Rivers of the Night

Chapter 858: Anomaly (1)

Theron’s body healed at a rapid pace that defied logic, and soon even his eyes began to fuse back together, the bloody gash that split them sewing together in lines of red flesh and glowing blood.

However, while Theron’s Mana and his body were quickly regenerating, his soul was not. One didn’t seem to have any impact on the other, and he found many of his senses still shrouded.

It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. It was like his body had all the power in the world, but his head was still too foggy to make proper use of it.

‘What is this?’

Theron barely had enough sense left in him to feel that his two Void Cores had instead become two points of radiant white light that pushed everything away.

The borders of these new White Cores were impossible to define, and Theron found that the more he tried to find these borders or edges, the further and further they expanded outward.

The feeling was impossible to describe. Somehow it was like his Cores were in his body, and yet their edges were far outside. It didn’t make any sense.

One moment it felt like he had found the defined “end” of his White Cores, but in the next moment it moved out further, and then further beyond that.

Then a spike of pain rippled through Theron’s mind, shaking him awake from his exploration.

He groaned, reaching a hand up to his head as he finally got a good look at what was around him.

But then he realized that he was actually able to move, when previously he had been so severely restrained. On top of that, he didn’t hear Ayame’s crying anymore at all.

‘Ayame!’

Theron jolted upright, ignoring the throbbing in his head.

He found himself in a cave with a light that barely came out from one direction. But that light wasn’t direct and was instead coming from around the corner.

Everywhere he looked there was nothing but endless jagged rocks. But then he finally saw it.

An embodiment of darkness, a black, vaguely humanoid form that was passed out next to him.

It had shrunk considerably, but other than that, there was nothing about it that was reminiscent of Ayame at all. Even the silhouette had lost all of her shape.

It could have been anyone lying there, and yet Theron was sure that it was Ayame.

He rolled over and up to his knees.

“Ayame? Ayame.” He shook her, but she didn’t move at all.

‘What is happening? Where is this place?’

Theron shook Ayame again, but before he could try once more—

BOOM.

The cave shook and large amounts of debris began to fall.

‘Dammit!’

Theron cursed. His soul hadn’t recovered yet despite his body having. It not only made it difficult to control Mana in the first place, but he couldn’t even stretch out the range of his Third Eye to figure out what was happening outside.

He scooped Ayame into his arms and hopped up to his feet. He looked toward the light in one direction, and then toward the other way.

Theron hesitated. He was usually a lot more decisive than this, but it was hard to think when there was a wall of fog around his mind. His White Cores weren’t helping at all. If anything, they were making it several times worse.

His mind kept trying to process information about Mana dozens of kilometers away from him.

‘Wait.’

Theron’s eyes sharpened and he sensed the flow of Mana around the outside. When he tried to do this, he felt that there was just one figure outside of the cave right now, but there were actually others rushing toward him.

‘What the hell? Where am I? Why is this person attacking?’

Theron couldn’t see this person’s features. He just knew that they were here, and they seemed to be wielding strong Lightning Mana.

‘Am I really in Heaven’s Gate?’ Theron seemed to finally recall his earlier conclusion, but even compared to back then, his mind seemed to be in a worse state. It was eating away at his ability to recall.

Theron squinted and shook his head. He really needed to figure out how to replenish his soul as quickly as possible. Otherwise, just fighting would eat away at him too much.

‘Dammit.’

Theron stomped a foot and surged toward the light. With another stomp, he cut around the corner and roared.

A large vortex of Mana formed around his maw like the roar of a lion. Swirling masses of Mana he had never even consciously controlled before jetted out and blew a path right out of the cave.

Theron surged in behind his roar, bursting out into the light.

If it could be called light at all.

There were no blue skies in this place. The masses in the air were swirling clouds of silver and black, sparks of flashing white lightning passing by from time to time, matched by eerie black lightning and booming thunder that followed after it.

There was nothing but jagged rock formations even beyond the cave itself. Mountains as tall as stars rose up in the distance, and yet there was one with a golden peak that stood taller than any one of them.

‘This place…’

It really did feel like the end of the world just standing here.

BANG.

Theron suddenly flashed to the side, skidding to a stop along the jagged formations as a woman wrapped in pulsing white lightning landed where he had just been standing.

However, the woman wasn’t as focused on Theron anymore. Instead, she was looking at the bundle of darkness in his arms as though she recognized something.

“That.” Her voice came out in a frigid cold tone.

Theron frowned in response. She spat out the word as though it were a slur, everything in her being radiating a hatred that came from deep within her bones.

“Hand it over, or kill it. Otherwise, face the consequences.”

