The Larium Rosse brotherhood.

Looking at her transparent hand shining and the sadly moving scene in front of her, Emma learned that in this vision she was only a spectator, that she could only watch silently...

And also, she understood that this vision was a "mission for the chosen one of God".

A group of 43 people stood in front of a tomb, shedding tears.

Yovhpall the cursed prince, son of the elven god Elddahgham, and in general all "the brotherhood of the flower Larium Rosse"... Including Jesus, son of Javhe.

A group of heroes from long...long ago(even before humanity existed in the Earth) The saviors of the 9 heavens. The great brotherhood. All that they represent, all that they achieved in ancient times.

And clearly, although with another aspect, younger there was Jesus... bowed down; weeping.

Although he didn't say much throughout the funeral, it could be seen that he was one of the most affected by this; even Emma thought inside, that he was the one who was most saddened by the death of this "hero".

Emma never thought that she would ever in her life see "the savior" with such a heartbreaking expression.

The elf, Yovhpall, approached with a flower, a small red flower that would look like it was taken from anywhere.

But if you look closely, that flower looks just like the brotherhood's logo, a long flower like the lily, with red petals curled up like the rose. Its thorns were red, green and purple, a beautiful protection against all the evil.

The Good Night Lily, the rose that represented friendship, the rose that represented that person who had just departed, "The Branch" of life and happiness.

"The first flower to wither, the first flower that covered us with its own leaves and created this brotherhood...We will not forget you" He declared, looking up at the sky.

"You are the first of the 44 to earn a place there, next to the greatest, there with the Void and the Chaos." He leaned in and whispered.

"You deserve that sacred place" Said the elf, as he placed near a small tree under which his friend was buried, one of the flowers he had most for who knows how many thousands of years...

His beloved, Evangeline placed her hand on his left shoulder, while his old companion, Ruf placed a hand on his right shoulder.

They both leaned over one of their knees, and bent their torso towards the grave.

Then they spoke phrases related to nothingness itself, the eternal rest, and the always sought and rarely found peace in life.

Peace they fought for but which until death was difficult to know.

Something they wanted to bring to life, even though they had never lived such a thing...

The other members said their goodbyes, each in their own unique way…

Eva cried in her boyfriend's embrace for a while longer, after showing her respect to the former leader.

The blue-glassed girl, Inna cried for a while, being the last to stand up and murmur:

"Brother, without you it's boring here."

"Have a good time there and say hello to the Mistress of All and the Lord of Chaos."

"I'm sure you'll have fun there...So many heroes and beings with power decided to go to that place...Now it's a party you can get to."

The little dragon roared before bowing and after bowing, a sign of respect from the Dragonian people.

Evangeline, Inna and the drunken panda embraced.

The panda on this occasion was sober for the first time in a long time.

Undoubtedly, despite what Emma thought earlier, the most devastated was Princess Amhmylyb, sister of the former leader of the brotherhood.

Birth sister of Shakilob, "The gentle Lily of Good Night", "Great Stem of Life" and heir to the Tree of Life.

She was the first to come forward to render honors, and the one who went deepest into the pit of depression.

"Brother I... I don't know how far I can go without your warmth and kindness."

"But I promise you that I will strive to succeed in bringing to these lands a little of the endless peace."

"Rest well and give my regards to the Great Lord..."

She murmured with her eyes as red as the rose she placed near the small tree.

Many wanted her to inherit the leadership, in honor of her brother, but she refused. Her mood at that time was bad, so she didn't feel she could lead the brotherhood.

After that everyone wanted Jesus to be the leader since he was the most similar to the former leader and one of the closest to it.

They were both kind and charismatic.

They were even called the 2 older brothers of the brotherhood, so it was logical that he would be chosen as the leader.

He did not refuse, even though he was hurt, as he wanted the best for the brotherhood and wanted to avoid falling into a huge depression, so leading the brotherhood would be good for him to focus on avoiding being consumed by negativity.

***

A blurred face with a divine light appeared in Emma's mind.

Jesus: "This is all I can do for both of you...This is the little power I have left from paradise."

"To reunite you, heroes of this age with those of old, to try to guide the thread of destiny to the right place; to try to protect that thread so that no one cuts it before the thread reaches its destination,that is my duty, just like my father's, but just like him, I am powerless."

"In the 9 heavens...Perhaps once upon a time here, my father deserved to be called the creator, even being proud of the almighty moniker."

"But the truth, in the Chaos...We are very powerless. Destiny can be destroyed by corruption and evil. And the only way to prevent that is for virtue to be stronger than evil. I can only gather all the virtues and try so that together we can become stronger."

"I will try everything possible so that heroes and pure people will not be corrupted...And this message is for you to help those heroes of the past."

"Please try to help them, I am sure they will help you...They are still heroes, they are still the great brotherhood, to which I once belonged."

***

"Wake up, wake up!!!"

Akiba woke up half asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Without saying anything to her husband, she ran to wake up her entire family.

"What's going on?!" Viktor asked as Lucia looked up curiously, rubbing her eyes.

"The elf's group...It's important to help them. Quickly!!!"

They ran also to the temporary room of the elf, who was sitting, eyes closed.

He quickly reacted, and few words were needed.

"Your group was attacked by orcs..."

"We must rescue them!"

***

Running, according to Emma's indications, the group was getting exhausted, after a day of battles with orcs and little rest, it was normal for them to be short of breath...

Except that one of them was very short of breath.

The elf was coughing up blood, but without worrying about it, he asked them to ignore it and move on.

Emma worriedly asked Viktor to carry him on his back to which he reluctantly agreed.

At another time, the proud elf would surely refuse, but right now, all his grandeur was put aside, and only a pitiful, worried elf remained.

Soon, in a plot of land quite deep in the countryside, a place that would normally look like a beautiful no man's land, except for nature, was inhabited by a group of high orcs and orc champions who served them.

And there, a woman was taking a beating.

A woman that 2 people in the group guided by Emma could recognize.

Evangeline Valholl. Her beautiful savage face with half of her skin "stained" by a huge scar and by blood from the beating she was taking, still showed beauty, stubbornness and fighting instinct of the wildest kind.