Sword of Dawn

The great architect shook his head, this was not something he should care about, but at this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from not far away, which just interrupted his thoughts.

A soldier ran up the wall and gave a military salute in front of Bruce: "Great Architect! Please go to the communication room—the communication from the South Gate Fortress."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Bruce replied immediately with a straight face, and then quickly said goodbye to the two sentinels on the wall, and ran towards the ladder not far away.

The communication room is located near the center of the advance base, right next to the towering obelisk of magic energy. It needs to pass through a row of barracks and two warehouses in the middle. Bruce walked fast, and he was rushing on the road, and soon came to this place The room with the magic net terminal - the magic device in the center of the room has been activated, a faint light is shining above the focusing crystal, and the appearance of the great architect Gordon appears in the middle of the communication interface.

"Bruce, I hope I didn't interrupt your work," Gordon said immediately when he saw Bruce appear, "I just received an order from the imperial capital here."

"There is no interruption at all-today's data collection and work plan have been completed," Bruce said casually, his expression became very serious, "An order from the imperial capital? What happened?"

"It's nothing—it's a new task that needs to be completed while building the railway. Don't worry, the task itself is not difficult. The only thing that needs to be done is to ensure quality and quantity, and there must be no delay."

Gordon in the communication interface spoke with a serious face, and along with his words, the printing device connected to the magic net terminal on the side table also started to operate on its own, with the slight friction sound of gears and connecting rods running During the process, one piece of printing paper after another was spit out from the output port.

"Did you see the information I sent? There are things you need to know."

Bruce stepped forward curiously, picked up the materials, and a mission book with a large number of drawings and parameter descriptions appeared in front of him—this is extremely professional information, but for a large building that has even repaired a magnificent wall As far as teachers are concerned, the above things are very simple to understand.

"Large biomass processing center... pre-buried splitting pool... and underground bunkers reserved for servo brain storage tanks?" Bruce gradually revealed a look of surprise, "What is this for? We are going to push forward the biofactory as well. To the wasteland?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know," Gordon shrugged, "Since this is an order from the imperial capital, we should implement it seriously."

Chapter 1207 History interspersed

In the northern part of the Loren Continent, the mountains, the cold wind and the flag of the Wilder family jointly rule the northern border of the empire. Although it is still autumn, for this cold northern land, the breath of winter has already begun to knock on the crowds. The gateway between the mountains——Accompanied by the dry and cold air that has never stopped since the beginning of autumn, the weather in Lindong County is getting colder day by day. The snow falls to the mountainside, and people living on the mountain may even suspect that the winter snow has arrived, and the cold wind will go first.

Of course, for Cold Winter Castle located on the top of the mountain, wind and snow are a more common thing, and this has nothing to do with solar terms. Even in midsummer, Cold Winter Castle will sometimes be suddenly covered by snow, even if The surrounding sky is clear, and snowflakes will fly up from the courtyard and balcony of the castle unreasonably—whenever such snowflakes suddenly appear, the servants in the castle will know that this is the "Ice Duke" who lives deep in the castle. "Emotions are changing, but whether the Guardian of the North is in a good mood that day... Only the close maids will know.

At the highest point of Wintercastle, a tower filled with magical radiance is standing quietly on the stone platform. Flying snowflakes continue to condense from the sky at the top of the tower, flying up and down around the tower and half of the castle. The stream of light formed in the air mixed with the flying snow, with a fascinating beauty, but also frightening because of the cold - two maids stood in a corridor on the upper floor of the tower, nervously Looking at the scene of heavy snow blowing outside the window, one of them couldn't help but come to the window and check again whether the window was closed.

The windows were of course closed, but looking at the heavy snow outside the windows, the maids always felt as if the cold wind had penetrated the walls and crystal glass, blowing on their faces.

"Is the hostess angry?" The maid who checked the window stepped back and whispered nervously to her companion, "It's been a whole day, and the snow hasn't stopped outside—now the courtyard is completely covered by snow gone."

"We don't need to think about it." The maid who stood there looked very calm. "The hostess won't get angry with us casually when she is angry—and she is not necessarily angry, maybe she is just very happy today."

"You seem to understand it well?"

