone's attention and became the culprit of this disaster.
In desperation, the family had to pack up and decided to move to aa new place, trying to stay away from the shadow brought by this terrible magic.
However, the family members always had a trace of uneasiness in their hearts, always alert to the magic of little Sindra coming again.
After a long and arduous journey of several months, they finally arrived at the seaside.
The waves beat against the coast, making a low roar, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.
They stood on the seashore, looking at the endless sea, their hearts were full of confusion and helplessness, and they even wanted to give up little Sindra.
At this time, a reclusive priest, Conigan, appeared in front of them.
He was dressed in a simple robe, and his eyes revealed a deep wisdom.
He slowly opened his mouth and talked about his temple on Philo Island.
It was a mysterious and quiet place, and many people who wanted to learn to control their wild magic would go to seek his guidance.
Hearing Conigan's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the family, and they seemed to see a ray of light. Perhaps on Philo Island, they could find a way to solve the problem and regain their own peaceful life.
Sindra's family had no choice - maybe this teacher could prevent their failure.
So the young Sindra was separated from her family, and the sensitive girl began to climb a cliffside temple, accompanied by dark ancient bricks and stones, silently watching the sea.
Although she missed her previous life, she still tried to absorb the wisdom of her teacher and devoted herself to controlling her emotions.
However, what made Sindra more and more discouraged was that years of practice not only did not allow her to learn to control her power, but weakened her magic.
And Connigan locked himself up every morning to meditate alone and stopped teaching her anything new, so she questioned the teacher directly.
He grinned tiredly and told her frankly that her gloomy energy had accumulated over time and far exceeded his ability as a mentor. He was deliberately dispelling her power in exchange for her safety.
In fact, Connigan wanted to kill Sindra, but he was afraid of Sindra's power, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
The temple was Sindra's cage.
Little Sindra was stunned. Wasn't this destroying her power? This made her feel betrayed like never before.
It didn't matter to other people, but Master...
What Sindra couldn't tolerate the most was betrayal. If someone close to her betrayed her, she would die, and her soul would be annihilated and torn into pieces.
Konigan wanted to calm her down, but it only added fuel to the fire... In that moment, the magic he had accumulated for a lifetime and the carefully designed cage faced Sindra's extraordinary excellence.
For a moment, the foundation of the ancient and mysterious temple seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand, as if the whole earth was trembling with it.
The morning light of that day should have been full of vitality and hope, but at this moment it looked particularly pale, as if it was stained by some dark power.
Sindra stood up from the ground full of gravel and dust, with unspeakable frustration surging in her heart like a tide.
But she slowly floated up, and Sindra no longer chose to suppress her emotions with meditation.
She stretched out her hands, grabbed in the air, and grabbed a few dark orbs, which flashed with dark light, as if they were messengers from hell.
She threw these dark orbs with force, and they were like sharp arrows, easily piercing the once majestic body of the mentor. Blood gushed out instantly, dyeing the surrounding stones red.
She wanted the mentor to deeply feel all the bitterness and rage in her heart before he died, which was a kind of anger after being betrayed.
Sindra couldn't understand why the world treated her like this!
It was obviously she who was bullied all the time! She didn't want to endure it anymore.
With a loud bang, the roof of the temple seemed to be lifted by a powerful dark force, and countless rubble poured down like a rainstorm, burying the once sacred garden sanctuary in endless dust.
Sindra could no longer suppress her inner fury, and she unleashed all her strength on the ruins of the temple without reservation.
In an instant, the entire city of Philo seemed to be shaken by a strong shock wave, and the force was so great that it seemed to tear the entire earth apart.
At the same time, the original magic of the island was also ruthlessly drained by Sindra, as if she was extracting vitality from the soul of this world.
Never before has so much gloomy energy gathered in one place so concentratedly, and the dark breath permeated the air, suffocating all creatures.
The local spirit of Philo Island: the Azure Dragon appeared, and it wanted toGet rid of Sindra who destroyed the balance.
The dragon that soared straight into the sky was torn apart by Sindra's dark power like a loach, and the sacred flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Sindra's darkness was about to drag the world into the sea.
Until the soul of Ionia was alarmed by this evil and darkness.
This supreme being of Ionia had to muster all his strength to fight against this evil force.
Then it was the classic victory of justice over evil.
The bedrock under Sindra's feet seemed to be split by a giant axe, and a huge crack appeared, dragging her mercilessly into the depths of the earth.
The soul of Ionia seemed to know Sindra's grievances and unwillingness, and she did not kill her.
However, the roots that were as thick as a python and twisted quickly wrapped around her at a lightning speed, tightly binding her weak body in the pool of sparkling living water.
The pool of water was like a magical mirror, exuding a dreamlike and illusory atmosphere, and this was the powerful power contained in the mysterious Dream Tree quietly released.
These roots that ruthlessly entangled Sindra's limbs were like countless cold hands, beginning to frantically suppress her original endless power, causing her soul to gradually fall into a deep and quiet magical sleep.
It was as if time was really enchanted at this moment, stopped flowing, and solidified into an eternal moment.
Sindra's dream was like a vast universe, becoming extremely long, so long that it seemed to have experienced countless eternities.
In this weird and illusory lucid dream, she seemed to have traveled through the long river of time and space and returned to the past.
At the same time, she gradually saw the hypocritical face of the mentor who once taught her.
She also saw this seemingly fair but actually full of injustices, those dark corners and forgotten lives.
Has Sindra tasted its darkness and injustice?
Why was she bullied for her tendency to daydream since she was a child? Why was she almost imprisoned because of her natural strength?
Her heart was constantly struggling in the abyss of pain, as if it was tightly trapped by an invisible net, and she could never break free from this endless nightmare.
Sindra began to walk the path of her childhood again and again.