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Solomon lay on the wet ground, with each heartbeat accompanied by fresh blood spurting from the wound at the back of his head, his breathing heavy and rapid. The mocking voice of Palladio rang in his ears like the whisper of a devil, stimulating his deepest shame and anger. "Oh... Solomon, Solomon, your violent temper remains unchanged, huh? What's wrong? Defeated by a goat, is it really that humiliating?" Palladio's voice was full of mockery and disdain, followed by bursts of laughter echoing through the jungle.
Solomon felt himself being ruthlessly trampled and humiliated, his anger spreading like wildfire in his heart, but his physical weakness left him unable to fight back, only able to struggle weakly in the mud. Palladio's laughter made him feel suffocated, each taunt like a knife stabbing into his heart.
At this moment, Solomon is filled with powerlessness and despair. His identity, his faith, his pride, all seem to be ruthlessly trampled upon at this moment. Palladio's mockery is not only a ridicule of his defeat in battle, but also a denial of all his beliefs. Solomon silently swears in his heart that if given the chance, he will repay this humiliation to Palladio twofold and make that goat pay the price. But for now, he can only endure silently, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.
Palladio slowly crouches down, bringing his face close to Solomon, almost whispering in his ear, "Guardian knight... if you're willing to listen obediently, I can give you a chance..." His voice carries a hint of indifference and calculation, "An opportunity for revenge, are you willing?" This sentence echoes in Solomon's ear like a devil's temptation.
Solomon's shattered consciousness struggles on the brink of despair. He knows deep down that Palladio's words conceal traps and manipulation, but for a thoroughly defeated and wounded guardian knight, the opportunity for revenge is like an oasis in the desert, irresistible.
The inner struggle of Solomon is far more agonizing than the surface wounds. His self-blame almost drowns him - the insult to Nora's divinity by a goat in this battle fills him with deep shame. This shame is not only due to the failure as a guardian knight, but also the desecration of sacred faith. In his heart, every breath feels like self-accusation, every heartbeat a reminder of his betrayal of the divine Nora. Such a failure is not just a loss of identity, but also a despair in faith.
In Palladio's words, Solomon found a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. Although he knew it might be a path filled with thorns of revenge, he was willing to pay any price to cleanse his shame and to prove Nora's power once again. It was a lonely and difficult path, but Solomon was willing to walk it, even if it led to endless darkness and the unknown. In that moment, Solomon nodded almost helplessly, his eyes revealing a resolute determination in despair and a relentless pursuit of revenge for the future. All of this was to restore the tarnished sanctity—for Nora.
Palladio wore a smug smile on his face, as if he had anticipated Solomon's choice. He sneered and said, "Great! This is your decision, I didn't force you!" His tone was full of mockery and disdain, as if he felt he had already won in this game of human nature and faith. Then, he casually took a step back, as if preparing for the upcoming scene.
At this moment, a mage cloaked in mystery slowly entered Solomon's field of vision. The mage's body was covered in unidentifiable runes, each one shimmering with a faint light, as if whispering some ancient and powerful magic. His face was obscured by a heavy cloth, leaving only a pair of deep eyes that projected an ominous glow through the shadows of the cloak.
The appearance of this mage seemed to freeze the surrounding air, and each of his steps felt like treading upon the pain in Solomon's heart, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Palladio's voice resounded once again, this time filled with unquestionable authority: "Remember, Solomon, this is your choice. We, the Human Alliance, will never forget your contributions." These words contained both a promise and an implicit threat, and the mysterious mage undoubtedly held the key to carrying out all of this.
Solomon's consciousness was fleeting in this moment, involuntarily returning to the figure of that magician. Ruin, a mysterious figure who served as a personal guard to Palladio, his presence shrouded in a shadow of death just like his name. Solomon remembered, this person always wore a black robe, never showing his face, his voice deep and sharp, like a crow in the night, sending shivers down one's spine every time it sounded.
"Knight... it's going to hurt a bit next... you won't mind, will you?" Ruin's unsettling voice rang in Solomon's ears, carrying a kind of cold humor. In the instant after this was said, a red light suddenly shot out from Ruin's hand, piercing towards Solomon. The red light contained a powerful and evil energy, piercing through the earth and darkness, illuminating the space around Solomon.
The pain came with the touch of light, and Solomon felt as if his body was being pricked by countless needles, with every nerve screaming. This pain far exceeded any he had endured before; it was not just physical torment, but more like the agony of his soul being eroded. However, Solomon could not make a sound; his throat seemed to be oppressed by some force, only able to silently cry out and struggle in his heart.
As Ruin watched Solomon endure this indescribable pain, his expression seemed even darker, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the intensity of the red light seemed to increase.
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