"Well kid, how do you like my life story? Tragic, isn't it?" he began, his voice roughened by years of hardship and sorrow.
His eyes, though tired, shone with an intensity that belied the soft timbre of his tone.
I could hardly find my voice as he continued,
"Don't need to worry you aren't dead, you're just in the mana world of the necklace." He paused, and I could sense the immense gravity behind that statement.
I recalled the familiar landscapes of the game, where such intricate details of fate and story of levis and igrus love were never revealed, hinted at in any lore or cutscene.
"It was quite an emotional story," I managed, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over
Desperation mingled with curiosity as I finally found my courage to ask, "May I ask, Mister Levis, how are you able to communicate with me right now?" His gaze softened, and for a moment the hard lines of his weathered face relaxed into a weary smile.
Mister Levis leaned back against a moss-covered stone, his fingers lightly tracing the delicate engravings on the ancient necklace. "This ground," he explained slowly, "lies on the sacred soil of a forgotten goddess. For centuries, the divine energy of this land has seeped into everything that touches it. The necklace, imbued with mana by a spell designed only to harness raw energy, has absorbed so much of that power over time that it now resonates with something far greater than mere mana."
He gestured to the vibrant, shimmering aura that seemed to swirl around the relic, a dance of colors that whispered secrets of eras long past.
"Its enchantment was never meant to bridge worlds," he said, his voice dropping to a reverent murmur.
"but the divine soil blessed by the goddess herself transformed it into a conduit. In absorbing the eternal energy of this sacred place, the necklace began to blur the boundaries between life and death, reality and the realm of mana. That is how, despite all odds, I am able to reach out to you now."
In that moment, as his story unfolded like the petals of an ancient, mystical flower, I felt both the enormity of his loss and the fragile spark of hope.
It was a tale of destiny and regret, of power beyond comprehension and the bittersweet cost of meddling with forces not meant for mortal hands.
The ground beneath us seemed to pulse in quiet agreement, a living testament to the age-old bond between divine power and the mortal soul.
"Kid, you're probably trying to get your family's inheritance, aren't you?" he asked, his tone a mix of skepticism and curiosity.
I hesitated only a moment before nodding, the truth of my ambitions bare in my eyes.
"Yes, I'm sir," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside me.
A long silence stretched between us as he studied me, his gaze piercing through the layers of my youthful defiance.
Finally, he broke the quiet with a question that carried the weight of generations.
"Are you from a side branch of the Ron family? Because you don't quite seem to belong to the main lineage.
" His words were soft, yet every syllable resonated with an unspoken history of broken bonds and faded legacies.
I shifted uneasily, memories of whispered rumors and hushed conversations coming back to me.
"The Ron family was destroyed," I admitted, the words heavy with sorrow.
"They went searching for the inheritance lost in a maze of ambition and greed. In the chaos that ensued, everything fell apart. The family, as we knew it, was wiped out."
My voice cracked as I recalled the tales of strife and the calamity that had befallen us.
He sighed deeply, a sound that seemed to echo the desolation of a lineage lost to time. "That is quite unfortunate," he murmured, his eyes clouded with regret.
"In many ways, it seems that the very pursuit of that elusive legacy was our undoing.
"Before you leave, promise me one thing," he said, his voice trembling ever so slightly with a mixture of hope and sorrow.
"When you return to the world beyond this mana realm, can you visit my grandchild? Please, deliver this photograph to them a reminder of who I was, and what our family once held dear."
I paused, absorbing the gravity of his request.
The air around us shimmered with the residual magic of the enchanted land, and every whispered secret of the past seemed to converge into this single, fragile moment.
"Yes," I replied earnestly, "if I can. I promise I will take it to them."
A warm, almost tearful smile broke across his weathered face as he carefully produced a small, worn photograph from the folds of his cloak.
The edges were softened by time, and the image itself was a window to a bygone era a snapshot of faces filled with life, laughter, and unspoken dreams. "Thank you, thank you so much," he murmured, his gratitude echoing with the resonance of long-lost memories and the weight of familial duty.
As the last of his words hung in the charged air, the landscape around us began to pulse and waver.
The vibrant hues of the mana world slowly dissolved into a cascade of light, signaling the imminent return to a reality governed by mortal constraints.
I felt the pull of the mundane world, a gentle yet insistent reminder that my journey was far from over.
With a deep, steadying breath, I took one final look at the figure before me, etched into the very essence of this magical place.
Then, as if caught in the delicate threads of a forgotten dream, I stepped away from the radiant boundaries of the mana realm and returned to the familiar contours of the normal world.
But I know the promiss i made with him was a empty one , as the village was destroyed and his wife and kill was shortly kill after she burry him.
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