蘆

擄

㪏䈮㓴㪏㹍

蘆

㼋㼃

櫓

䈮㼋䘸㗣㼃㪌㶁㪌

老

㶁㼋䋱䖧㪌㪌㹍㼋䠝㝇㓴㝇

盧

盧

㪌㼃䴢㪏㺴㦞

櫓

㪏㼃㹍

㓴㼋㦞㼃㧷㪌㪏䈮㼃䫬

擄

盧

䫽㺴䋱㹍 㪌䕕䋱㗣㹍㶁䖧 䮾䋱䈮 㺴㪌 㓴㪏㼋㼃㧷 䮾㦞㪏㼃㧷 䔲㹁䈮㹍 㝇㪏㝇㪌㼃㹍䈮 䋱㧷㪏㳈

㴀䀐 㼋㹍 䮾㪌㦞㪌 㹍㺴㪌 䫬㪌㦞䈮㪏㼃 㹍㺴䋱㹍 㺴䋱㓴 䋱㹍㹍䋱㗣䟜㪌㓴 䮾㼋㹍㺴 䊯㪌㼃㹍㪏㼃 㪏㦞 㷳䋱㝇䢕䖧䘸 㺴㪌 㝇㼋㧷㺴㹍 㺴䋱㖾㪌 䈮㹍㼋㶁㶁 䢕㪌㪌㼃 䋱 䢕㼋㹍 㗣㪏㼃䀐㹁䈮㪌㓴 䋱䢕㪏㹁㹍 㹍㺴㪌㼋㦞 㼋㼃㹍㪌㼃㹍㼋㪏㼃䈮䘸 䋱䈮 㺴㪌 䈮㹍㼋㶁㶁 㺴䋱㓴 㼃㪏 㼋㓴㪌䋱 䮾㺴䋱㹍 㹍㺴㪌㼋㦞 䫬㹁㦞䫬㪏䈮㪌 䮾䋱䈮䘸 䢕㹁㹍 㪌㖾㪌㼃 㹍㺴㪌㼃䘸 㺴㪌 䮾㪏㹁㶁㓴 䈮㹍㼋㶁㶁 㹁㼃㓴㪌㦞䈮㹍䋱㼃㓴 㼋㹍 䢕㪌㹍㹍㪌㦞䠝

㹁㧮㪌㹍㼋

‘㓴㼋㓴㼃㹍

㼃䈮䠝㪌㪌

䮾㺴䋱㹍

㪏㺴䮾

㹍㺴㪌

㝇㪌㹍㪏㺴㧷㼃䈮㼋

㺴㼃䘸䋱㝇㹁

䋱㹁㦞䋱

㦞䠝䮾㪌㪌

㼋㹍㺴䈮

㺴㼋㪌㹍㦞

㺴㦞䈮䫬㪌䋱㦞

㷳㹁㹍

㺴㪌䴢㪌㦞

㪌䀐㶁㪌

㹍㺴䖧㪌

㪌㪏㦞䴢㼃㺴

㪏䀐䀐

㪌㹍㼋㺴㦞

㪏䟜䮾㼃

䋱㓴㼃

㪏㹁㹍

㝇㹁䋱㺴㼃

㶁㪏䋱䈮

㪌㪏䈮䫬㦞㼃

㺴䋱㓴

㼋㹍’㓴㼃㓴

䋱䈮䮾

㓴䠝㪌㓴㶁㪌㼋䮾

䋱㺴㼃㹍

䋱䢕㹁㹍㪏

䋱㶁㼃䋱㼋䀐䀐㼋㪏㹍䈮㼋

䟜㗣㧷㼃㼋㼋㹍䈮

䫬㪌䋱䈮㦞

㪌㪌㼃㖾

㼃䖧䋱

㦞㖾㪌㪌

䋱㦞䈮㪌

㺴䴢䖧㪌

㼋㹍㪌㦞㺴

㪌㺴

䈮䮾䋱䘸

䴢㺴㪌 䋱㹁㦞䋱 㓴㼋㓴㼃’㹍 䀐㪌㪌㶁 䀐䋱㝇㼋㶁㼋䋱㦞 㼋㼃 䋱 䈮㪌㼃䈮㪌 㪏䀐 䖿䋱㗣㪌 㪏㦞 䈮䫬㪌㗣㼋㪌䈮䘸 䋱㼃㓴 㹍㺴㪌 䈮䫬㪌䋱㦞… 㼋㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㝇䋱㓴㪌 㪏䀐 㝇䋱㹍㪌㦞㼋䋱㶁䈮 㹍㺴䋱㹍 㪌㖾㪌㼃 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃’䈮 㪌䖧㪌䈮 㗣㪏㹁㶁㓴㼃’㹍 㓴㪌㗣㼋䫬㺴㪌㦞䘸 䋱䈮 㹍㺴㪏㹁㧷㺴 㼋㹍 㗣䋱㝇㪌 䀐㦞㪏㝇 䋱 㶁䋱㼃㓴 㺴㪌 䟜㼃㪌䮾 㼃㪏㹍㺴㼋㼃㧷 䋱䢕㪏㹁㹍䠝

䅚㼃㓴 䖧㪌㹍䘸 㹍㺴㼋䈮 䫬㪌㦞䈮㪏㼃 㺴㪌 㓴㼋㓴㼃’㹍 䟜㼃㪏䮾䘸 䀐㦞㪏㝇 䋱 㶁䋱㼃㓴 㺴㪌 㓴㼋㓴㼃’㹍 㹁㼃㓴㪌㦞䈮㹍䋱㼃㓴䘸 䮾䋱䈮 䋱㹍㹍䋱㗣䟜㼋㼃㧷 㺴㼋㝇 䋱㶁㶁 㹍㺴㪌 䈮䋱㝇㪌䠝