"Fortunately——I have been working in this castle for ten years, and the mistress is actually much gentler than you imagined, not to mention that Miss Maggie has returned to the castle now, with her by the mistress's side, it is even more unnecessary We people are just worried."

"Hey? Has Miss Maggie come back? Why didn't I see it?"

"She just came back last night, she didn't enter the castle through the main entrance—she flew in directly from the terrace," some older maids couldn't help smiling, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, "don't forget Oh, Miss Maggie is a mighty dragon!"

"……Oh!"

……

The conversations in the corridor were very quiet, enough to hide from the ears of ordinary people, but could not hide from the perception of legendary mages and giant dragons. Standing in the magic meditation room, Victoria opened her eyes from meditation. Before she spoke, Maggie, who was waiting beside her, already took the initiative to speak: "Let me remind those two in the corridor, their discussion is getting more and more lively."

"No," Victoria shook her head expressionlessly, "They're just chatting, I don't care."

Maggie nodded slightly and didn't say anything else, but Victoria exhaled lightly and extinguished the burning incense in the meditation room with her hand. As the magic runes on the floor were extinguished one by one, the guardian of the north turned to look at herself The follower who was also a servant and a friend glanced at him and said casually: "Are you happy in Cecil City?"

Maggie glanced at Victoria with a half-smile: "If I said I was very happy, even so happy that I almost forgot to come back, would you be sad?"

Victoria didn't say a word, but just returned a blank stare.

"Well, your expression of 'knowing that I can't make a joke but I have to make a funny face to make a joke' is really obvious, I almost didn't see it," Maggie sighed helplessly, shrugged and smiled Said, "To be honest, I am quite happy in the imperial capital. Rebecca is a good friend. Your Majesty is generous and full of wisdom. The work as a flight advisor and instructor is not too heavy - and there are many dragonborns over there." .”

"Then why did you come back early?" Victoria asked curiously, "Isn't it good to be with your compatriots?"

"If I want to be with my compatriots, wouldn't it be better to return to the Holy Dragon Principality?" Maggie laughed, shaking her head and said, "There is no particular reason, it's just that the work over there has come to an end. The training is on the right track, and there are new dragon descendants signing up for the recruitment of the technical department. Compared with the imperial capital, you should need more manpower here—and even if something happens to the imperial capital, it will not be troublesome for me to fly there now .”

Victoria nodded without saying anything else, while Maggie looked into her eyes, listening to the sound of wind and snow whistling outside the castle, and after a few seconds she suddenly said: "I still can't calm down? I Remember that these meditation incenses are very effective for you."

"Incense can only help me concentrate, but it can't stop my mind from thinking," Victoria said helplessly, but she couldn't help recalling the information she got from Amber when she communicated with the Imperial Capital before, and her brows frowned. Little wrinkled up, no longer the expressionless look just now, "I finally understand how Hetty and Rebecca felt when they faced the revived ancestor in Gawain Cecil's mausoleum. ..."

Maggie looked at her friend quietly, and it took a long time to break the silence: "You are in a different mood from them, because the situation you are facing is completely different. They had nowhere to go, and the 'ancestors' who came out of the grave It is all their reliance and hope, and there is an openness in front of you, and you are displaying your ambitions on this open stage, so under this premise, a "ancestor" who suddenly appeared may not be the same for you. Good thing."

Victoria exhaled lightly, with a low voice: "Maggie, you know that's not what I'm worried about."

"Yes, I know that you are not a person who is greedy for power and status. Your self-confidence and ability make you difficult to shake under any circumstances. In addition, the actions of the great adventurer Mordir Wilde himself Style, you really don’t have to worry about him affecting the order you maintain here... But after all, an ancestor who has been away for 600 years suddenly returned to this world, this incident may bring too many changes, doesn’t it?” Maggie smiled faintly and said, "Gods can't control the future, you're just a mortal, Vicky—but you don't like the feeling of losing control of the future."

Speaking of this, she paused, and then added calmly: "What's more, the state of that 'Great Adventurer Mordir' is very strange now, no matter whether he is resurrected from the grave or has been in the past 600 years. Li has been wandering in this world in a daze, and now he doesn't look like a 'normal living person', as a descendant of the Wilder family, it is impossible for you to leave such a family ancestor alone."

