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Edric sat alone, staring at the flickering bonfire and the joyful people around him, but deep within him, a profound sense of unease surged like a tide. Despite the cheerful atmosphere around him, his intuition told him that some great threat was quietly approaching.
Once again, his gaze turned to the distant sky, where the stars shimmered as if warning of the impending danger. His mind was filled with confusion, unsure if this feeling stemmed from the shadows of his past battles or if there truly was some unknown force approaching this forgotten planet.
In Edric's heart, there is an intuition telling him that this threat is far beyond the scope of Asra Planet, but comes from a more distant and powerful existence. This premonition makes him feel uneasy, preventing him from immersing himself in the joy of the celebration like others.
He silently ponders whether he should take some measures or warn others. But he is worried that his feeling is just groundless worry. If he issues a warning without basis, it will only cause unnecessary panic.
Edric tried to suppress the unease in his heart, but the feeling only grew stronger. He knew that he might need to prepare himself to face the upcoming unknown challenges.
Slowly rising from the chair, every movement of Edric seemed difficult and slow. His body was still covered in scars, bandages wrapped around his limbs, and every stretch brought a sharp pain. However, in this joyful environment, his inner turmoil sharply contrasted with the surroundings.
Edric stood up and took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his body like a lump of lead. His gaze swept over the joyful crowd around him, but inside, he felt a tumultuous sea. He began to slowly move through the crowd, each step resisting an invisible force. The laughter and conversations of the crowd seemed unrelated to him, as his mind was completely immersed in his own world.
Edric was filled with struggle and contradiction. As he slowly traversed the noise of the celebration, each step seemed to engage in a silent dialogue with his past self. His heart was filled with both an obsession with family honor and a sense of helplessness and defeat in reality. Every breath he took was accompanied by chaotic thoughts, like a ship swaying in a storm, struggling to find a definite direction.
He recalled the war stories his father used to tell him when he was young, the legendary bravery of Archangel, and the glory of House of Heraldry on the interstellar battlefield. These stories were once his pride, the heroic images in his dreams. But now, these stories seemed irrelevant to him, like distant stars, out of reach.
Edric kept replaying his father's last night in his mind, the night drowned in alcohol and sorrow. He remembered his father's weary and bewildered eyes, seemingly asking why their efforts and sacrifices had ultimately become a forgotten past. Edric took a deep breath, filled with a profound sense of powerlessness.
At that moment, a distant voice suddenly brought Edric back to reality. He looked up at the sky, and the ominous roar stirred something within him. A flicker of unease crossed his face as he sensed that the sound did not belong to this world, bringing with it the unknown and a sense of threat.
Edric stood in the crowd, his heart filled with turmoil. As the last of the House of Heraldry, he knew that he might have to face more than just the present joy and tranquility, but also the deep-seated sense of duty. His hand unconsciously touched the family crest in his pocket, a symbol carrying countless memories and heavy responsibilities. His gaze gradually became resolute, and despite the uncertainty of the future, he knew he must face it bravely.
Feren is dancing in the crowd, his steps are much more agile than before, as if he has found the rhythm. His body turns lightly with the music, each step appearing confident and energetic. A happy smile lights up his face as he stands out in the crowd, becoming the center of attention.
Laughing, he calls out to Edric as he dances, "Edric! Come and see! I've invented a new dance step!" It seems he wants to share this joy with Edric, to let Edric witness his progress.
However, when he turned around, expecting Edric's gaze and encouragement, he found Edric walking alone, slowly making his way out of the celebration. Edric's figure, illuminated by the orange-red firelight, appeared somewhat lonely and burdened. His pace was not fast, but resolute, as if driven by some determination or responsibility.
Feren's smile froze on his face as he stopped dancing, his eyes following Edric's gradually receding figure. A sense of puzzlement and worry surged in his heart, not understanding why Edric would suddenly leave, and what emotions were driving him. A hint of confusion flashed in Feren's gaze, but at the same time, there was a trace of concern and respect for Edric. He knew that Edric was not an ordinary person, and that his heart must hold many stories and secrets.
Feren stood at the edge of the dance area at the celebration, his gaze closely following the departing Edric. His heart struggled, torn between the joyous atmosphere of the celebration and his worry and curiosity about Edric. His feet moved unconsciously, swaying slightly back and forth, as if hesitating whether to give up the merriment here and follow Edric's footsteps.
Finally, Feren seemed to find an answer in his heart. He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and decided to follow Edric. A determined light flashed across his face, and then he turned to begin navigating through the crowded crowd. He carefully weaved through the crowd, encountering obstacles from time to time, whether it was a dancing couple or a group of cheerful villagers. He had to pause, smile politely at them, express his apologies, and then continue on his way.
The noise, music, and laughter in the crowd formed a strong contrast with the hesitation and worry in Feren's heart. His eyes kept searching in the crowd, trying to maintain eye contact with Edric. Although Edric's figure had become increasingly blurry, Feren still pushed forward, hoping to catch up with him and understand the reason for his sudden departure.
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