拂晓成双 Twin Dawns

这个世界所熟知的朝阳仍然沉睡于地平线之后。野蛮而粗糙的大地缓缓舒展开来。崇山叠嶂在低矮的丘陵间如同指节般蜿蜒着。宫殿与着意仿造形制的宅邸，盘踞于蜷伏的山岭上。这颗星球的轮廓恰如天顶的众多星辰，其中的宁静与优雅却根本无法被土著们所知。他们分散居住于此，蒙昧愚痴，全然不知自己早已拜服于强大的力量，遑论自己所处的窘困境地。

This world’s familiar sun still hides below the horizon. Crude and unpolished earth unfurls below. Mountains contort into barriers that stretch like fingers across empty scrub lands. Palaces, or rather, what pass for palaces, fail to loom over anything but the squattest of hills. The curvature of the planet meets the stars with a serenity and grace few of the dwellers below will ever witness. They are so scattered across the globe and grasp so blindly for any sort of understanding that it’s no surprise they’ve been conquered and don’t even comprehend their predicament.

我在命途所经之处收集的火热光芒照耀着我下方的世界。溢满争执、惊恐和欢愉的微小生命，在逼仄的角落里狗苟蝇营，自得其乐。他们仰头张望我划过天际时的那副模样啊，真是可悲又可爱。我听到过他们对我的呼唤：先知、彗星、怪物、天神、恶魔……等等等等，不一而足，却又无一确切。

The fiery sheen I’ve gathered as I streak toward my preordained destination illuminates the world beneath me. Pockets of warring, fearful, rejoicing life tucks itself into any fertile nook it can find below. Oh, how they gaze and point as I streak over their heads. I’ve heard the names they call me: prophet, comet, monster, god, demon… So many names, all missing the mark.

在一处平展的沙漠中，传来了某种魔法熟悉的刺痛感，源头正是跻身荒蛮中的最初文明。瞧啊，一面巨大的日轮即将落成。可怜的奴工们看到我的尾迹时，纷纷忍不住以头抢地。他们残酷的主子则将我曳火流星般的身影视为不可动摇的吉兆。我的踪影将会被他们用简陋的图形恭敬地镌刻在平平无奇的岩石上，他们赞美着超然出凡的彗星，将我当作是天神对他们所做功绩的首肯。日轮的唯一目的在于，将太阳的丰盛光辉导入这些类人生物中最“伟大”的圣者体内，将他们变为这个星球最渴求的存在：令人难堪的“半神”。这份努力必定引火烧身。但我猜想他们还能残存一段时日，也许一千年左右，然后便会破败衰落，任由其他种群取而代之。

In a vast stretch of desert, I feel the twinge of familiar magic emanating from the seat of the premiere civilization amongst these savages. Lo and behold, a massive Sun Disc is under construction. The poor enslaved laborers beat their heads and rend their clothes in my wake. Their cruel masters see me, a streaking bolt of fire, as a portent of good omen, no doubt. My passing will be etched in their uncouth pictograms upon common stone, an homage to the great comet, the blessing of the sky-god gracing their holy works and so forth. The Disc’s sole purpose is to funnel the sun’s majesty into the most “renowned” of these fleshy humanoids, transforming them into exactly what this planet needs: more insufferable demigods. This effort will undoubtedly backfire. But I suppose they might last a brief while, perhaps a thousand years or so, before they fall and are supplanted by others.

我继续向前，划过干枯的草原上空。沙漠在我身后渐渐没入黑夜。褐色的山石上散布着点点绿意，看起来是一派田园牧歌的逍遥乐土。然而，安详的表面下却布满着血迹和尸体。战斗中的一方已经输的落花流水，幸存者们举起粗陋的斧子，大声叫嚷着想杀出一条血路。壮年男子的头颅被标枪穿起，钉在泥地上，旁边则是还在挣扎痛呼的战士。为数不多的人被骑着毛糙野兽的士兵团团围在中间。

The desert below fades into the night trailing behind me as I streak onward across lonely steppes, then over rolling brown hills gently flecked with greenery. The pastoral scenery belies a field spattered with blood and littered with the dead and dying. Survivors hack away at each other with rough-hewn axes and scream battle cries. One side is losing quite badly. Stag skulls rest atop pikes stuck into the soil, next to writhing warriors. The few still on their feet are encircled by soldiers riding great shaggy beasts.