Victoria looked at Maggie, and after staring at her for a long time, she sighed helplessly, and the corners of her mouth curled up a bit: "It's better that you know me better—others may not be able to figure out what I'm thinking about even if they think about it all day beside me."

"Then what about your decision?" Maggie raised her head and asked calmly, "You've been frowning here for a long time—although it's not easy to see, you should have a decision now, right?"

"...I have responsibilities, and many decisions can't be so willful," Victoria mused for a moment, then whispered, "Especially now that the situation in the north has just stabilized, I can't put too much energy on my private affairs..."

"You're stretching yourself too tight, Vicky, and the matter of the old Duke of Mordir Wilde is not your private matter - it is something that even His Majesty is concerned about, and it has even affected the Empire and Tarrond The major events of the two countries." Maggie knew that the friend in front of her was a little bit tricky, and the other party's overly serious character was often a problem at this time. Fortunately, she was used to it. Decide, or you can discuss it with His Majesty first... If His Majesty agrees, then you don't need to worry."

"It seems that you trust our Majesty very much now," Victoria seemed to have thought of something in her mind, and she smiled, "You are right, this is an unconventional thing, and I should do something very The previous decision...Maggie, I decided to go to Tarrond in person to confirm the situation of the 'adventurer Mordir'. It is said that he cannot be stimulated by the surname 'Wild' now, so it must be There is no way to come to Cold Winter Castle, since he can't come, I will go to find him."

……

In Cecil Palace, in the study room covered with blue velvet carpet, Amber was standing opposite Gawain's desk, and Gawain nodded slightly after hearing her report.

"So... you think the Violet Kingdom in the north is a big 'suspect'," he raised his head and looked at the half-elf who was showing a serious look in front of him, "You suspect that Mordir Wilde's last adventure was to go to Violet—and something happened there that keeps him alive to this day in a strange state of 'amnesia'?"

"It doesn't necessarily mean that he has lived until today, maybe he also experienced a 'sleep' similar to yours, and he crawled out of the coffin for some reason until recently - and he himself didn't know it "" Amber said while sorting out her thoughts, "I have doubts about this right now, and there is no evidence yet. But think about it, the disappearance of Mordir was not a small matter for Ansu back then. The royal family and Will The De family must have mobilized all their strength to search, even if they can't find anyone, they should find some clues - but all the clues were cut off after pointing to the north...

"Under such an intensive search, the clues can still be broken. Apart from Tarrond, there is only the mysterious Violet Kingdom, and Tarrond can basically be ruled out..."

Gao Wen listened to Amber's serious analysis, and nodded lightly: "Besides, let's look at the specific situation of that 'adventurer Mordir'. Tarrond hopes that we can send a Enya also suggested that people who know enough about Mordir contact him. Seriously... I'm also curious about that 'adventurer'."

"But you can't leave now," Amber rolled her eyes, "Whether it's Project 115 or the progress of the Black Forest, or several important projects with Typhon and the Silver Empire, you have to personally handle."

Gawain thought for a while, but he could only sigh: "Oh... I kind of understand Hetty's daily mood."

Amber opened her mouth and said, "Then you can't understand - she's too stressed and can paint herself a smoky makeup to cheer you up, and you don't have an old ancestor who just opened the coffin... Hey, I just said it casually." Say it! You didn’t lie, you don’t bring anyone who beats you!”

Gawain glared at the Shame of Everything who still had no handle on his mouth, and casually threw the silver seal he picked up just now back on the table—he was just joking, and he definitely wouldn't really hit this guy with something , It’s not that you’re really worried about hurting people, the main thing is that it’s troublesome if you want to come back after throwing things out. Although this Shadow Assault Goose is not very skilled, as long as the things you throw out and hit her are worth more than half a pound, Even if the thing was fired with a magic cannon, she can volley you unharmed and then run away quickly... This process can't even be explained by the legendary knight Gawain.

And at this moment, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the magic net terminal not far from the desk, and with the dim light of the projection crystal activated, Gao Wen also turned his attention away from Amber.

The terminal was activated, the crystal became brighter, and Hetty's figure appeared in the holographic projection that quickly became clear, and she said with a serious face: "Ancestor, Silver Queen Belsetia and the mission have crossed the Dark Mountains, and it is estimated that there are still three or ten minutes left." Landing at Pioneer Plaza."

