"Fireworks?"
Enola listened to Shiayar’s words and couldn’t help but be slightly startled.
"Yes."
Shiayar extended his finger, tracing a few strokes in the void.
Clearly, there was nothing on his finger at the mont.
However, azure lines were drawn in the void.
Then, they materialized into an incredibly clear magic model.
"Ennie, do you rember the techniques I once told you about when we were little? How Ceylon’s snowy plains hunters hunt reindeer herds?"
While drawing in mid-air, Shiayar spoke softly.
"Of course."
Enola gently nodded.
Although it was a matter from many years ago.
Yet every mont spent with Shiayar, every ordinary daily fragnt, every plain or extraordinary mory, Enola rembered vividly.
Indeed, mories fade with ti, but legends remain legends because they can freeze those fickle things into eternity.
When Enola unbound the Sacred Spear and officially ascended to legend, beginning to consolidate her unique spiritual ocean.
The first thing she did was securely lock away all the mories related to Shiayar, along with all her emotions for Shiayar at that mont, at the deepest part of her soul, making a backup.
Because after accompanying Shiayar through so many bizarre events, Enola was truly afraid.
Afraid she might lose her mory for so reason, forget her mories with Shiayar, and also forget that initial emotion.
Even more afraid that she would beco like so many other legendary powerful pros, slowly forgetting her original intentions as ti passed, forgetting the cherished feelings once deed as treasures, and eventually walking a path completely opposite to Shiayar, becoming strangers whose destinies could no longer intersect.
Even if she knew that the likelihood of these things happening was minuscule, just the thought of it made Enola extrely uneasy.
So she inscribed the fragnts of mories she cherished deep within her soul.
As long as the soul nad Enola existed for even a mont, even if the physical body perished, even as ti passed, the imprint as if etched in stone would never fade.
Even if one day, she loses her mory like in those lodramatic romance novels she once read, forgetting the past, or choosing to tread a path contrary to Shiayar’s under soone else’s influence or any number of reasons...
As long as that imprint remains, she will be able to recall everything from the past, and once again find the incredibly intense emotions she harbors for Shiayar today.
This thought flashed swiftly through the golden-haired girl’s mind.
She spoke softly: "I rember everything you’ve ever told ."
"Yes."
Shiayar was unaware of Enola’s internal monologue, rely nodding: "This is also a tactic acquired by the icy plains hunters from the snowy plains wolf packs."
"The reindeer of the snowy plains aren’t small, and each herd numbers in the hundreds. Though they are herbivorous, if really provoked into a collective fighting spirit, even wolf packs find them a substantial threat."
"Trampled by hooves, impaled by antlers, such acts will injure the wolf pack."
"And for wild snowy plains wolves, an injury equates to death."
"Therefore, to avoid getting injured during hunts, wolf packs will choose smarter hunting strategies."
"They divide the reindeer herd into smaller groups, using prolonged harassnt and guerrilla tactics to tire out the reindeer ntally, cutting off their potential to unite against an external threat."
"And when the reindeer’s spirits are thoroughly exhausted, becoming paranoid and jumpy... the wolves collectively drive them into a precarious terrain, such as a cliff."
"By then, the wolf pack doesn’t even have to hunt themselves, just creating so commotion on the outside will cause the already jittery reindeers to infight, falling off the cliff in the scramble and chaos."
"Without the need to attack actively, they can feast without lifting a finger."
Shiayar paused slightly in his speech.
Between his fingers, clustered red dots representing Fabled Creatures gathered slowly in the void.
"Likewise, in our current circumstance, it’s a similar principle."
"Being enemies with the world’s Fabled Creatures sounds undeniably cool, but that also implies recklessness and inefficiency."
"Conversely, if we can think of a way to divide those already antagonistic Fabled Creatures, plunging them into a cycle of internal conflict."
"Then, we just need to find a suitable opportunity to capture them all in one go—"
"And then."
Shiayar spread his interlaced fingers: "Boom."
Simultaneously, the vividly blue image drawn mid-air shattered instantly.
Turning into countless glimring azure dots, they scattered downward.
"So, are fireworks best viewed from below? Or from the side?"
During this process, Enola didn’t speak, she rely listened quietly to Shiayar’s recounting.
This is also the reason why Shiayar had always enjoyed spirited conversations in front of Enola, she was always an excellent listener. Whenever Shiayar started his never-ending talks, she would attentively listen, nodding agreeably and occasionally posing questions. She never feigned interest.
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