遗愿 For Those Who Have Fallen

当我在奈瑞玛桀的废墟着陆时，我的感觉并不是飞跃。星空中的魔法沿着我的轨迹在天空中灼下烙印——这是坠落的感觉。

When I land in the ruins of Nerimazeth, it does not feel as if I have leapt, celestial magic burning my path across the sky, but as if I have fallen.

毕竟，我只是一介凡人。

I am, after all, only a man.

在我身边漩涡般的沙丘上，一队拉霍拉克正在作战。这群烈阳教派的战士从巨神峰的神庙长途跋涉而来。他们共有五十杆长枪，深入沙漠三个星期——于我只是片刻即可跨越的距离。他们前来调查一个正在盈溢的力量——即便自己本身正在亏蚀。在这里，他们所崇拜的太阳恒常明耀，历史的背影似乎依然烙印在沙漠中，勾勒出远古时代失落帝国的残存遗迹。高堂广厦，如今已被沙丘埋葬。曾经让凡人升入天庭的太阳，早已黯然沉入地下。

Around me on the swirling dunes, a cohort of Ra’Horak fights, Solari warriors far from the temples of Mount Targon. They have marched with fifty spears, three weeks into the desert—a distance I have crossed in moments—to investigate a power that grows, even as their own wanes. Here, the sun they worship is so constant, it is as if the shadows of the past are still burned into the desert, their outline all that remains of an empire long lost. Buildings, now covered in dunes. A sun, once meant to raise men into the heavens, now dulled and fallen to earth.

恕瑞玛在此诞生，也在此消亡。第一个飞升者就是在奈瑞玛桀被创造出来的。他们本应捍卫恕瑞玛，迎击任何威胁。然而，身未死、国已破，那些飞升者在数百年的纷争中陷入疯狂，化为暗裔，践踏、蹂躏着这个世界，最终遭到囚禁。

Shurima was born, and died here. It was in Nerimazeth that the first Ascended were created. Meant to defend Shurima against any threat, those that outlived the empire were driven mad by long centuries of conflict, becoming Darkin and laying waste to the world before being contained.

不过，我很清楚，因恕瑞玛的狂妄自大而诞生的某种可憎之物依然未死……

But, as I well know, some abominations birthed by Shuriman hubris live on…

金属的鸣音在我耳畔响起，一根长枪掠过我的头盔。长枪接二连三。鸣音渐渐形成高亢的战吼，拉霍拉克释放出他们的力量。然而，就在金铁满天之际，一道魔法震爆席卷了长枪的前进轨迹，在废墟中划出一道毁灭的刻痕。

The sound of metal rings in my ear, as a spear whips past my helm. Then another, and another. The ringing rises up into a full battlecry, as the Ra’Horak unleash their might. Yet, as steel fills the sky, a blast of magic tears through the spears’ path, carving a swath of destruction through the ruins.

尘埃落定，我看到了它。我此行的目标。一个生物悚然峙立，焦灼、残破，正如它要统治的帝国一样。它不同于我见过的任何飞升者，它是被粉碎的天神，前来占领这个陨落的城市，并打算使其再度崛起。

Once the dust clears, I see it. The reason I have come. A creature looms, burning and broken like the empire it would rule. It is unlike any Ascended I have ever seen, a shattered god that has claimed this fallen city, and would see it rise again.

但曾经……它也只是一介凡人。

But once… it too was a man.

我将提醒它曾经的事——我要在毁灭面前呼出生命的气息。我会提醒它们全体。

I will remind it what that means—to draw breath in the face of destruction. I will remind them all.

“是天神战士！”拉霍拉克中的一员惊呼道，“我们打不赢它！”

“The god-warrior!” one of the Ra’Horak cries. “We cannot defeat it!”