困兽犹斗的人们看见了我，似乎瞬间被点燃了血性。他们拖着残破的躯体，抓起斧头和弓箭与敌人又展开了突围。而我没有兴趣在此盘桓，观赏他们的小打小闹，因为我早已目睹过成千上万次：幸存的人们会把这颗彗星的样子刻在山洞的岩壁上。千年之后，他们的后裔将会把我的形象印在条幅和旗帜上，再次加入同样沉闷无谓的战斗。而在记录历史的人看来，他一定会质问，为什么他们从来都不会吸取教训。而这样的教训，也曾让我自己身陷奇苦。

Those defeated, surrounded few see me and valiance seems to surge through their veins. The wounded rise and grasp their axes and bows in a final stand that throws their foes off guard. I don’t linger to see the rest of the little clash play out because I’ve seen this scenario unfold a thousand times: The survivors will scratch my comet likeness onto their cave walls. In a thousand years, their descendants will fly my image on banners and undoubtedly ride into a tediously similar battle. For all their efforts to capture and record history, one ponders why they do not learn from their mistakes. That is a lesson even I have had to suffer.

天理循环，且由他们自己沉湎吧。

I leave them to perpetuate their bleak cycle.

我的航迹与更多的居民错身而过。他们共同的反应都毫不出奇：指指点点，双膝跪地，然后垒起石台，献上童男童女。他们抬头望天，只见一道彗星掠过，从来不去追究光辉外表下的真身，而是将其汇入他们自以为是的世界观里，让我的庄严面貌永远模糊不清。少数更为开化——只是相对而言，的族类会在仰望之后，将我的轨迹注明在他们的科学历法中，而非简单地当成是先知巫卜的素材。虽然不乏新意，但就算是智慧如此的种族，也有失偏颇地认定我是按照固定轨迹规律出现的常见现象。唉，失之毫厘呀。不过，我也不必为这些脑子简单的大地生物有太多期望。这也不能全怪他们。看起来，若是进化的法则想要在这个世界成为纲领，必须经历相当的一段曲折。

My trajectory reveals more inhabitants. Their collective repertoire of reactions span the typical gamut: pointing, kneeling, sacrificing virgins upon stony altars. They look up and see a comet and never ask what lies beneath the blazing façade. Instead, they stamp it onto their own self-centered worldviews, muddying the splendor of my visage. The few more advanced life forms–and I use that description loosely–gaze up and jot down my coordinates in scientific almanacs instead of using me as prophecy fodder. It’s mildly refreshing, but even their developing notions of intellect seems to indicate I am a regularly appearing phenomenon with a predictable orbit. Oh, the feats they could accomplish if only… Well, no use dwelling on the wasted potential of the simple-minded terrestrial born. It’s not entirely their fault. Evolution does seem to have a difficult time gaining traction on this world.

可是呀，这些稚嫩动物给我带来的新鲜感已经快要消散殆尽了。那股将我的魔力牢牢禁锢的力量在数个世纪前将我从一个贫瘠的世界拖向了另一处。现如今，它又将我引回了这个熟悉的大石球上。洋溢在这个石球表面的溶溶日光，出自我在爱意和辉芒的细心打磨之下，最久远的一批创造。啊，她第一次将自身的光芒洒向万千生灵的那一刻，也只有身为初创的我才有缘得见。我深切想念着，恒星绽裂出温暖的能量，抚摸着我的脸庞和指尖。每一颗星星所激发的能量都与众不同，反映出创造者的性灵，宛如珍奇的宝石。它们就是宇宙间轻燃的雪花，抵御着无边无际的黑暗。

But alas, the novelty of such infantile antics has worn thin. The grasping energies of my magical bondage have dragged me from one paltry world to another for centuries. Now it has led me back to this familiar and unpleasant rock. The star that floods its surface with light was one of my earliest creations, a confluence wrought of love and radiance. Ah, that cherished moment when she flared to life with colors only her creator could see. How I miss a star’s crackling new energy warming my face and trickling through my fingers. Each star gives off a unique energy, precious and reflecting its creator’s soul. They are cosmic snowflakes burning in defiance of the infinite dark.