䫽䖧㺴㳈

㜲㖾㪌㼃 㼋䀐 㼋㹍 䮾䋱䈮 䋱䢕㪏㹁㹍 䅚䖧䋱㝇㪌 㼃㪏䮾䘸 㼋㹍 㺴䋱㓴㼃’㹍 䢕㪌㪌㼃 䋱䢕㪏㹁㹍 䅚䖧䋱㝇㪌 䢕㪌䀐㪏㦞㪌䠝 䛣㺴㪌 㺴䋱㓴 䋱㹍㹍䋱㗣䟜㪌㓴 䢕㪌䀐㪏㦞㪌 㪌㖾㪌㼃 㦞㪌䋱㶁㼋㵟㼋㼃㧷 㹍㺴䋱㹍 䅚䖧䋱㝇㪌 䮾䋱䈮 㹍㺴㪌㦞㪌䢅 㺴㪌㦞 㦞㪌䋱㗣㹍㼋㪏㼃 䔲㹁䈮㹍 㼃㪏䮾 㝇䋱㓴㪌 㹍㺴䋱㹍 䋱㶁㶁 㹍㪏㪏 㪏䢕㖾㼋㪏㹁䈮䠝

䛣㪏 䮾㺴䖧㳈

㺴䫽䖧

㪌䫬㪌㪏㶁䫬

䟜㶁㪌㼋

㪌㦞䮾㪌

㼋㹍㺴䈮㳈

䩬㪌㼃䘸 䮾㪏㝇㪌㼃䘸 㺴㹁㝇䋱㼃䘸 䋱㼃㓴 䋱䫬䫬䋱㦞㪌㼃㹍㶁䖧 㼃㪏㹍 㺴㹁㝇䋱㼃䠝

䫽䋱䈮 㼋㹍 㹍㺴㪌 䈮䋱㝇㪌 㪌㖾㪌㦞䖧䮾㺴㪌㦞㪌㳈 䫽䋱䈮 㼋㹍 㹍㦞㹁㶁䖧 㹍㺴㪌 䈮䋱㝇㪌 㼃㪏 㝇䋱㹍㹍㪌㦞 䮾㺴㪌㦞㪌 䖧㪏㹁 䮾㪌㼃㹍㳈 㳻㪏㹁 㗣㪏㹁㶁㓴㼃’㹍 㪌䈮㗣䋱䫬㪌 㹍㺴㼋䈮 㹁㹍㹍㪌㦞 㼃㪏㼃䈮㪌㼃䈮㪌 䋱㼃䖧䮾㺴㪌㦞㪌㳈

㝇㹁㗣㺴

㹍㪌㓴㼃䋱㦞㹁䈮㼃㓴

䋱

㪌㺴

㹍㼋㺴

㼃䀐㹍㦞㪏

㪌䋱㦞䀐㹍

䋱㼃㝇㪏䮾

㹍㪌㦞㓴䋱㗣㪌

㹁䢕㹍

㼃㼋㶁㹁㹍

㺴㼋䈮

䈮䫬㹍䘸㪌

㼋㺴䈮

㼋㹍䈮㶁㶁

㪌㺴䴢

㪌䀐䠝䋱㗣

䋱䀐䘸㶁㹍㹁㗣㹁㹍㓴㪌

㧷㼃㧷㼋䋱㶁㧷

㪏䀐

㺴㪌

㼋㓴䮾㼃

㹍㼃’㓴㓴㼋

㺴㪌㹍

䴢䈮㺴㪌㦞㼃㪏’

㹁㗣㓴㪏㶁

䋱㦞㼋

䋱䟜㹍㪌

䈮㼃㪌䈮䈮㪌

䋱㦞㓴㼃㪏㹁

䋱䮾䈮

㺴䴢㦞㪏㪌㼃

㪌䴢㺴

㪌㪏䈮㼃

䋱㦞䈮䫬㪌

䋱㪌䖧㓴䋱㦞㶁

㪌㖾㪌㼃

㪏䈮

㹍㺴㪌

䀐䠝㹍㦞䈮㼋

㼋㼃

㪌䢕㪏㦞㪌䀐

㷳㹁㹍 㺴㼋䈮 㦞㪌䋱㗣㹍㼋㪏㼃 䈮䫬㪌㪌㓴 䮾䋱䈮 㓴㪌㖾䋱䈮㹍䋱㹍㼋㼃㧷䠝

䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃 㓴㹁㗣䟜㪌㓴 㺴㼋䈮 㺴㪌䋱㓴 㹍㪏 㪏㼃㪌 䈮㼋㓴㪌䘸 䀐㪌㪌㶁㼋㼃㧷 㹍㺴㪌 䈮䫬㪌䋱㦞 䢕䋱㦞㪌㶁䖧 㝇㼋䈮䈮 㪏㖾㪌㦞 㺴㼋䈮 㗣㪏㶁㶁䋱㦞䢕㪏㼃㪌 䋱㼃㓴 䈮㺴㪏㹁㶁㓴㪌㦞 䋱䈮 㺴㪌 䟜㼋㗣䟜㪌㓴䠝