"Have you arrived already..." Gao Wen said softly, and then nodded, "I see, you first inform the reception staff on the square to prepare according to the scheduled procedures, and I will be there soon."

The visit of the mission from the Silver Empire was agreed a long time ago, and Gao Wen had already made arrangements for it, so he was not surprised at the moment, but thinking of the special nature of this mission still made his expression slightly change. Get serious.

Among the silver missions that are about to arrive at the imperial capital, the highlight is not the silver queen, but several elves with the titles of "Great Druid" and "Ancient Sage". Humans regard it as a "living fossil".

The leader among those silver elves was an ancient Druid priest named "Azmore". Before the event of the fall of the white star 3000 years ago, he was once the "Servant of God" who was second only to the Silver Queen. ", has received the baptism of divine grace personally sent by the God of Nature. According to the information sent by Belsetia, he is a "sage" recognized by more than half of the "old-school secret sects" in the Silver Empire today. act in his name.

It was the last high-ranking priest in the world who still believed in Amorn devoutly and had received "divine favor" 3000 years ago.

Gao Wen stood up from behind the desk, took a light breath, and walked out the door.

"Amorn's last 'anchor point' left in the mortal world has arrived," he said in a deep voice, "let's go pick it up."

Chapter 1208 See You Again

In the last ray of light left by the setting sun, the giant eagles from the Silver Empire flapped their giant wings and landed on the Pioneer Square near the city center. He lowered his body on the ground, allowing the rider behind him to land on the ground, and the last rays of light from the sky flowed away from the top of the buildings around the square almost at the same time, and night fell on the imperial capital.

However, the darkness did not arrive as expected—the magic spar lamps had already been lit, and the bright light sprinkled from the top of the tall iron pillars, making the square and the surrounding roads as bright as day, and the welcoming teams greeted them from both sides. At the edge of the square, a huge holographic projection soared into the sky, with gorgeous streamers shining on it and welcome speeches in two languages ​​at the same time. The cheerful music echoed over the square. It was a human song—but it was mixed. A shift in Elvish style.

Azmore got off the back of the giant eagle, and before he had time to carefully observe this human imperial capital, the lights, shadows and sounds that filled his eyes and ears made him stunned for a moment, and then he slowly got used to it, and his eyes swept over those Wearing "modern clothes" that are very different from what they remember, looking radiant, they looked at the bright and neat street lights and the towering buildings on the edge of the square. Over the huge holographic projections floating in the air, they saw the faint light in the distance. There are crystal towers of light, mechanical clock towers, flying machines loitering in the sky farther away, and even giant dragons flying at night.

The pair of eyes bestowed by God allowed him to see farther in the night, and what he saw were details that he could not see when looking down from the sky.

The oldest surviving druid sage widened his eyes in surprise—he still remembered the grand scene of the Gondor Empire back then, and also remembered the country established by the pioneers who overcame the thorns and thorns after the demon tide, but everything... ...all very different from what he saw today.

"This is... the 'Cecil Empire' reborn from the ashes?" He whispered in surprise, "I thought..."

"You think it should be rougher, more like a militaristic military empire, don't you?" A smiling female voice came from behind, waking the old Druid up, "It's just like many people have rumored."

"...I don't have this kind of prejudice, empress, I know that a military empire that can only use military force cannot establish an alliance that unifies the power of the entire continent," Azmore shook his head slowly, "But I really didn't expect that It will look like this... The human beings in my memory are shorter than elves, but more serious than elves, and in this city-everything is growing wantonly."

He used the word "growth wantonly" to describe the city he saw, because what he saw was indeed different from others - in those god-given eyes, he could see "vitality" and "vigor" ", he can see the power behind those seemingly cold buildings, he can see that the whole city is shrouded in a huge and activated energy field, and at the same time he can see the power formed by thousands of minds. "Resonance", a kind of positive, confident and majestic spiritual resonance covers the city, and he has not seen this powerful, fresh and cohesive force for many centuries.

"There are twelve different intelligent species gathered in this city, and they include dozens of peoples from all over the world. There are dragons from Tarrond and elves from the Silver Empire. The dwarves will do business here. , there are also gray elves studying here—once in a while, you may even meet a siren from the deep sea," Belsetia said with a smile, "I know what you mean by 'grow wantonly'... ...Although I don't have your eyes, I can also see how huge power is gathered in this land."

