" Groselle!"
The " Punisher Knight " Longzel, who was closest to the Giant, rushed over, helped Groselle up, and then slowly let go, standing up as if he had just woken from a bewildering dream.
Siatas broke free from Mobett's support, ignoring the pain in her body, and with the help of the wind, quickly ran to Groselle's side.
She bent down, carefully observed for a moment, then pushed the other person and shouted at the top of her lungs:
Wake up! Wake up!
"We should head out!"
Her voice faded, and then she fell silent.
Mobett stood nearby and watched as the Giant's body swayed unsteadily, unable to maintain its balance, and finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.
He remained silent for a few seconds, then exhaled slowly and deeply.
At this moment, Anderson and Edwina had already run to the frozen ascetic Snowman, one using fire and the other simulating holy light to help him thaw quickly. Only Klein, being nearby, went directly to Grosser's side.
His " Spirit Body Threads " vision told him that the opponent was dead, with only the spirit remaining, but it was also beginning to dissipate, which rendered his Damage Transfer ability completely ineffective.
From the moment he burned the Dawn's light and entangled the frost Dragon for the second time, Groselle should have been prepared for death... Klein fell silent.
Mobett glanced at him, gave a bitter smile, and said:
"To be honest, I haven't seen many Giant. Most of my impressions come from books, teachers, and parents. I've always thought that this race is cruel and violent, more like Monster than Wisdom beings. But Groselle is different. He is frank, honest, and optimistic. Although he seems a bit silly, he knows better than anyone what is right and what is Error."
"He told me it was because he wasn't one of the oldest Giant, not even the second or third generation... Cruel, tyrannical, and insane Giant also have the instinct to mate and will produce offspring. And from time to time, some of these offspring will be more rational. These offspring will then reproduce, making the entire Giant race increasingly deviate from the category of Monster."
"Ha, I don't know whether I should believe him or not, but his existence proves it's a possibility..."
Mobett paused mid-sentence, seemingly lost in memories of the past.
At this moment, Edwina and Anderson helped Snowman body was still visibly stiff, closer, and the Ascetic then struggled to walk to Groselle's side.
Looking at the tightly closed vertical eye, Snowman drew a cross-like symbol on his chest, half-closed his eyes, and began to pray softly:
"Father of all things, great source, here lies an honest and pure spirit... May he enter your kingdom and receive eternal salvation..."
Siatas opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say that Groselle worshipped the Giant King Ormir, but in the end she didn't speak, silently watching Snowman finish his prayer.
"We must get out of here as soon as possible, no one knows how long that door will hold!" the Elf Singer said, looking around, her expression quite agitated by grief and pain.
She glanced down at the Giant again, and added in a low voice:
"We cannot let Groselle's spirit dissipate in this illusory world; we must bring him back to reality!"
"Okay." Mobett immediately agreed, and Klein and the others had no objections either.
Edwina turned her head and shouted towards the snow-covered cave:
" Danitz, you can come out now."
At this moment, Siatas's eyes flickered slightly, as if she had thought of something, and she turned to Klein and said:
Do you have paper and pen?
"Yes." Klein took out his blotting pen and notepad, a professional skill of a " Seer."
Siatas took it and began writing rapidly, continuing even after Danitz ran out of the cave.
Danitz remained silent, seemingly quite depressed, showing no obvious joy or excitement at the prospect of leaving the world of the book.
Finally, Siatas stopped writing and returned the paper and pen to Klein at the same time:
"The recipe you requested."
"Isn't the transaction supposed to take place outside?" Klein muttered to himself in confusion, taking his pen and the " Ocean Songster " Potion recipe.
Seemingly sensing his confusion, Siatas turned her head to look at Groselle on the ground and said in a low voice:
We are comrades now.
So, can we just give him the Potion recipe? Klein carefully put away the items and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"I'll give you the glass after we go outside."
Siatas didn't reply, but pushed Mobett instead.
"Go lift Groselle."
Mobett glanced down at his less-than-robust body and his high-pointed leather boots, gave a helpless wry smile, and walked over to Groselle's thigh.
" Punisher Knight " Longzel followed silently, bending down to hug the Giant's left shoulder.
Anderson glanced around, clicked his tongue, and said:
"You're all injured or weak, I'll take over."
He then put his arm around Groselle's other shoulder.
Just as Klein was about to go to the remaining thigh, Danitz quickly went over and took his place.
Seeing this, he stopped and watched as Anderson and the others lifted Groselle up and walked towards the illusory door covered in snow.
He, Edwina, and the staggering, swaying Siatas and Snowman followed silently, arriving at the exit formed from the corpse of the Frost Dragon Yurizan.