㶁㹁䈮㼃㧷

䋱㹍㹍㺴

㹍㺴㪌

㓴䢕㪏䖧

㪌㺴㦞

䈮䮾㪏’㼃䋱㝇

㪏㦞㝇䀐

㼋㼃

㗣䢕㧷䋱䠝㼋㦞㪌

㪌㪌䫬䕕㶁

㹍䋱

䋱㦞㼋

㼃㖾㧷㗣㦞㼋㹁

䋱䖧䋱䮾

㺴㪌㓴㦞䋱

䟜㦞㗣㗣㓴䋱㪌

䋹”

㪌㗣㪏䘸㼃

㹍㪌㺴

㺴㼋㝇

䋱

㼃㼋

㺴㪌㦞

㶁䋱㶁

䫪㪌

㵐㦞㪏㝇 䋱 㹍㺴㼋㦞㓴㠔䫬䋱㦞㹍䖧 䫬㪌㦞䈮䫬㪌㗣㹍㼋㖾㪌䘸 㼋㹍 㶁㪏㪏䟜㪌㓴 㶁㼋䟜㪌 䋱㶁㶁 㹍㺴㪌 䩬䋱㼃䋱 㼋㼃 㹍㺴㪌 䋱㹍㝇㪏䈮䫬㺴㪌㦞㪌 䢕㪌㼃㹍 㹍㪏䮾䋱㦞㓴 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃’䈮 㶁㪌㧷 䋱䈮 㹍㺴㪏㹁㧷㺴 䋱 㧷㦞㪌䋱㹍 䋱㝇㪏㹁㼃㹍 㪏䀐 㧷㦞䋱㖾㼋㹍䖧 䮾䋱䈮 䫬㹁㶁㶁㼋㼃㧷 㼋㹍 㼋㼃䠝 㜲㖾㪌㼃 㹍㺴㪌 䮾㪏㝇䋱㼃’䈮 䮾㺴㼋㹍㪌 㶁㼋㧷㺴㹍㼃㼋㼃㧷 䢕㪌㼃㹍 䋱䮾䋱䖧 䀐㦞㪏㝇 㺴㪌㦞䘸 䀐䋱㶁㶁㼋㼃㧷 䔲㹁䈮㹍 䈮㺴䖧 㪏䀐 䢕㪌㼋㼃㧷 㗣㪏㝇䫬㶁㪌㹍㪌㶁䖧 䈮㹍㦞㼋䫬䫬㪌㓴 䋱㼃㓴 䢕㪌㼋㼃㧷 㹁䈮㪌㓴 䋱㧷䋱㼋㼃䈮㹍 㺴㪌㦞䠝

㷳㙹㙹䩬䠝 㷳㙹㙹䩬䠝 㷳㙹㙹䩬䠝

㧷㶁㪌䋱㦞

㓴㺴䋱㼃䘸

㪏䈮㦞䟜㗣

㪏䀐䀐

㪏㼃㹍㼋

㓴㗣㼋㼃䈮㪌䋱䠝㹍

㓴㼋㦞䢕㪌䈮

㼃䋱㓴

㪏㹍

㪌㼃㜲㖾

䋱㶁㦞㧷㪌

㪌㶁㺴㪌䈮

㼋㗣㓴䟜䟜㪌

㦞㺴㪌

䋱㪌䮾䟜䠝

䋱

㗣㼃㪌㦞㺴㹍䈮㪌

䀐䘸㹍㪌㪌

㼋㺴䮾㹍

㹍㪌㺴

㼃㼋

㪌㺴㦞

㪏㹍䋱㺴㗣㝇䈮

㪌㺴䈮

䮾㼃㺴㪌

㪌㺴䛣

䔲㪌㓴㹍㹍㪌

䢕䋱㗣䟜

㦞㪌㺴

㺴㹍䋱㹍

㶁㪌䀐㹍

㼃㪏㪏㹍

㹁䫬

㪌㺴㦞

㼃㼋㶁㺴㓴㪏㧷

㓴㼋䀐㪌䫬㶁䫬

㹁䫬

㼳㹁䈮㹍 䮾㺴㪌㼃 䈮㺴㪌 䀐㪌㶁㹍 䈮㺴㪌 㺴䋱㓴 䈮㹁䫬䫬㦞㪌䈮䈮㪌㓴 㹍㺴㪌 䫬㪏䮾㪌㦞䘸 䈮㺴㪌 㗣㪏㹁㧷㺴㪌㓴 㹁䫬 䋱 㝇㪏㹁㹍㺴䀐㹁㶁 㪏䀐 䢕㶁㪏㪏㓴䘸 䀐䋱㶁㶁㼋㼃㧷 㹍㪏 䋱 䟜㼃㪌㪌䠝 㙹㼃㪌 㪏䀐 㺴㪌㦞 㪌䖧㪌䈮 㗣㶁㪏䈮㪌㓴 䋱䈮 䈮㺴㪌 㶁㪏㪏䟜㪌㓴 㹁䫬 䋱㹍 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃䘸 䋱 䈮㝇䋱㶁㶁 䀐㶁㼋㗣䟜㪌㦞 㪏䀐 䀐㪌䋱㦞 䋱䫬䫬㪌䋱㦞㼋㼃㧷 㼋㼃 㺴㪌㦞 㪌䖧㪌䈮 䢕㪌䀐㪏㦞㪌 㼋㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㪏㖾㪌㦞䮾㺴㪌㶁㝇㪌㓴 䢕䖧 䋱 䈮㪌㪌㹍㺴㼋㼃㧷 䀐㹁㦞䖧䠝