“我来让你们看看天神的死亡！”我怒吼着，擎起长枪，发起冲锋。长枪因它们的力量而闪烁，这是天神的力量，是星辰的力量。我的肌肉艰难地承担着异样魔法的重量，那个生物通过它破碎的身躯释放出又一次震爆。我的长枪并没有像拉霍拉克的那样被燃尽，而是发出了自己的光芒。它像一颗彗星一样冲向那个飞升者，将其击倒在地，魔爆的力量也被折向天空。

“Let me show you how a god dies!” I bellow in response, and I charge toward the creature, raising my spear. It is with their power that the spear glows—the power of the gods. The power of the stars. My muscles strain to bear the strange weight of the magic, as the creature unleashes another blast from within its shattered form. My spear is not burned away as the Ra’Horak’s were, but instead burns with its own light. It streaks like a comet at the Ascended, casting it to the earth, and its blast into the heavens.

在我面前，在那个生物制造出的沟壑几尺开外的地方，一名拉霍拉克怀抱着另一名战士的尸体。为了护住自己的战友，她自己的手臂也被魔法灼伤了。

Before me, only feet from the rent opened by the creature’s blast, a Ra’Horak cradles the body of a fallen warrior. Her own arm has been scorched by magic, where she sought to shield him from the attack.

“你……你是星灵。”她说道，但在她的眼中我看得到绝望。她正在祈求，她在哀求肯定的答复，如此才能拯救她。也只有如此，才能拯救她的朋友。在我四周，拉霍拉克的阵线已经崩溃，他们的战斗意志也已沦陷。

“You… You are an Aspect,” she says, though in her eyes I can see the desperation. She is pleading, begging me to say yes, so that I can save her. So that I can save her friend. All around, the Ra’Horak lines are broken, along with their will to fight.

我并没有回答，我的长枪已经被召唤回到手中，这是她万般渴求的魔法力量。回返的长枪仍旧带着些许掷出时的力道。飞升者没有在枪尖留下血迹，带回来的只有沙尘——它的身躯完全由魔法和岩石构成。

I do not answer as the spear is called back to my hand by the magic she so craves, its return an echo of my own thrust. The Ascended has left no blood upon its tip, only sand. It possesses no flesh other than magic and stone.

我想要告诉她我的名字，告诉她我是阿特瑞斯，同样曾是一名拉霍拉克，也曾仰望星空寻找拯救自己的力量……但那个人已经死了。他死在了巨神峰之巅，和他的弟兄派拉斯死在了一起。是潘森杀了他，也是他自己的失败害死了他。任凭我如何努力，也终究无法换回阿特瑞斯或者派拉斯。即使那个神明已经远去，即使它的星座已从苍穹中剥落，也无济于事。

I want to tell her my name. That I am Atreus, that I too was once a Ra’Horak looking to the skies for the power to save me… But that man is dead. He died on Targon’s peak, along with his brother, Pylas. Slain by the Pantheon, and by his own failures. And no matter how hard I try, I can bring neither Atreus nor Pylas back. Even the god is gone, its constellation torn from the heavens.

我没有说话，而是转过身再次面对那个生物。

Instead, I turn to face the creature once more.

“你必须战斗，”我淡淡地告诉那名拉霍拉克，“你们都必须战斗。”在我们四周，城市的废墟在燃烧，正如飞升者的魔法不肯灭去。

“You must fight,” I tell the Ra’Horak simply. “You all must.” Around us, the ruined city burns, as the Ascended’s magic refuses to fade.

黄沙被熔化，又凝固成了玻璃，我从上面飞奔而过。魔法震爆不断袭来，每一击都撼动着整个世界，直到让人感觉是大地本身正在分崩离析，只有天庭能够存续。但我拒绝放弃。我看到一架架弩炮全都被废弃在原地。拉霍拉克纷纷躲在残垣断壁之后，举着盾牌，被沙尘吞没。

I run over sand fused into glass, each new blast of magic shaking the whole world, until it feels like the earth itself must fall apart. That only the heavens will remain. But I refuse to give up. I see ballistae, abandoned on the ground. The Ra’Horak raise their shields against debris cast from falling buildings, disappearing into dust.

