Chapter 77: Not to Become a God, Only to Wait for Your Return in This Mortal World
The Silver Moon appeared, reflecting into reality.
Sylvia’s pupils lost focus.
Shaya, however, bit the tip of his tongue sharply.
The coppery taste of blood filled Shaya’s mouth, and through the sting of pain, he forcefully revitalized his spiritual power, which was already close to being depleted.
Then, Shaya gathered the meager spiritual power that had been stimulated.
Using “Tsukuyomi,” he began to rewrite the girl’s memories.
He erased the fragments of Sylvia’s memories regarding himself, those from the betrayal in the Morning Star Hills, and extracted them from her soul.
Then, he filled them with new, rewoven memories.
A naive and romantic little girl, imprisoned in a garden since childhood—
It was impossible for her to have survived the era of the Kingdom’s collapse, when Cults and beast tides ravaged the world, and the Abyss lurked ominously in the “Land of Calamity.”
But—
Hatred can change a person.
It taught the originally tender and innocent girl to be cautious and prudent.
Taught her to hide her strength and identity.
Taught her to always be wary of others.
“So—”
“Hate me, Sylvia.”
“This loathing, this hatred… will transform into your sustenance.”
“To become the power that allows you to survive in this chaotic world, to become strong—”
“And ultimately, to ascend to the pinnacle of the world.”
Within Shaya’s eyes, the spinning Silver Moon slowly dissipated, eventually turning into nothingness.
After finishing everything, Shaya took Sylvia’s hand and led her step by step onto the metal disc.
Shaya took out a tissue and helped Sylvia wipe the ashes from her plain white cheeks, then tidied her long hair, which had been messed up by the wind.
Immediately after, Shaya used his last ounce of strength to activate the switch for the teleportation array.
The next moment.
A crystal-clear azure magic radiance sounded.
On the metal disc, the mysterious rune array began to operate, the sound of mechanical gears turning echoed with the radiance of magic runes, illuminating Sylvia’s lusterless beautiful eyes.
And as the metal disc began to rotate.
Shaya’s figure also started to become translucent, emitting countless illusory light points.
At this moment, having lost the protection of the Historical Echo, he was merely holding on against the erosion of the river of time.
Now that all the procedures were complete, there was no longer any reason to force himself to stay.
Shaya’s gaze lingered on Sylvia, shrouded in magical radiance.
He moved his bloodless lips, forming a faint smile.
“If my assumptions are correct…”
“Then, Sylvia.”
“Perhaps—”
“At the end of time.”
“We will have a day when we can meet again…”
The next moment.
A scorching blast of wind blew from the burning city.
When the desolate wind dispersed, Shaya and Sylvia were no longer in the ruins of the Royal Capital of the Azure Court.
Only his last words remained, disappearing along with shattered streams of light.
…
After an unknown amount of time passed.
In the deep mountains on the border of the Azure Court Duchy, Sylvia slowly woke up.
Her bewildered gaze swept around, then gradually became firm and icy.
Her last complete memory was of the sea of flowers in the Morning Star Hills, and Shaya’s cold, blood-colored blade.
After that, Sylvia’s memories became fragmented.
Perhaps due to being severely injured and unconscious, her waking moments were very brief, and her memories consisted only of a few broken fragments.
The general sequence of events was that Shaya and Norton’s ambitions were discovered by the Family Elders, and a great battle erupted between the two sides.
The battle was extremely fierce, and Norton’s plan ultimately failed due to provoking a backlash from the seal.
However, the Brunnhildr Family paid a heavy price, with almost all Elders and family members perishing in this battle.
Sylvia accidentally absorbed some of the divinity from the broken seal during the battle and was sent out through a secret teleportation array hidden within the mansion by several Family Elders.
At the moment she was teleported out, Shaya was the only living person left in the mansion.
He was also the ultimate victor.
He looked with his indifferent eyes at Sylvia, who was being defended and teleported away by the Family Elders, his blade just having been drawn from an Elder’s neck, drawing a spray of blood.