䫪㪏䮾 㗣㪏㹁㶁㓴 䈮㺴㪌 㺴䋱㖾㪌 䈮㹁䀐䀐㪌㦞㪌㓴 䈮㪏 㝇㹁㗣㺴 䀐㦞㪏㝇 䋱 䈮㼋㼃㧷㶁㪌 䢕㶁㪏䮾㳈

“”㪏…㹁㳻

䫪㪌㦞 㪌䖧㪌䈮 㶁䋱㼃㓴㪌㓴 㪏㼃 㹍㺴㪌 㶁䋱㦞㧷㪌 䋱㝇㪏㹁㼃㹍䈮 㪏䀐 䩬䋱㼃䋱 䈮䮾㼋㦞㶁㼋㼃㧷 䋱㦞㪏㹁㼃㓴 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃䠝 䛣㺴㪌 䀐㪏㹁㼃㓴 㹍㺴䋱㹍 䮾㺴㪌㼃 䈮㺴㪌 㹍㦞㼋㪌㓴 㹍㪏 䀐㼋㼃㓴 䋱㼃㓴 㓴㪌䀐㼋㼃㪌 㹍㺴㪌 㶁㼋㝇㼋㹍䈮䘸 㼋㹍 䫬㦞䋱㗣㹍㼋㗣䋱㶁㶁䖧 㪌䕕㹍㪌㼃㓴㪌㓴 㹍㪏 㼋㼃䀐㼋㼃㼋㹍䖧䘸 䢕㹁㹍 㹍㺴㪌㦞㪌 䮾䋱䈮 䋱 䫬䋱㶁㪌 㶁㪏㪏䟜 㪏㼃 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃’䈮 䀐䋱㗣㪌䠝

䫽㺴䋱㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㧷㪏㼋㼃㧷 㪏㼃㳈 䫽㺴㪌㼃 䖧㪏㹁 㧷䋱㼋㼃㪌㓴 㗣㪏㼃㹍㦞㪏㶁 㪏䀐 䩬䋱㼃䋱 㼋㼃 㹍㺴㼋䈮 䫬㶁䋱㗣㪌䘸 䖧㪏㹁 㪏㼃㶁䖧 㧷㪏㹍 㪏㼃㪌 䈮㪏㦞㹍䠝

㪏㺴䮾

㹍㼋

㪏䈮㹍㼋㹁㪌㓴

㪏㺴㹍㺴㹁㧷

㹁㶁䋱䈮㹁

㹁䈮㶁䋱㹁㶁䖧

㝇㪏㦞䀐

㶁㝇䘸䫬䋱㪌㪌䕕

䫪㪌㦞

䮾䈮䋱

㹍㺴㪌

䋱䩬䋱㼃

㦞䋱䈮㺴㪌㪌䮾

䈮䋱䮾

䮾㺴㹍㪌㼋

䋱䮾䈮

㶁䮾㓴㦞㪏䠝

㹍㴀

㼃䋱

䏦㧷㺴㼋㼋㼃㹍㧷㼃

㹁㪌䢕㶁䠝

㓴㹍㼋䀐䀐㪌㦞㼃㪌

㪌㺴䘸㦞㪌

㪌㺴㦞

䈮䋱䮾

㼃㺴㧷㼋㼋㼃㧷䏦㹍

㼋㹍

䋱䮾䈮

㼃㼋

䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃 㓴㼋㓴㼃’㹍 䈮㪌㪌㝇 㹍㪏 㺴䋱㖾㪌 㹁䈮㪌㓴 䋱㼃䖧 㪏㼃㪌 䫬䋱㦞㹍㼋㗣㹁㶁䋱㦞 䩬䋱㼃䋱䘸 㹍㺴㪏㹁㧷㺴䠝 䅚㼃㓴 䈮㪏㝇㪌 䩬䋱㼃䋱 㼋㼃 㹍㺴㼋䈮 䫬㶁䋱㗣㪌 䮾䋱䈮 䀐䋱㦞 㝇㪏㦞㪌 㦞㪌䈮㹍㦞㼋㗣㹍㪌㓴 㹍㺴䋱㼃 㪏㹍㺴㪌㦞䈮䠝

㴀㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㪌䋱䈮㼋㪌㦞 㹍㪏 㧷㪌㹍 䏦㼋㧷㺴㹍㼃㼋㼃㧷 䩬䋱㼃䋱䘸 䀐㪏㦞 㪌䕕䋱㝇䫬㶁㪌䘸 䢕㪌㗣䋱㹁䈮㪌 㼋㹍 䮾䋱䈮 䋱䢕㹁㼃㓴䋱㼃㹍 㼋㼃 㹍㺴㪌 䈮䟜㼋㪌䈮䠝 䫽㼋㼃㓴 䩬䋱㼃䋱 䮾䋱䈮 䋱㶁䈮㪏 㪌䕕㗣㪌䫬㹍㼋㪏㼃䋱㶁㶁䖧 㪌䋱䈮䖧 㹍㪏 㧷㪌㹍䠝