“战斗！你们必须战斗！”我用更大的声音吼道。话音中仍夹杂着天神的权威，这分量令我厌恶。然后我冲到了它面前，我的长枪划破它用来装作面孔的石块。在如此近的距离下，他的魔法震爆直接打在我的盾牌上，将我逼退。我的长枪再次扫过，留下魔法的轨迹。再一次，我举起盾牌，勉强来得及招架住飞升者的怒火。

“Fight! You must fight!” I yell louder, my voice carrying more of the gods’ authority than I would like, and then I am upon it, my spear slashing into the Ascended, cutting across the broken stone it boasts instead of a face. This close, its blasts crash into my shield, pushing me backward. I slash again, my spear trailing magic, and again, I raise my shield only just in time to deflect the Ascended’s wrath.

我用尽全力，双脚深陷土中，将那怪兽挡在了原地。飞升者的意志控制着魔法，在无情的狂怒下对我展开愈发猛烈的袭击。我逆势而上，从牙缝中挤出怒吼，从盾牌后向各个方向狂乱地戳出长枪——贯穿了废墟、贯穿了天空，以及夹在中间还在躲藏的拉霍拉克。我的双手开始颤抖，这一次我没有对那群武士，而是对我自己，用近乎窒息的肺腑发出低吼。

My feet dig into the dirt. I struggle to hold the beast at bay as the magic beats into me with the Ascended’s will, made only stronger by cruelty and rage. I push against it, snarling, and power lances off of the shield wildly in every direction—cutting through the ruins, the sky, and through the Ra’Horak still cowering beneath both. My hands begin to shake, and it is not to the warriors, but to myself, that I growl against lungs gasping for breath.

“战斗……”

“Fight…”

那个生物的双眼露出凶光。它知道了。我脚下的土地岌岌可危。我的身体也摇摇欲坠。我仰天倒地。长枪上的魔法熄灭了，头盔伴着我的呛咳锵锵作响。

The creature’s eyes narrow. It knows. The earth beneath me can no longer hold. My strength can no longer hold. As I fall back to earth, the magic in my spear dies, and the helm clatters from my coughing face.

我向尘土中啐了一口血，挣扎着抬起了头。当我放眼望向奈瑞玛桀，却只能看见一名拉霍拉克武士，被烟尘和混乱环绕着。她回头望向我，看到我刚刚显露出的双目……这一次，她看到的不是星灵。那人正抱着派拉斯，看着他垂死的喘息凝成了雪花。

I spit blood into the dirt, and struggle to raise my head. But all I can see of Nerimazeth is that one Ra’Horak warrior, framed by smoke and chaos—as she looks back at me, into eyes only now revealed… and for the first time, sees something other than an Aspect. The man who cradled Pylas, as snow formed from his dying breath.

我不知道她是否认得出我胸前的刺青。那是夜空中的星座，是我的命运。一道伤疤贯穿其中。她眼神中流露出的不再是哀求，我看到她脸上焕发出光芒，那个生物开始积蓄力量，准备再次放出魔法震爆。虽然她的手臂已经残破不堪，虽然她的朋友已经僵硬不动，但她还是拿起了盾牌，踉跄地向我走来，如同命中注定的死亡一般，步伐坚定。

I wonder if she recognizes the stars, and my destiny, tattooed upon my chest. The scar that cuts through them. It is no longer pleading that shows in her eyes, as I see the light grow on her face, the creature gathering power for one more blast. Though her arm is ruined, and though her friend lies still, she picks up her shield and begins stumbling toward me, as inevitable and determined as death.

“你……叫什么名字？！”我喘着粗气断断续续地问道，而她的光芒愈发耀眼。

“What… is your name?!” I cough through ragged breaths, and still, the light grows brighter.

“阿索瑟。”她站在我身边坚定地说，然后将盾牌迎向魔法爆震的方向。

“Asose,” she says firmly as she stands beside me, and turns her shield to face the blast.