不幸的是，我久远的珍贵回忆如今笼罩在遭人背叛的阴影下。是的，这里便是巨神将我引入囚笼的地方。但现在可不是纠缠过去的时候。那些陈旧的星灵希望我前来平息又一场叛乱——当然了，是以他们的名义。

Unfortunately, the memories I long to dwell upon are tainted by betrayal. Yes, this was the place where Targon lured me into servitude. But now is not the time to linger on past mistakes. Those musty Aspects want me to seal yet another breach… in their name of course.

然后，我便看见了她。这位举世无双的战士，挥舞着星彩宝石制成的长矛，独自站在一处小小的山峰顶端。她透过面上的盔甲凝视着我，就像是一枚强自伪装成闪电的火星。一条粗硕的褐色发辫从她的肩上滑至前胸，落在金色的胸甲上。她的身躯生着雀斑，皮肤苍白。她的眼睛是脸上唯一一处没有被头盔覆盖的东西，迸射出血红的光芒。

Then, I see her. This world’s imbued warrior is alone at the peak of one of the smaller summits, brandishing a starstone spear. She watches me through a veil of annexed flesh, a mere spark masquerading as lightning. A thick braid of auburn hair is draped over her shoulder, falling over a golden breastplate that covers pale, freckled skin. Her eyes, the only bit of her face not shielded by a battle-worn helmet, flash a jarring shade of red.

她称自己为潘森，身为巨神战意的化身。她并非是这个世界上第一个背负潘森头衔的战士，当然也不会是最后一个。

She calls herself Pantheon—the warring fury of Targon incarnate. She is not the first of this world to wear the Pantheon mantle. Nor will she be the last.

她抬起肌肉贲突的手臂，闪光的斗篷翻飞张开，身体向后倚去，似乎是在拖动一条雄壮的锁链。而我被残忍的契约所束缚的身体突然不由自主地翻滚起来，失去了平衡，径直朝着她站立的山巅坠去。她开始朝着我大吼起来。

Her glittering cape flaps out behind her as she raises her muscled arm and makes a motion like she’s pulling on a great chain. The tug on my crudely enchanted tether wrenches me off course, toward the mountain upon which she stands. And she’s yelling at me.

她的声音借由这顶千刀万剐的星瑰王冠穿进我的脑海，轰然炸响。其余声音遽然消退。

She cries outs with a voice that booms inside my head, transmitted through this insufferable star-gem coronet. All sounds fade as she invades my mind.

“龙！”她这样称呼我，仿佛我是一条带着翅膀的可怜虫，喷吐着橘黄色的火焰，能点着一棵树就是大幸。

“Dragon!” she says, as if I am a weak-winged beast of base orange flame, lucky if it can ignite a tree.

“封上他们的大门！”她的小长矛指着山脚下的一处裂隙，命令道。山下蔓延着显眼的紫色瘴气，原来这就是我还没抵达之前便已闻到的恶臭来源。而我把目光投向潘森，她显然是把我当做了绳子上拴着的一条狗。今天可不一样了，我已经学到了教训。

“Seal their gate!” she commands, gesturing to the bottom of a rocky crevasse with her pointy little spear. I don’t need to see the violet erosion of reality swirling below. I could smell the festering miasma that poisons this world before I even arrived. I fix my eyes on Pantheon instead. She expects me to fall in line like a dog on its leash. Today will be different, for I’ve learned from my mistakes.

“龙？”我低声说。“用如此低劣的名号，对我发号施令。你确定自己足够明智么？”

“Dragon,” I purr. “Are you sure commanding me with such a low name is wise?”