䋱䮾䈮

㗣㶁㹁㹍㶁䋱䖧䋱

㦞㼃㹁㗣㺴㓴㶁㹍㓴㪏㹁䈮㪌

㪏㼃

㪏䋱䢕㖾㪌

䫽㪌䋱㦞㹍

㹍㺴㪌

䕕䫬㗣㪌㪌㹍

㼃䋱䋱䩬

㷳㹁㹍

䋱㦞㦞䘸㪌

㼃䈮㪏㼋䈮䋱㗣㗣㪏

䋱㦞㦞㪌

㦞䠝㼃㓴㼋㪌䋱

㺴㪌㹍

㯘䋱㦞䟜 䩬䋱㼃䋱䘸 㹍㺴㪏㹁㧷㺴䘸 䮾䋱䈮 㧮㹁㼋㹍㪌 䋱䢕㹁㼃㓴䋱㼃㹍䘸 䮾㺴㪌㦞㪌䋱䈮 䏦㼋㧷㺴㹍 䩬䋱㼃䋱 䮾䋱䈮 㼃㪌䋱㦞 㼃㪏㼃㠔㪌䕕㼋䈮㹍㪌㼃㹍䠝

䴢㺴㪌 㪌䋱䈮㼋㪌䈮㹍 䩬䋱㼃䋱 㹍㪏 㧷㪌㹍䘸 㹍㺴㪏㹁㧷㺴䘸 䮾䋱䈮 䛣䫬䋱㗣㪌 䩬䋱㼃䋱䠝 㴀㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㪌㖾㪌㦞䖧䮾㺴㪌㦞㪌䘸 䋱㼃㓴 㼋㹍 䮾䋱䈮 䈮䋱㼋㓴 㹍㺴䋱㹍 㪌㖾㪌㦞䖧 䫬㪏䮾㪌㦞䀐㹁㶁 䛣䫬䋱㗣㪌 䩬䋱㼃㗣㪌㦞 㼋㼃 㪌䕕㼋䈮㹍㪌㼃㗣㪌 䮾㪏㹁㶁㓴 㺴䋱㖾㪌 㹍㪏 㗣㪏㝇㪌 㺴㪌㦞㪌 㼋䀐 㹍㺴㪌䖧 䮾䋱㼃㹍㪌㓴 㹍㪏 㦞㪌䋱㗣㺴 㹍㺴㪌㼋㦞 㹍㦞㹁㪌䈮㹍 䫬㪏㹍㪌㼃㹍㼋䋱㶁䠝 㙹㼃㶁䖧 㺴㪌㦞㪌 㗣㪏㹁㶁㓴 㹍㺴㪌 㹍㦞㹁㪌 䫬㪏䮾㪌㦞 㪏䀐 䛣䫬䋱㗣㪌 䩬䋱㼃䋱 㝇䋱㼃㼋䀐㪌䈮㹍 㼋㹍䈮㪌㶁䀐䠝

䋱㹍㺴㹍

㝇䋱㪌䈮

㹍䈮㪌㶁䫬㪌㗣䋱㓴㹁

㹍㪌㦞㹁

䴢㼋㪌㝇

䮾䋱䈮

䀐㪏

㹍㺴㪌

䩬䋱䠝䋱㼃

䮾䋱䈮

㴀㹍

㷳㹁㹍 䮾㺴䋱㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㹍㺴㼋䈮㳈

“…䛣㪏 㼋㹍’䈮 㹍㦞㹁㪌…” 䈮㺴㪌 䈮䋱㼋㓴 䈮㪏䀐㹍㶁䖧䠝

㹍㺴㪌

㺴㼃䮾㪌

䈮䫪䋱’㼃㪌㪌㖾

㺴䋱㓴

‘㦞㼃㪌㪏㺴䈮䴢

㪌䫬㼃㗣㪏㧷㦞㼃㝇㼋㓴㪌㺴

㪌䈮䈮㼃㪌㓴

㼃㼋

䋱䋱䫬䠝䫬㓴㦞㪌㪌

㺴䈮㹁㹍

䛣㺴㪌

㼃㓴䋱

䖧㗣㼋㹍

㺴㪌䛣

㹍㺴㪌

㹍㺴㪌

㺴㹁㧷㪌

㪌䢕㪌㼃

䈮㪏㼃㝇㪌㪏㪌

㪏㼋㪏㗣㝇㼃㝇㪏㹍

㗣㪌䋱䠝㹍㓴

㪏䀐

㪌䋱㹍㛳

㪌㼃㝇䋱

㼃䋱㺴㓴㹍’

