离开战场十余里的僻静所在，宵万斛停下脚步，将陌银刀放了下来。
周围没有一丝风，树林在垂下的微光中沉默着。宵万斛观察了一下陌银刀的状态，在几个穴道上点了几下，陌银刀随之坐着长舒了一口气。
宵万斛离开战场十余里后，环境的变化明显。Gonewasthecacophonyofwar,replacedbyaneeriesilencethatseemedtosuffocatehim.Thestillnesswasabalmtohiswearysoul,awelcomerespitefromthechaosandbloodshedhehadenduredforsolong.
Ashewalked,thetreesseemedtocloseinaroundhim,theirbranchescreakingsoftlyinthewindlessair.Thesunhadlongsinceset,castingadeepindigohueoverthelandscape.Constellationstwinkledlikediamondsscatteredacrossthevelvetexpanseofnightsky.Itwasasiftheuniverseitselfwastryingtotellhimsomething?thattherewasmoretolifethantheendlessconflictandstrife.
宵万斛paused,hiseyesscanningthesurroundingswithapracticedairofcaution.Hehadbeenwalkingforhours,andthesolitudehadbeguntofeeloppressive.Heneededaplacetorest,tocollecthisthoughtsandrechargeforwhateverlayahead.Thetreesseemedtoleanin,asifsharingasecret,andhefollowedtheirgazetoanearbyclearing.
Inthecenteroftheclearingstoodanancienttree,itstrunktwisted
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