"...As the leader of the Druid 'Orthodox Church' today, is it appropriate to admit that he does not have the 'God-given Eye'?" Azmore did not raise his head, but said in a very calm and indifferent tone, "In the past 3000 years Among them, the Chenxing family never admits this."

"It's not important anymore," Belsetia said softly, looking up not far away, a tall figure had appeared at the end of the carpet, and the artificial lights in the square seemed to weave a curtain behind that figure, " Meet the human hero who 'resurrected from the dead' - he has come."

……

In the shadow world shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the rebellious courtyard has maintained the same peace for thousands of years, as if a holy giant deer like a hill is lying motionless on the floating boulders and the huge metal In the structure, he seems to be resting with his eyes closed, while a large number of man-made devices that are as small as toys compared to his body are distributed around him. Runes flash on the surface of the devices, and the brilliance of magic flows slowly.

A huge lady in a black gloomy long dress, whose lower body is half-empty and half-solid like a cloud, is sitting on a stone pillar not far from the giant deer, holding her knees with her hands, and staring intently at the magic net terminal not far ahead. , above the specially-made large terminal, the huge holographic projection is showing the love, hatred and hatred in the mortal world-the ups and downs of the story are enough to attract the eyes of gods.

After such a long time, the giant deer with its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes, glanced at Mirmina and said casually: "You have watched it for the third time, aren't you tired?"

"A classic play deserves to be watched more than ten times—I've only watched it three times," Mirmina said without hesitation, without looking back, "and I think you should also watch this— — I think it's by far the funniest story I've ever seen, unlike any drama mortals have ever created..."

Amoen was originally not interested in the "dramas" that Mirmina was concerned about, but at this moment he couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

"It has something to do with the sacred legend of the Church of the Holy Light!" Mirmina said immediately, her eyes seemed to be shining with light—in fact, her eyes were indeed shining with light, and each ray of light was enough to power a high-power mana The engine has been running for two days. "It tells the story of the first generation of Holy Light Apostles leading the tribal people in the dark to find the 'sacred place where the grains are always ripe'. The spirit eater, and even the fake holy land that devours flesh and blood and grows continuously, pretending to be a fertile land. In the end, the holy man took the people back to the place where they started, only to find that the holy land is their hometown...

"Hey, let me tell you, it's really good to jump directly to the scene 500 years later at the last time. At the intersection where the saint led his people to set off, such a big city was built..."

Amoen listened quietly to Mirmina's narration, and then suddenly said after a long time: "There is no God in the holy legends, and there is no church in the stories of the church. They really did this..."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Mirmina smiled, and leaned on the stone pillar behind her rather relaxedly, "It's human beings who write stories, human beings who tell stories, and human beings who listen to stories. Well... God is in the story, in that involuntary story, and now they can finally get God out of that involuntary story, which is good for everyone.

"If one day they actually do a ghost show about the Goddess of Magic, tell everyone that the original 'Miracle of the Source of Magic' was made up by a seriously alcoholic magician after getting high, the original Goddess of Magic oracle It stems from the severe ringing in the ears of an old magician after waking up...then I really want to thank their whole family..."

Amoen was a little surprised: "Oracle? So you really sent an oracle in the early years? Didn't you say that you never answered the prayers of believers?"

"...you are young and ignorant," Mirmina sighed, "When you were born, you were muddled, and you are not unaware of that state—you were sleeping and suddenly heard someone calling yourself, so you subconsciously responded Well, I didn't know that after responding once, there would be no end..."

Amon seemed to be holding back a smile, his eyes narrowed, and he said after a while: "The 'Reformation Plan' of the Theocratic Council will first start with those churches that have declined or are declining, or churches like the Holy Light Churches that are already completely under secular control - so maybe they will actually 'tell a new story' about the goddess of magic, which you can expect. But then again, the story they have to tell is not There must always be a routine - can you accept it?"

"What is unacceptable?" Mirmina said indifferently, "I accept the funeral..."

"I have discussed his plan with Gao Wen, and I have also read some materials from the Theocratic Council," Amon said unhurriedly, "They not only need to make theocratic power secular, but also need to humanize and popularize the gods. Considering the current acceptance of the public, they should not be able to portray the gods as villains in a short time, but perhaps in their next "new story", the goddess of magic will be assigned a secular "personality" ', appearing beautifully on the stage..."