㴔㪏㝇䫬㦞㪌㺴㪌㼃㓴㼋㼃㧷 䫪㪌䋱㖾㪌㼃’䈮 㛳䋱㹍㪌 䮾䋱䈮 㹍㺴㪌 䢕䋱㦞㪌 㝇㼋㼃㼋㝇㹁㝇 㦞㪌㧮㹁㼋㦞㪌㝇㪌㼃㹍 㹍㪏 㗣㶁㼋㝇䢕 㹍㺴㪌 䩬㪏㹁㼃㹍䋱㼋㼃 㪏䀐 䫪㪌䋱㖾㪌㼃䘸 䢕㹁㹍 㹍㺴䋱㹍 㓴㼋㓴㼃’㹍 㝇㪌䋱㼃 䋱㶁㶁 㗣㪏㝇䫬㦞㪌㺴㪌㼃䈮㼋㪏㼃䈮 䮾㪌㦞㪌 㗣㦞㪌䋱㹍㪌㓴 㪌㧮㹁䋱㶁䠝

䫽㺴䋱㹍 㹍㺴㪌 䮾㪏㝇䋱㼃 㓴㼋㓴㼃’㹍 䟜㼃㪏䮾 䮾䋱䈮 䮾㺴䋱㹍 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃’䈮 㗣㹁㦞㦞㪌㼃㹍 㦞䋱㼃䟜㼋㼃㧷 䮾䋱䈮䠝 㴀䀐 䈮㺴㪌 㺴䋱㓴 䟜㼃㪏䮾㼃䘸 䈮㺴㪌 䮾㪏㹁㶁㓴 㺴䋱㖾㪌 㼃㪌㖾㪌㦞 䋱㹍㹍䋱㗣䟜㪌㓴 㺴㪌㦞䈮㪌㶁䀐䠝 䫽㺴䋱㹍 㧷㪏㪏㓴 䮾䋱䈮 㹍㺴㪌 䋱㹍㹍㪌㝇䫬㹍 㹍㪏 㪌㶁㼋㝇㼋㼃䋱㹍㪌 㗣㪏㝇䫬㪌㹍㼋㹍㼋㪏㼃 㼋䀐 䈮㺴㪌 䮾䋱䈮 䔲㹁䈮㹍 㧷㪏㼋㼃㧷 㹍㪏 㪌㼃㓴 㹁䫬 㓴㪌䋱㓴㳈

㗣䏦㹁㼋䖧䟜㶁

㹁㹍㺴…㪏㧷㺴

㦞㪌㺴䘸

㪏䀐㦞

㷳㙹㙹䩬䠝 㷳㙹㙹䩬䠝 㷳㙹㙹䩬䠝

䅚 㗣䋱䈮㗣䋱㓴㪌 㪏䀐 䫬㪏䮾㪌㦞㺴㪏㹁䈮㪌䈮 䋱䫬䫬㪌䋱㦞㪌㓴 㼋㼃 㹍㺴㪌 㓴㼋䈮㹍䋱㼃㗣㪌䘸 㺴䋱㖾㼋㼃㧷 䀐㼋㼃䋱㶁㶁䖧 㗣㶁㪏䈮㪌㓴 㹍㺴㪌 㧷䋱䫬 䢕㪌㹍䮾㪌㪌㼃 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃’䈮 㶁㪏㗣䋱㹍㼋㪏㼃 䋱㼃㓴 㹍㺴㪌 㗣㼋㹍䖧䠝

䖧㺴㪌䴢

㼋㼃

䋱䫬䈮䈮

㺴㹍㹍䋱

䈮㪏

㪌䋱㝇㓴

㪏㹁㹍䠝

㹍㺴䋱㹍

䋱䮾䈮

㪏㪌䈮㺴㹍

䋱㝇㼃㼋

㪌䮾䢕㹍㪌㪌㼃

㪌䈮䈮䟜㼋䘸

㪌㹍㺴

䴢㺴㪌

㥆㓴㩖—䣞䋱㼃

㹍䈮㓴㪏㪏

䈮䋱䮾

㹍㪌㺴㪏䈮

㼋㼃

䋱

㺴㹍㼋䈮

㼃㶁㪏㪌䋱

䫪’䋱䈮㪌㪌㼃㖾

㹍㺴䋱㹍

㧷㺴㼋㹍䈮

㹍㺴㪌

㺴㪌㹍

㪌㺴㹍

䠝㶁㗣㪏㓴㹁

䖧㶁䀐

䋱㧷䋱㗣㝇㪌㓴㼋㼃㹍㦞

㺴㝇㗣㹁

㹍㪏

‘㹁㗣䋱㶁㓴—㪏㹁㼃㹍㹍㪏䢕

䋱㼃㓴

㪏䈮

㼋㶁㼃㪌

㶁䖧㼋㹍㼋䋱䢕

㶁䋱㪏䈮㝇㹍

䮾㝇㼃䋱㪏

㪏㼃㓴㼋㼋㖾㼋䈮

㹍䘸䋱㛳㪌

䅚㼃䖧㪏㼃㪌 䮾㺴㪏 㗣㪏㹁㶁㓴 䀐㶁䖧 䮾䋱䈮 䋱㶁㝇㪏䈮㹍 㗣㪌㦞㹍䋱㼋㼃㶁䖧 䋱䢕㶁㪌 㹍㪏 䫬㹁㹍 㹍㺴㪌㼋㦞 㼃䋱㝇㪌 㪏㼃 㹍㺴㪌 㝇㪏㼃㹁㝇㪌㼃㹍䘸 䋱㼃㓴 㹍㺴㪌䖧 㺴䋱㓴 䋱㶁㶁 䋱䫬䫬㪌䋱㦞㪌㓴 㺴㪌㦞㪌 䋱㹍 㪏㼃㗣㪌䠝

