BEAUTY QUEEN

Section [-] THE FIRSTANDTHELAST

When he wanted to walk in, he realized that the bronze door was tightly closed. He frowned and pushed it open forcefully, so the knock rings on the door collided with each other and made a jingling sound.

It was a silent moment, as if the fishbowl was slowly falling from the high sky, transparent fragments and soft liquids and bright red struggling lonely fish cracked and fell in the almost frozen air; For a long and short moment, the devil said to give me your voice, and everything fell into a frightening silence. He could hear his heart beating powerfully in the world on the other side of the door.The door was so heavy that he gripped the knocker tightly with the other hand on the door and pushed it open.

The long and narrow gap was torn and pulled apart, like the distorted ripples and soft eddies on the surface of a wind-disturbed lake, and the calm of the depths.

There was no one he wanted to see in the spacious bright white hall.Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls stood in the center of the hall closely like a crowd of flowers, looking around in shyness, anxiety, confusion, or horror. He raised his head and began to lick his dry and cracked lips involuntarily, repeating nervously That pointless gesture and trying to say something.

It's like a tense full bow suddenly loses its target It's like a sword just out of its scabbard to meet the flooded waves on the opposite side It's like a world that has lost its sound The dazzling array of musical instruments is like a starved traveler full of hope but ignited Freezing flames.

He opened his mouth, but his voice completely and completely disappeared into the air.

There was a faint smell of ethereal around him, and he felt that his stomach was about to start convulsing, as if being whipped, as if being tied up tightly, as if being ripped apart and crushed to pieces.

The hall suddenly fell silent and everyone's eyes fell on him.

His backpack is dilapidated, his face is haggard and bleak, his feet are covered with dark red mud, his hands are rough and powerful but full of scars, and his hair is randomly tied together like a storm past prairie.

He stood still and cleared his throat and his voice was a little hoarse, and he said: May I ask who is Phaeton* here?

The girls looked at each other and spread out, holding their long milky white skirts like fishes, silently gliding across the smooth ground and then gracefully lowering them down, like snow-white petals being gently unfolded by the wind and then quietly gathered.

After that, he saw a man in a long robe coming out with heavy steps. He held a scepter in his left hand and rested his forehead on his right hand. When he smiled, he was like the warm sunshine. When he spoke, he was like the stream in early summer, gentle and refreshing. , he said: Almighty Sun God bless me and bless me, my name is Phaeton*.

He stood there nervously, his hands were tightly held under the windbreaker, his mouth felt dry, his palms were slightly sweaty, he felt some inexplicable fear blowing through his body like the wind in the dark night. No traces can be seen.

He bowed symbolically and knocked on every small corner in the hall with a deep voice. He said that I am a warrior, and I came here from the sand continent to find my lost friend. Please help me according to the oracle.

Behold, hecometh with the clouds; and every eye shall see him, and they that pierced him;

Phaeton*Son of the Sun