Before Amoen finished speaking, Mirmina began to think seriously, and said seriously after pondering: "If their protective equipment can withstand it, I think I can do it myself..."

Amorn: "..."

Mir Mina looked at him curiously: "Why don't you talk anymore?"

"Sometimes I always feel that I can't catch up with your train of thought..." Amoen said slowly, "Especially this time."

"I think this is normal," Mirmina said nonchalantly, "Compared to me, you are not good at thinking..."

Amoen closed his eyes, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to this "neighbor" who refused to leave, but suddenly, as if he sensed something, he opened his eyes at once - the holy radiance was brighter than before.

"What's wrong with you?" Mirmina sensed the turbulent atmosphere around Amoen, she had never felt a similar reaction from this peaceful nature god, "You..."

"I feel..." Amoen murmured softly as if in a dream, his eyes fell on the gate in front of the disobedient courtyard, "They are here..."

"They? Who are they?" Mirmina froze for a moment, she didn't react at first, but soon she remembered something, her expression changed slightly, and her eyes towards Amoen also became a little complicated, "...need Do I leave?"

"...Thank you for your understanding," Amoen said in a low voice, "Also, please do me a favor before you leave."

Mirmina stood up. She looked at Amoen's huge and scarred body, and guessed what the God of Nature was going to say before the other party continued: "I understand—be decent?"

Amoen lowered his eyelids slightly: "I just don't want them to worry."

In the courtyard of disobedience, low-pitched buzzing sounds began to sound from everywhere, and the high-power magic net units and amplification and projection arrays began to operate under the command of the remote control center, and the crystals fixed in the base broke away. The groove slowly rotated around the two gods, and at the same time as the anti-divinity barrier was activated, Mirmina also waved her arm gently in the direction of Amorn.

The criss-cross metal and crystal fragments on the giant deer quickly faded and disappeared in a twisted mist of light, and were covered by an invisible optical barrier. Those shocking wounds were also covered and covered. After a few short breaths, they set sail The weapons and spaceship fragments of the attackers were all hidden, and only the holy giant deer was left in place, lying prone in the middle of a piece of floating rubble.

And Mirmina's figure... had disappeared before that.

……

A team passed through the portal of the Shadow Realm at the bottom of the Rebellious Fortress, and headed towards the deepest part of the Rebellious Fortress. After reaching the last corridor, Belsetia stopped and signaled the accompanying elves to stay here.

"Your Majesty," an elf military officer couldn't help but stepped forward, "we should..."

"Just wait here," Belsetia said in a gentle but unquestionable tone, "His Majesty Gawain Cecil and I have the ability to protect our own safety - the way forward from here does not need too much There are many people."

The military attache lowered his head, accepted the Queen's order, and then led the guards to the nearby rest area. Belsetia looked at Gawain and nodded slightly.

Gawain's gaze fell to the side not far away, where several old-faced silver elves were standing there. They were wearing classical robes that no longer belonged to this era, and old-era crowns and ceremonial beads that had long been abandoned by the current royal family. In a row, they are like a group of ghosts walking out of an ancient painting—but they really stand in this place.

The archdruid Azmore stood in front of these ancient priests, with a calm face, neither sad nor happy, as if he was just quietly waiting for his own fate, or an answer.

The gate leading to the garden of disobedience is just ahead, the security device near the gate is operating, the runes on the gate are flashing, and the energy field of the anti-god barrier has been connected to the barrier system of the fortress of disobedience itself.

Gawain exhaled lightly, and stepped forward to activate the gate. Amid the creaking sound of the mechanical device pushing the heavy gate, he nodded slightly to the ancient priest who came from history: "Master Azmore, please Bar."

Azmore took a deep breath, stepped across the gate, and stepped out, as if 3000 years had passed.

He saw in front of him a space shrouded in darkness and chaos, which was completely opposite to the legendary kingdom of God, but there was a holy radiance rising in the distance, as if dispelling the surrounding darkness, he saw that there was something in that radiance. The mountain-like figure is lying quietly, just looking at the past, one can feel a colossal power and the kindness and warmth from the depths of the soul.