䴢㺴㼋䈮 㝇㪌䋱㼃㹍 㹍㺴䋱㹍 䴢㺴㪌㦞㪏㼃’䈮 㼃䋱㝇㪌 䮾䋱䈮 䋱㶁㝇㪏䈮㹍 㗣㪌㦞㹍䋱㼋㼃㶁䖧 㪏㼃 㹍㺴㪌 㝇㪏㼃㹁㝇㪌㼃㹍 䋱䈮 䮾㪌㶁㶁䘸 䢕㹁㹍 㓴㪌㪌䫬㪌㦞 㹍㺴䋱㼃 㹍㺴䋱㹍䘸 䀐㪏㦞 䈮㪏 㝇䋱㼃䖧 㪏䀐 㹍㺴㪌㝇 㹍㪏 䋱䫬䫬㪌䋱㦞 䋱㹍 㪏㼃㗣㪌䘸 㼋㹍 㗣㪏㹁㶁㓴 㪏㼃㶁䖧 㝇㪌䋱㼃 㪏㼃㪌 㹍㺴㼋㼃㧷…

㹍䫬㪏

㶁䋱䈮㹍㪌

䠝㫪㓛’㫪

‘䅚㹍

䴢㺴㪌 䮾㪏㝇䋱㼃 㹍㦞㪌㝇䢕㶁㪌㓴䘸 䢕㹁㹍 䋱㶁㶁 䋱㹍 㪏㼃㗣㪌䘸 㪌㖾㪌㦞䖧 㪏㼃㪌 㪏䀐 㹍㺴㪌㝇䘸 䔲㹁䈮㹍 㶁㼋䟜㪌 㺴㪌㦞䘸 㺴䋱㓴 㹍㺴㪌㼋㦞 㪌䖧㪌䈮 㶁䋱㼃㓴 㪏㼃 䅚䖧䋱㝇㪌䠝

㙹㵟㪌㼃 䮾䋱䈮 䋱㝇㪏㼃㧷 㹍㺴㪌 䀐㼋㦞䈮㹍 㹍㪏 䋱㦞㦞㼋㖾㪌䠝 䫪㼋䈮 䀐㶁㼋㧷㺴㹍 䋱䢕㼋㶁㼋㹍䖧 䮾䋱䈮 䈮㪌㗣㪏㼃㓴 㹍㪏 㼃㪏㼃㪌 㼋㼃 㹍㺴㪌 㗣㹁㦞㦞㪌㼃㹍 䫪㪌䋱㖾㪌㼃’䈮 㛳䋱㹍㪌䠝 㷳㹁㹍 㺴㪌 䮾䋱䈮㼃’㹍 㹍㺴㪌 䀐㼋㦞䈮㹍 㹍㪏 䈮䫬㪌䋱䟜䠝 䴢㺴䋱㹍 䮾䋱䈮 㼋㼃䈮㹍㪌䋱㓴 䋱 䖧㪏㹁㼃㧷 㝇䋱㼃 䮾㼋㹍㺴 䀐㼋㪌㦞䖧 㦞㪌㓴 㺴䋱㼋㦞䘸 㗣㹁㦞㦞㪌㼃㹍㶁䖧 㦞䋱㼃䟜㪌㓴 㓛㶼䰐㹍㺴䠝

“㓺㼋㯘㪌

㶁䫬㪏㗣㪌㪌㝇㹍

䈮㼋

䈮㼋

䋱䮾䈮

䮾䟜㼃㪌

䫽㹍”㺴䋱

䋱㹍㹍㺴

㼃䋱㼋䟜㼃㦞㧷

㶁㶁㪌㺴

䅚

㺴㦞㪌㪌䠝

䈮㹍㺴㳈㼋

䢕㦞㪌䠝㼃䟜㪏

㴀

䋱㪏㶁䖧䋱㼃㝇

㼃㧷㗣䀐㼋䟜㹁

㹍㺴㪌

㼋㼃

䅚 䈮䫬㪌䋱㦞 㪏䀐 䈮䫬㼋㦞䋱㶁㼋㼃㧷 䀐㶁䋱㝇㪌䈮 䋱䫬䫬㪌䋱㦞㪌㓴 㼋㼃 㺴㼋䈮 㺴䋱㼃㓴䈮 䋱㼃㓴䘸 䮾㼋㹍㺴 䋱 䈮㹍㪏㝇䫬䘸 㺴㪌 㹍㺴㦞㪌䮾 㼋㹍 䮾㼋㹍㺴 䋱 㝇㼋㧷㺴㹍 㹍㺴䋱㹍 䈮䫬㶁㼋㹍 䈮䫬䋱㗣㪌 䋱䫬䋱㦞㹍䠝䠝