Chapter 63 Hymn to Twilight
Crimson flames bloomed like vibrant red roses, illuminating the darkness. Countless scarlet lights ignited a starry rain of golden sacred light, creating a breathtaking scene. As the divine being, adorned in a crimson dress and with flowing crimson hair, took a step, her voice gently spoke, her exceptionally beautiful face graced with a hint of a smile in her rose-colored eyes.
“Herafir…”
Verafia softly uttered the name, gazing at the divine being smiling gently behind the blazing flames.
Despite being enveloped by the magnificent red flames, the person before her was indeed a young girl. She had undoubtedly changed, appearing more mature and dignified than Verafia herself now. Yet, Verafia could faintly see her own reflection on her face.
Three years ago, at the extreme north of the Aer Continent amidst its winter, Herafir, who had slumbered for tens of millions of years within the memories of fire, was reborn in her true identity. She descended upon the ice and returned to the world in the name of Herafir, the Goddess of Flame.
Clenching her sword, Verafia was about to raise her head to question when suddenly, a shattering sound of light, like the world collapsing, echoed. Her slender eyelashes fluttered, and she turned her head, gazing towards the City of Holy Light standing beneath the fiery rain of light.
The sky, scorched by the light from Herafir’s Levante, completely collapsed at that moment, falling down and dissipating into countless pure light elements.
However, amidst the countless scattered lights, an ominous fluctuation emanated. Whether they were followers of the Sacred Light or warriors, the flames of light still burned fiercely in their eyes!
Ig gently squeezed the girl’s delicate hand, his gaze showing a hint of solemnity. “It’s still Moon’s will. It seems this Pope of Light doesn’t intend to let us rest, even in death.”
Verafia nodded, her fingertips tightening their grip on her long sword.
The out-of-control laws of light continued to manipulate their bodies through the faith of the Sacred Light followers. Once their will and souls were completely consumed by burning, they would utterly become puppets of light.
“No, I have to help them.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Verafia raised her head. She forcibly gathered her life divine power, which had already been considerably depleted, preparing to forcefully extinguish the soul fire ignited by the out-of-control laws of light.
Allowing the fire of light to ignite not only meant these armies of the Church of Holy Light would continue to inflict losses on the combined forces of the Elves and the Empire but also that the more than a million followers of the Sacred Light within the entire holy city would inevitably be consumed by the flames.
“It seems Veer cares deeply for these people. Inheriting the legacy of life has changed you a lot too.”
A soft and melodious laugh rang out. Verafia looked up, gazing at Herafir, who had spoken.
The Goddess of Flame did not seem to care about the hostility Verafia displayed. She turned her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “No need to worry. Before this, the girl truly chosen by the light, her name was Siya, I have already rescued her.”
Like a gentle hand caressing the restless light elements, a bright light illuminated the area. It was more gentle and beautiful than the scorching light wielded by Moon, and it spread across the high walls of the Holy City of Light.
The slender girl, appearing exceptionally so, ascended to the dome of light. Her pure white dress enveloped her slim and delicate body. The luxurious fabric, which should have been adorned with countless intricate and magnificent patterns, now appeared dim amidst the scattered gentle golden light. Adorned with light elements, a sacred and immaculate Holy Light Garment was draped over her.
The red-haired girl also gazed at the light, her tender voice softly rising. She was chanting the holy hymn of light, its melody melodious, the light descending from the heavens. With the beautiful holy hymn, the wild and chaotic light elements gradually calmed, becoming as clear and gentle as a stream, captivating everyone’s gaze.
The followers of the Sacred Light, their senses restored, raised their faces in surprise, looking towards the city walls of the City of Holy Light, where the young Saintess stood embracing the light, chanting the holy hymn. The knights and lords of the Empire’s allied forces, whether surprised or frowning, were all looking at their princess.
Chenxi stood before the impassive sword of the chief knight. Andes slightly raised his face, a few bright lights falling upon him, and a smile naturally emerged.
“Eh, it’s Siya…”
Ophilia exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth. Her slightly widened big eyes gazed at the beautiful girl who emerged from the light, revealing a trace of joy. She suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at the Goddess of Flame before her:
“Wait a minute, you just said you saved Siya—um, Veer’s sister, Herafir, right? Do you also know Siya?”
“Mmm… yes. Three years ago, in the holy temple of light, I met her once.”
Facing the somewhat curious Ice Dragon Girl, Herafir smiled slightly and said. Then, she slightly shook her head, her gaze shifting back to Verafia, who had turned to look at her, and she smiled faintly:
“Veer didn’t finish what she wanted to say. But, I guess you want to ask why I am here?”
“Herafir, you are the God King of Flame, and also the Goddess of Destruction…”
Verafia said. Her gaze fell upon Herafir’s face, and the Goddess of Flame still smiled gently.
The goddess before her was the last God King of the Age of Gods, and the last deity to be annihilated by the Sacred Sword. Her fall marked the end of the Mythic Era, signifying the world’s return to the mundane.
However, Verafia could not reconcile this girl, who had always shown her such tenderness, with the Goddess of Destruction of her memory, who was decisive in battle and could obliterate countless beings with a mere wave of her hand.
She closed her pupils for a moment, her silver teeth lightly biting her thin lips, and repeated the other’s words: “Herafir, why have you come here?”
Verafia understood the turmoil in her heart.
Whether she admitted it or not, Herafir was the deity she wished to call “sister.” Even knowing that she was the God King, who had reappeared in the world representing the lingering glory of the gods, Verafia still wanted to hear the answer from her.
Ig sensed the girl’s state of mind. He remained silent, only tightening her small hand.
Herafir looked at Verafia. She felt the struggle surfacing in the girl’s eyes, and the corners of her lips curved gently. She lightly shook her head. “God King—yes, that is my identity. However, since Veer asks, it seems you somewhat know about that so-called destiny.”
Verafia nodded silently.
As the Goddess of Life, she had indeed glimpsed that scene—it was twilight, a return of deities consumed by blazing flames, legions of former rulers of the world reviving in the fire, battles erupting, and civilizations collapsing under the sword of destruction.
However, this twilight was not for the world and its billions of beings.
—This was the final reflection of the Age of Gods, the twilight of the gods!
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Found a slight bug in the previous chapter; it was Shiel, not Little Fei, who woke up Herafir in Volume 4. Little Fei even argued with her then, so her current attitude shouldn’t be very good.
(But it should be fine lol)