潘森握在长矛上的手掌略微松动了些许，摩挲着矛身。但只过了片刻，她便向后退了一步，好像这一步之遥的距离能够让她避过我的忿怒。

Pantheon’s grip on her spear loosens just enough for her to fumble the weapon for a fraction of a second. She takes a step back, away from me, as if a single stride’s distance could protect her from my ire.

“封上他们的大门。”她更加大声地吼叫起来，就像是我没听见她之前的命令一样。她的音量却没能遮住她声音里的颤抖。她把长矛对准了我，仿佛以为这样一根小牙签能够捅穿我。

“Seal their gate,” she says again, barking louder as if perhaps the previous command went unheard. Her volume does little to mask the quiver in her voice. She thrusts her spear toward me, as if such a tiny weapon could pierce me.

这是我头一回看到，一个巨神的星灵也会战栗。她显然还没习惯在我面前重复她的命令。

This is the first time I’ve ever seen an Aspect of Targon shaken. She is not used to having to tell me twice.

“我会处理那些恶心的爪牙，不会错过时机的，亲爱的，潘森。”

“I will deal with those chittering horrors in due time, dear Pantheon.”

“听我的命令，龙。”潘森又叫嚷起来。“否则这个世界将会倾覆。”

“Do as you are commanded, dragon” this Pantheon shouts, “or this world is lost.”

“这个世界早在巨神妄自尊大之时便已经倾覆了。”

“This world was lost the moment Targon surrendered itself to arrogance.”

我感觉到潘森的心底一阵沸腾，而她必须使出全力，才能抓牢束缚着我的无形锁链。她现在才意识到，我已不再是之前任由驱使的生物。巨神的意志早已分神，全未发觉我身负着的邪祟羁绊已经悄然衰弱。

I feel Pantheon’s seething mingle with confusion as she struggles to grab hold of my immaterial reins. She’s only just now sensing what I have come to learn. Targon is distracted and does not sense its magic faintly ebbing from my bonds.

潘森再次低吼起来，而这一次我却无法反抗。那道残忍的妖术重新凌驾于我的意志之上。我将注意力投向作乱的源头。山谷中的凹地曾是一片苍翠，现在却蠕动着紫红色的瘴气。这些背离生命的虚空生物撕裂现实的天穹，裹挟着无形的能量潮汐，抓破了分隔空间的屏障。它们搭起了一条令人憎恶的通道。

Pantheon bellows once more, and this time, I cannot resist. The crude enchantment regains sovereignty over my will. I turn my attention toward the source of the breach, nestled in the basin of the once-verdant valley, now strangled with creeping, purple miasma. I sense the Voidborn perversions of life tunneling through reality’s firmament, sending tides of unseen energy coursing through the aether. They shred the veil that separates nothingness and form with their unwelcome passage.

这些披着甲壳的多眼生物注意到了我。它们想要一口吞掉我，何其可悲的野心。在我的脑海深处，浮现出一座光芒洪烈的熔炉，那是在我身陷囹圄之前所点燃的星核。我信手投出由纯元星火所制的长枪，把一波又一波牙呲嘴裂的恶兽化为飞灰，送它们回到了邪能密布的永寂中。腥热的残肢如雨般落下。我有些惊讶，这些生物并没有彻底湮灭，不过还是那句话，虚空生物并不理解这个宇宙运行的道理。

They’re drawn to me, those multi-eyed, carapaced abominations. They seek to devour me, the greatest of their threats. From the reaches of my mind, I conjure an image of the solar furnaces I kindled, before my fettering, which once ignited the hearts of stars. I lance out beams of pure starfire and incinerate wave after wave of those gnashing horrors, driving them backward into their oblique infinity. Smoldering husks rain from the sky. I’m a little surprised they aren’t wholly disintegrated, but then again, the Voidborn don’t know how things work in this universe.