At this moment, Klein looked around and found that the pale blue blood that the " King of the North " had previously shed was completely gone, as if it had never existed.
Sure enough, a manifested, almost realistic Monster appeared... Klein fell behind, watching Edwina take a few steps forward, bend slightly, and place her palms on the door.
Then, this " Vice Admiral Iceberg " exerted his strength and pushed open the snow-covered gate.
Without a sound, everything that everyone saw became illusory, then transparent, and disappeared.
Before their eyes quickly appeared rows of brownish-yellow bookshelves, the orange the Sun that had already set below the horizon outside the window, and a table with pens, ink bottles, and papers.
This is the captain's cabin of " Vice Admiral Iceberg " Edwina!
Klein and his companions quickly turned their attention to the center of the table, where a book bound together from yellowish-brown parchment lay open.
The book was turned by an invisible wind, and it came to the last page, whereupon Klein and the others saw the ending:
With the help of mad adventurers and powerful Hunter, Groselle fulfilled his promise, leading his companions to slay the ' King of the North,' but he too perished in the Land of Frost.
"None of them have given us an ending... Siatas, where do you want to go next?" Mobett put down Groselle's leg and turned to ask the Elf Singer.
Siatas's gaze faltered for several seconds before she said firmly:
"I'm searching for my people..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly noticed that Mobett's flaxen hair was turning white rapidly, and that obvious wrinkles had appeared on her once smooth face.
In the blink of an eye, Mobett in her eyes had Aging to the point of death.
Siatas felt a pang of anxiety and was about to pounce, but she was shocked to find that her legs had somehow become weak.
With a thud, she fell to the floor and discovered that the back of her hand was covered with the marks that only the elderly have.
She immediately understood what was happening, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She struggled and tried to crawl toward Mobett.
Mobett had also collapsed to the ground, wriggling toward her and extending his right hand forward.
Siatas extended her right hand and grasped the withered, emaciated hand.
They struggled to look up, their eyes reflecting each other's current appearance.
Their lips curled upwards simultaneously, then slumped back down, their eyelids drooping and blocking out the light.
Klein, Edwina, Anderson, and Danitz were completely caught off guard by this change and had no idea what they could do. They could only watch helplessly as Groselle's body rapidly decomposed, his flesh and blood evaporated, leaving only bones and the Beyonder Characteristic that had been extracted. They watched as Mobett, Siatas, Snowman, and Longzel Aging and died within seconds, then stopped breathing, repeating everything that had happened to Groselle's body.
Their clothes either disappeared or turned to ashes, and their spirits vanished with extraordinary speed, soon disappearing altogether.
"Even the shortest one has lived inside for over 165 years..." Edwina murmured to herself, turning to look at the skeleton gazing out at the sea and the Sun.
This was none other than " Punisher Knight " Longzel, who sat in a chair, gazing westward, towards Backlund.
Snowman sat cross-legged beside him, the remains remaining in a praying posture.
Yes, they've lived in the world of the book for hundreds, even thousands of years. According to the rules of the external world, they weren't even Demigod, they should have died long ago... I should have thought of this... Why wasn't I on guard at all? Could it be...? Klein suddenly remembered the influence of the world of the book on the minds of Mobett, Groselle, and others, and vaguely made a judgment.
He looked down at the parchment-bound book once more, convinced that it held many, many more secrets.
"This guy was quite interesting, just like that, he died..." Anderson stared at Mobett's corpse and pursed his lips.
At this moment, all the Beyonder Characteristic were slowly coalescing, but " Punisher Knight " Longzel did not produce anything similar. Edwina examined it for a while and said in a calm tone:
" The Potion he consumed was fake, and so was the power he gained, just like that frost Dragon."
It must be a manifestation of the world in the book; it's almost like mistaking the unreal for the real... Klein sighed silently, momentarily at a loss for words, and could only maintain Gehrman Sparrow- like silence.
For the next ten minutes, no one spoke in the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream " until the four Beyonder Characteristic took shape.
One was the size of a fist, resembling a heart, covered with holes and shimmering with the light of Dawn; another was like a jellyfish, its transparent outer layer enveloping azure seawater, within which whirlpools were sometimes stirred by winds, and flashes of silvery white appeared, with faint, melodious songs emanating from within; one was a pure, shining crystal, full of a sacred feeling; and one resembled an infant's palm, with five tiny fingers spread out, its skin color constantly changing depending on the environment.
"Well, we can't just keep watching like this." Finally, Anderson broke the silence. "Let's distribute these Beyonder Characteristic."
Just as a hint of anger flashed in Edwina's light blue eyes, the Hunter shrugged and smiled bitterly:
"I think this must be their wish as well, because we are comrades who fought together."