“Sylvia, you are too weak.”
“Too weak to even have the right to intervene in this battle and seek revenge against me.”
“You, as you are now, have no value in being killed.”
“My foolish sister.”
“If you want to kill me, then resent me, hate me…”
“And then, live on ugly.”
…
“Shaya—”
“Brother.”
The girl extended her plain white fingers and removed the purple crystal hairpin from her hair.
Within her eyes, a mix of chestnut and silver-white—
All the bewilderment, innocence, romance, and yearning that once belonged to the girl had vanished.
In her eyes, frozen and devoid of any impurity, only an indescribable coldness remained.
“Since you believe I have no value in being killed right now.”
“Then, I will definitely reach the pinnacle.”
“And then.”
“I will properly repay you for everything you have done to me…”
…
On that day, multiple Divine Descents occurred in the Ancient Azure Court.
The might of Mythical Creatures walking the earth could be seen even from thousands of miles away, causing several surrounding kingdoms to tremble.
Several Legends were alarmed and waited at the border, anticipating the start of a divine war.
But in the end, the multiple Divine Descent bodies searched for days without finding anything and could only withdraw their power fruitlessly.
The Azure Court Duchy, in the aftermath of the Divine Descends, disintegrated and soon became history.
Based on the residual divine power traces at the scene, some Legends determined that it was a subsequent Divine Descent triggered by the Twilight Calamity breaking its seal.
Thus, in later ancient scrolls, this line was added—
“The Azure Court Duchy was destroyed by the Twilight Calamity in Holy Calendar 346.”
A few years later, a female Beast Tamer rose like a comet.
On the Western Continent, still shrouded by the “Land of Calamity,” she wrote her own illustrious name.
Within just a few years, she advanced to the Title Tier, and her title was “Azure Silver Witch.”
However, when Sylvia recovered her true name and began searching on the Western Continent.
She discovered that she could no longer find any trace of Shaya.
It was as if, since the day of the Divine Descent, the young man named Shaya Egut had vanished from the entire Western Continent.
Later, several more years passed.
When Sylvia ascended to the seat of Legend.
Her spiritual power was sublimated to perfection, transforming into a Spiritual Ocean, allowing her to overlook her soul and mind from a higher dimension—
Only then did she discover the traces of rewriting in her soul’s depths, from her past memories, and the blank memory fragments that had been extracted.
And Shaya’s last words to her.
On that day, the “Azure Silver Witch” Sylvia built a pure white Tower on the Golden Plains across the Grant Sea.
And in the sub-plane, the palace shrouded in solidified twilight.
That was her self-built palace.
It could also be said to be her tomb.
Many powerful individuals therefore regarded Sylvia as an anomaly among Legends.
The divine realm, which was within reach for countless Legends, held no interest for her.
Her becoming stronger seemed to be solely for the purpose of waiting for someone to return in this mortal world.
“Brother Shaya left me his last words.”
“‘See you again at the end of time?'”
“‘In that case.'”
“‘Then let me wait for your return.'”
“‘I want you to tell me yourself the truth you concealed that day, and what kind of feelings you harbored for me?'”
“‘Whether it’s a hundred years, or a thousand years…'”
“‘As long as you haven’t returned, I will continue to wait.'”
—Excerpt from “Diary of the Azure Silver Witch,” page 704, 13th day of the Month of Flowers, Holy Calendar 360.
This was the last page of the “Diary of the Azure Silver Witch,” frozen in the Twilight Palace.
Later.
Five hundred years passed.
The “Land of Calamity” ended.
The era of chaos, where Saints bled and demigods and angels like Mythical Creatures walked the earth, was brought to an end.
Divine Descent became a vague legend, only surviving in the poems of Bards.
Legends once again became the supreme beings of the Western Continent.
And the long-sealed “Diary of the Azure Silver Witch” was opened once more after five hundred years.
Then, a new chapter was written.
Sorry this chapter is a bit late.
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