半空中出现了一个畸形的裂口。这团腐败的核心深处，传来某种意念……饥渴，而又不肯屈服。这与我所理解的无脑虚空生物大相径庭。这条现实表面的伤疤，屈伸不定，扭曲着所有它所触及的事物。裂口背后的东西，虽然未知何物，但它正在狂笑。

A pulsing sickness lingers in the air. From the epicenter of the corruption, I feel a will… hungry and indomitable, and far from the typical mindlessness I’m accustomed to from these Voidborn aberrations. The pulsating wound on reality yawns and buckles, distorting and warping all it touches. Whatever exists on the other side is laughing.

潘森朝我又喊出了一个命令，但我没有理会她。这一道诡异的空间沟壑完全吸引了我。这并非是我初次面对它们，但这一次我感觉，很不一样。我不禁为这撞碎时空界限的可怖奇景深深折服。少有生物能够领悟不同领域之间的复杂微妙，更别提掌握这份堪称险峻的神力，能够挣裂万物存在的限度。在我的心里，我明白如此精巧的一道伤口，根本不可能来自这些忙于逃窜的可鄙生物。不可能。这次入侵的背后显然还有许多未知的秘密。我感到了颤抖，完全无法想象是怎样的实体，有能力引发这样一道翻腾不定的裂谷。无需潘森再次吠叫她的指令，我知道自己必须如何行动。反正她的请求总是一些毫无想象力的排列组合。她所想的肯定是让我朝着裂谷掷出一粒星辰，似乎这样就能烧毁这一处腐败的超时空裂隙。

Pantheon shouts another command at me, but I ignore her words. This anomalous fissure in the universe entrances me. This is not the first of its kind I’ve had to deal with, but this one feels different, and I can’t help but admire the marvelously terrifying manipulation of the barriers between realms. Few beings could fathom its complexities, let alone possess the sheer magnitude of power needed to rend the fabric of existence. In my heart, I know a wound so exquisite could never be orchestrated by scuttling creatures. No. There must be more behind this intrusion. I shudder at the thought of what kind of entity is capable of inducing such a volatile rift. I don’t need Pantheon’s barked orders to tell me what do next; her array of requests has always been of a rather limited imagination anyway. She wants me to hurl a star at the rift, as if one can simply cauterize such moldering inter-dimensional abrasions and be done with it.

我居然会在这些迟钝的半神面前乖乖就范么？

These obtuse demigods are my captors?

好吧。至少在他们的“逻辑”里，也不得不承认灼热的星辉才是解决问题的关键。就让假装服从的戏码再上演一阵吧。

Fine. At least they’re not too far off in their “logic” by thinking a few searing cosmic wonders will remedy this problem. I will play the role of the obedient servant just a little while longer.

我很享受接下来的情景，一方面是因为他们会过目不忘，另一方面也是因为我所怀有的古老能力终于得以解放少许。但更重要的是，无论这道裂口背后的虚空之灵身为何物，他必须明白，在我所立足的位面上，没人可以嘲笑我。

I enjoy what I do next, partly because they’ll remember it, partly because it feels good to let a little of the old power loose, but mostly because I wish to remind whatever intelligence that controls this Void incursion that nobody laughs at me in my plane of existence.

大气之中的原质开始在我的意念下汇集成一团。蓬勃的星尘在我无声的指令下轰然聚变。我在深空中熊熊燃烧的伟岸荣光，化成一颗并不足以媲美的星辰。毕竟，在这个脆弱的世界里，我不能随意燃起一粒完全成熟的星体。

The base elements in the atmosphere rally to my cause, accreting into a plasmic anomaly. The swelling stardust detonates at my unspoken command. The result is a dwarf replica of one of my majestic glories burning in the depths of space. After all, I can’t fling a full-fledged star at this fragile world.