整片废墟被不可思议的光芒淹没，似乎宣示着要将一切化为灰烬，然后只留下黑暗。不再有任何力量，不再有星灵。阿索瑟刚刚屹立的地方，已空无一物。只有我的记忆。

The ruins fill with impossible brightness that promises to burn everything away, until it does, and only darkness is left. There is no more power, no more Aspect. Where Asose once stood, there is nothing. Only my memory.

但我依然能感受到我的伤疤，正在悸动着剧痛。它在提醒我活着的感觉，提醒我跋踄之路上的每一个瞬间。我的同袍兄弟，派拉斯，让我别再用血染红他的胜利……野蛮人的袭击，我们双双濒临死亡……在巨神峰之巅倒地不起……暗裔的刀剑，刺穿了死亡，唤醒了我……高原小麦，在山石的夹缝中顽强生长……我沾满污泥的双手，放下犁头，拿起长枪……

But still, I can feel my scar, throbbing with pain. Reminding me I am alive, and of every moment that brought me here. My brother-in-arms, Pylas, telling me to stop getting blood on his victory… The barbarian raid, each of us near death… Collapsing upon Targon’s pinnacle… The Darkin blade, cutting through death to awaken me again… Empyrean wheat, clinging to the mountain… The mud on my hands as I put down the plow, and pick up the spear…

如果不是一位女战士架起盾牌，那一切都将化为乌有——她知道自己没有生还的希望，但她依然选择了战斗。她的力量，她的牺牲，胜过天空中的星辰，胜过我，胜过我手中的星灵武具。

All of that would be nothing without a woman taking up her shield—knowing that she would not survive, but that she would fight. Her power, her sacrifice, so much greater than that of the stars. So much greater than mine, and the weapons of the Aspect that have kept me safe.

她不会白死。

It will not be in vain.

我挣扎着站了起来，遍体鳞伤。我看到拉霍拉克的身影，纷纷从掩体后方浮现，来到我身后的废墟中央，仿佛日食蚕食了太阳圆盘一般。我和他们一同起身，此刻的我不是神，而是凡人。我所供奉的万神殿，是所有那些倒下的人，是他们让我得以苟活。所有活下来的，所有死去的，都必须面对命运的时刻，必须决定战斗的理由、人生的挚爱，和真正的自己。

As I struggle to my feet, broken, I see the shadow of the Ra’Horak, emerging from cover, eclipsing the Sun Disc cradle behind me at the center of the ruins. I rise with them, not as a god, but as a man. My pantheon, all who have fallen, earning me another moment. All who have lived, and all who have died facing a moment of truth where they must decide why they fight. Who they love. What they truly are.

在这般勇气面前，神算得上什么？它们什么都不是。

What are gods before this courage? They are nothing.

“阿索瑟！”我向着废墟呐喊，全然不顾肋骨已经折断刺入双肺。

“Asose!” I yell into the ruins, though my ribs dig into my lungs.

“阿索瑟！”拉霍拉克回应我的战吼。他们也在碎石瓦砾之中挺立着，身后的影子逐渐拉长放大——那个飞升者又开始积蓄魔法。

“Asose!” the Ra’Horak call back. They too stand amidst the rubble, their shadow looming all the larger as the Ascended gathers its magic again.

虽然我已残破不堪，虽然我身上的天神已经死去，但我感受到长枪的力量再次点燃，头盔顶端的流苏豁然火亮。它在召唤我战斗。拉霍拉克们再次掷出了长枪。

And though I am broken, and though the god is dead, I feel the power ignite once more in my spear, as the plume on my helm bursts alight. It is calling me to battle, as the Ra’Horak cast their spears once more.

随后，有那么一瞬，夜空上早已消失的战争星座中的一颗星，灿然一闪，胜过了太阳的光辉。

And, for a moment, a star lost with the Constellation of War gleams brighter than the sun.

她的名字是阿索瑟。

Her name was Asose.