Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0047] - The Nightmare

Sehr em ver, vida weiter mir tu suchen

Phrase

Translation: Nice to see you, in the next life I will continue to search for you

Definition: "Sehr em ver, vida weiter mir tu suchen" is a poignant and contradictor phrase in Menschen, often spoken during farewells. It translates to "Nice to see you, in the next life I will continue to search for you." This expression conveys a deep and enduring connection that transcends the present life, embodying the hope and belief that the bond will be rekindled in a future existence. However rare is the Menschen that believes in the afterlife.

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"Duven-who?" Mediah muttered, his confusion evident as he glanced back towards King Xendrix, who now held Noctavia's hand aloft for all to see. "People of Keblurg! Behold the saviour our nation has been blessed with, sent by my mentor! The mightiest of them all!" Xendrix's proclamation echoed through the hall, followed by applause but also by more murmurs and whispers, not pleased with what had just occurred.

Mediah's heart sank at the sight of Noctavia, her once presence now reduced to a passive, eerie stillness, her eyes and mouth grotesquely stitched. His mind raced with questions. Did Yeso know about this? Was there anyone coming to her aid? He knew he had to act.

Yet, as he began to rise, Edgar's firm grip on his shoulder halted him. "There's no time for heroics. We must go!"

Edgar tugged Mediah by his collar away with forceful guidance and led Mediah to a door, which he pushed open with surprising ease.

As the door swung open, Mediah found himself stumbling into an entirely different setting, as if stepping into a new world, leaving behind the scenario they had just been part of. This was no longer Keblurg.

They emerged into a clearing, an abrupt shift in scenery that left Mediah disoriented. Before him stretched a beach, its sands merging with the Red Sea's waters. To his left, mountains towered, casting long shadows, and dense woods loomed behind him. "What the..." Mediah's voice trailed off, his bewilderment growing.

The man with an amber eye and the darkness of a black patch—the same fabric as the black robes of Magis—covering the other held an aura of both riddle and answer. His short red hair seemed to be a flame atop his head, casting a glow that matched the intensity of his visible eye.

There was something eerily familiar about his face but to whom Mediah couldn't place. His stature, notably shorter than the Magi's, aligned him more closely with Noctavia's height.

This man, who called himself Edgar Duvencrune, dressed in a brown suit, leaned his body on an intricately designed steel cane, which he used not just as a support but as a statement or a weapon.

"Everything you need is here," Edgar said, his smile broad and trying to be reassuring.

Frustration and panic gripped Mediah as he spun around, searching for the magical doorway back. "I need to return! My friend... she's in danger!"

Edgar's grip tightened, a seriousness overtaking his previously easy demeanour. "It's too late. In a few hours, they'll all die. They always die."

"That's all the more reason for me to help!" Mediah insisted with desperation. "I need to go back!"

"You have a different role to play," Edgar stated solemnly, "Your path isn't back there; it's here, where your true destiny awaits. You have no idea how much you'll influence the whole outcome."