这一捧初试啼声的星光，从我的手中飞出，加入了另外两颗不离我左右的姊妹。它们在我的身周跳起了回旋的芭蕾，白热的核心不断吞噬着我牵引而来的尘埃和物质。我们一并变成了星辰烁烁的风暴，夜空也化为了星火狂舞的漩涡。我勾出一道火热的星流，呼出一阵致密的热风，压过了这个世界原本的光晕。这颗星球的轮廓也因此永远地刻上了瘢痕。明亮的星火旋动着，从山谷中心散射出去。引力在震荡不安的光谱中逐渐融解，常人无法分辨的亿万缕色彩蜿蜒喷溅。我的星星们持续地将周围的物质压进自己的核心中，变得越来越亮，越来越烫。这幅景象着实令人惊叹，夺目的光线层叠倾泻而出，热能富集之下甚至扩展了光谱的极限。我的脊背因为兴奋而轻轻颤抖。

The young star’s shimmering brilliance flies from my hands. It’s joined by two sisters, always by my side. They careen around me in a radiant ballet, their white-hot cores devouring the gathering clouds of dust and matter I draw toward us. We become a storm of stars, the night sky incarnate, a maddening gyre of starfire. I conjure eddies of searing stardust, exhaling a heat so pure and dense it collapses the aura of this world just the tiniest bit, forever marring the planet’s curvature. Coruscating strands of stellar flame pirouette from the center of the rift. Gravity melts in undulating waves of color most eyes will never be able to witness. My stars warp matter as more fuel coalesces into their cores, causing them to shine brighter, burn hotter. The whole spectacle is breathtaking, a cascading dance of blinding light and searing heat so hot that for a fleeting moment, new spectra are birthed into existence. My spine tingles just a little bit at how good it feels.

草木成齑，江河蒸腾。壁立的悬崖也在滚滚的浓烟中崩塌。建造日轮的奴隶、山间的士兵、观星人、祈祷者、胆小的世人、末日的先知、绝望的子民、新生的国王……所有曾经见证过彗尾经天的人们，用他们卑微的双眼，目睹着超新星降生时所焕发的黎明。在这个可悲星球的各处，我的耀光将最深沉的夜晚也变作了白昼。他们会用怎样的一套理论，来解释这样的天地变色呢？

Trees splinter. Rivers evaporate. The mountain walls of the valley crumble in smoky avalanches. The tireless laborers erecting their Sun Disc, the soldiers taking the hill, the stargazers, the worshipers, the terrified, the doomsday prophets, the hopeless, the rising kings… all those who beheld the streaking comet with selfish eyes witness the ensuing supernova as an early dawn. Across this pitiful globe, my radiance turns darkest night to blinding day. What fictions will they conjure to explain this phenomenon?

就连巨神族的暴君们也很少能亲眼见识我的威力。当然了，没有哪块土地能够承受在那片山谷所化成的伤疤。我的工作一旦结束，无物可能幸存。

Even my Targonian masters have rarely witnessed such a display of my power. Certainly, no terrestrial world has ever born scars as severe as what is left of that once-verdant valley. When I am finished, nothing remains.

就连星灵的化身潘森也不能幸免。不知道我到时怀念的，是她本人还是她无意义的狂吠。

Not even this incarnation of Pantheon. I can’t say I’ll miss her or her mindless barking.

耀眼的末日光芒逐渐消散，曾经的山峦已经坍成了混着碎石的熔岩，顺着山谷原本的洼地流淌。这便是我留给这个世界的伤口。可憎的皇冠突然迸出一股剧痛，洞穿了我的身体。我马上就要付出代价了。

In the glowing aftermath of my carnage, the smoldering once-mountains collapse into the molten rubble streams now flowing through the valley. This is the scar I have left upon this world. A surge of damning pain shoots through my body, radiating from that infernal crown. I am about to pay.

我仰起头，双眼浸没在一颗垂死星辰的悲切光芒中。我的心脏扣紧了，意念也蜷缩起来。一阵没顶的绝望刺进了我的灵魂深处，晦暗的悲伤瞬间席卷而来。如同你在一瞬间失去了最为珍爱的事物，而你知道全部的罪责都在于你。

My head snaps up, and my eyes drink the bitter sight of a dying star. My hearts clasp shut. My minds reel. An overwhelming sense of despair ricochets through my very soul, emanating from a deep and immediate sorrow, like the pulsing realization you’ve lost something precious and know it’s all your fault.

