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As Eilleana's voice fell, her figure gradually receded, blending into the night as if becoming one with it. Her movements were light and graceful, like a painting in the night, quietly disappearing into the shadows of the forest. Suddenly, she flashed back to her coffin, paused, and looked up at the bright moon, appearing deep in thought.
"I can sense your fate intertwining in the distant capital of Orlando, the heart of the Solarius Empire. There, there is a visionary dreamer, and perhaps there, you will discover a different self, even your past secrets," her voice was like the night wind, carrying a hint of mystery and profound meaning.
Agamemnon listened to these words and felt a wave of emotion in his heart. As Eilleana's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, his gaze became even deeper. In his mind, he silently repeated, "Orlando... the capital of the Solarius Empire? If there is truly hidden knowledge about the dragons' past there, perhaps that is the key place for me to seek the truth."
His thoughts raced, trying to connect what Eilleana had said about "the dreamer who soars" with his own destiny. Agamemnon knew deep down that this encounter might just be the beginning of a long journey, a starting point that would lead him to a deeper truth.
He decided that once he completed the current mission, he would embark on a journey to the capital of the Solarius Empire, Orlando. There, perhaps, he would find the answers to the mystery of his origins, and maybe uncover an unknown history between the ancient dragon race and the vampires.
As the once noble and mysterious high-ranking vampire, under the gentle glow of the moonlight, slowly reclined into her coffin. Her movements were so graceful and solemn, as if it were a solemn ceremony, an eternal farewell. Her figure appeared particularly fragile and vulnerable in the shadow of the coffin, but there was a faint smile on her face, as if it were a release from this long, dark journey. When her body lightly touched the lining of the coffin, a faint blue light emanated from inside the coffin, shining like the ancient starry sky.
Her hands were folded in front of her chest, striking an elegant and serene pose. Her long hair naturally cascaded within the coffin, emitting a faint glow around her, like a gentle starlight in the night sky. Her gown shimmered with a mysterious radiance in the dimness of the coffin, adding a touch of sacred and immortal beauty to the moment.
Eilleana closed her eyes, exuding a profound tranquility. Her breath became increasingly shallow, as if slowly dissolving into a distant dream. In this instant, the entire forest seemed to be infected by her calmness, and everything around became solemn and sacred.
Sheriff William stood aside, quietly watching the scene. His heart was filled with awe and incomprehension, deeply moved by the final choice of the vampire queen who once ruled the night. Eilleana's figure in the coffin was like an eternal legend, engraved in the memory of this forest.
Agamemnon gazed at Eilleana's pale face, his steps steady and slow as he approached the coffin. She lay there, resembling a piece of art, her beauty radiating a captivating charm even in her slumber. Her hands were folded on her chest, her eyes shimmering with a hint of pleading light.
"AgamemnonAh, my request may sound crazy, but I hope you can help me with this one last thing. Let me fall into slumber again, until the prophesied moment arrives. I do not want to witness the pain and chaos of this world again. I am willing to wait in the darkness until the final war comes." Her voice was filled with a deep sense of sadness and helplessness.
AgamemnonStanding by the coffin, his gaze was complex and profound, as if struggling with his inner turmoil. He deeply felt the weight of Eilleana's words and her premonition of the future. Slowly, he raised the massive sword in his hand, its blade shimmering in the moonlight, symbolizing a power of ending and new beginning.
"Eilleana, I've heard your request. But I must know, is this truly your will? In this dark world, can you really find the future you seek by choosing to sleep once more?" Agamemnon's voice carried a hint of uncertainty and hesitation.
Eilleana gently closed her eyes and smiled as she replied, "Yes, Agamemnon. This is the only choice I can make, and it's the ending I hope for. In my dreams, perhaps I can find that thread of peace belonging to our era."
Agamemnon took a deep breath, raised his giant sword, and prepared to fulfill Eilleana's final request. The tip of his sword pointed at Eilleana's heart, the crucial blow that would send her back into a deep slumber. In that moment, the entire forest seemed to hold its breath, waiting for this decisive instant.
Agamemnon's arm trembled slightly, knowing that the action he was about to take would be irreversible. However, as he looked into Eilleana's eyes, filled with anticipation and determination, he ultimately decided to respect her wishes. He slowly aimed the tip of the giant sword at Eilleana's heart, lightly touching her clothing with the sword's tip before steadily thrusting downward.
Eilleana's body trembled slightly as the sword pierced her, a momentary expression of intense pain flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of relief and calm. Her eyes shimmered with gratitude and resignation, as if thanking Agamemnon for fulfilling her final wish.
Eilleana's body gradually relaxed, eventually lying peacefully in the coffin, her head tilting slightly to one side as she closed her eyes. Fresh red blood slowly flowed from the wound, dripping onto her fair, porcelain-like skin, creating a stark contrast. The blood spread slowly, staining her clothes and the lining of the coffin, yet her expression remained deeply serene and tranquil.
Agamemnon stood by the coffin, watching the scene, his heart filled with complex emotions. He knew that the decision he had just made meant the end of an era, and perhaps the beginning of a new one. He gazed quietly at the remains of Eilleana, filled with respect and sympathy for this once noble and sorrowful being.
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