很久之前，某些好奇的生物曾问我，为什么我居然能够记得每一颗我所铸造的星辰。如果他们曾经有幸感受过如何创造哪怕一颗星星，就会明白这个问题的愚蠢程度已经直逼天际。当我看着自己心爱的造物残喘于寿命的尽头，她放射出的能量，恰如自己的精魂也缺了一角。天堂为她的热寂敲起了丧钟。而她飞溅着火星，最后一次绽放的光芒，甚至超过了她的其他手足。我的心碎成千瓣，只因为无数天堂，由于我将自己的威能转而服务于巨神，而因此渐次灰败。

Some curious life forms I met long ago once asked how it was possible for me to remember every star I’ve created. If only they could feel what it was like to create a single star, they would understand the sheer irrelevance of that question. That’s how I know when even one of my darlings winks out from existence, ejecting jets of energy and, with it, the very substance of my own spirit. I see her death knell in the heavens above. She shines brightly one last time in a pyroclasm that momentarily drowns her brothers and sisters. My heart shatters as the heavens are diminished in brutal retribution for turning my power on one of Targon’s own.

潘森的召唤最终换回了一颗恒星。这是我无法拘束的烈怒所带来的结局，也是我必须应对的粗野巫术。

A sun is the price of a single Pantheon. This is the cost of my unfettered wrath. This is the kind of boorish sorcery I must deal with.

短短数秒之内，他们又重新占据了我的脑海，并指派了一个新的任务。然而，无论多么短暂，我从没在任何其他世界享受过如此的自由。更重要的是，我已经了解了他们的纰漏所在。一小部分的我已经脱离了桎梏，而不久之后，我便会重返这里，仔细探查这个神秘的能量源泉，彻底挣脱我的束缚。

Within seconds, they have regained control of my reins and call me to a new task. On no other world have I exhibited such a display of freedom, no matter how fleeting it was. What’s more is that I have learned from their mistakes. A bit of me is free now, and in time, I will return to this world, tap into this mysterious well of energy and cast off the rest of my tether.

我化为了战争的精魄，在散布宇宙各处的肉身中蜷曲扭转。它在这个世界失去了具象化的代言人，一定不会开心。不过，一个命中注定的宿主已然被选中了，他将成为下一代潘森。那是一个拉阔尔族的战士，他的部落盘踞在巨神峰的脚下，如同藤壶一般汲取着它的力量。终有一日，我将面见这位新成的潘森。也许他会抛下那根荒诞无稽的长矛，带着新的武器前来。我感应到潘森散落在太空中的星灵亲属们。在过去的短暂一刻里，他们的注意力全部集中在这个世界，看着他们在大地上的化身被他们所选定的武器亲手湮灭。他们的困惑混杂着不停增长的渴望。他们彼此倾轧，只为夺得控制我的权力。我多么希望能看到他们的表情啊。

I tune into that essence of war, twisting and contorting within fleshy vessels scattered across the cosmos. It wasn’t happy about losing its mortal avatar on this world. Already, a new doomed host has been chosen to transform into the next iteration of Pantheon – a soldier from the Rakkor, a tribe who cling to the base of Targon’s mountain, siphoning off its power like barnacles. One day, I shall meet this new incarnation of Pantheon. Perhaps he will learn to find a new weapon and abandon that ludicrous spear. I sense Pantheon’s celestial kin, scattered across the cosmos. In a single instance, all of their attention is focused on this world, where one of their earthly Aspects was vaporized by their own weapon. Their confusion is mingled with a growing desperation as they contend with each other to regain their control over me. How I wish I could see their faces.

当我抽身离开这个被称为符文之地的世界时，我感到一种从未在巨神身上出现过的情绪正在萌芽。

As I launch myself from the gravity of this world, this Runeterra, I sense an emotion I have never felt from Targon before.

是为恐惧。

Fear.