Chapter 68 The Flame that Burns the World (Part 2)
The bright sun obscured the gloomy, dying light, and the world was condensed from “matter.” However, this concept ceased to exist. The invading abyss was like a vast black and red sun. In the dying surge, corruption and decay spread, and even the laws withered simultaneously, as if it were the end of the world!
However, within this surging abyss of decay, a dazzling crimson flame blazed. The Flame Goddess touched the ground with her slender feet, her burning eyes gazing at the abyss before her, which swallowed all brilliance like the mouth of a colossal beast. She raised the divine sword representing destruction, and the ignited blazing flames shone brilliantly.
She was the God King of Blazing Flames. However, this was not merely her own blazing flame, but the lingering afterglow of all divine eras, enough to ignite the twilight of a world.
Sol, the Sun Goddess, standing beside Ignet, stopped speaking. The gazes of hundreds of reflections of deities looked towards the twilight sky ignited by the blazing flames. The Flame Goddess was ignited within the flames, her crimson hair like silk, her beautiful red pupils like scarlet roses, and vivid crimson flames flowed along her sword.
In the prophecy, Levantine, the “Sword of Destruction” that would surely burn the world, reflected the twilight of this world.
Herafir’s gaze remained steady. In her perception, only the abyss that swallowed the world remained. As she raised her long sword high, the twilight fell!
“No—”
Suddenly, a frantic girlish voice broke the terrifying silence of the endless abyss. Herafir’s gaze trembled violently. In this abyss where all things perished, neither sound nor color could remain. Yet, for the first time, she sensed a fluctuation beyond decay.
The Sword of Destruction cleaved down without hesitation, and the twilight continued to burn. Verafia closed her golden eyes. A thousand miles away, in the void of the Emerald Forest, the World Tree surged with brilliance and condensed into her hand in an instant. The Sword of Mystyteen was swung with all her might.
The Sword of Life did not slash towards the abyss pointed to by Levantine, but rather towards the endless twilight burning with magnificent blazing flames!
Verafia had once unwillingly considered how she would face Herafir if Herafir truly insisted on ushering in the twilight of the apocalypse.
However, even though things were completely different from what she had imagined, it seemed as if it were destiny itself, the Sword of Life Mystyteen, in her hands, slashed towards the twilight.
In an instant, the two divine swords collided. Life and the endless twilight intertwined. Even though the planes shattered and the fluctuations of the abyss lingered, the magnificent light that erupted illuminated the entire plane.
Even in the City of Holy Light, the priests of the Holy Light followers and the soldiers of the Empire could not help but look up in surprise at the source of the radiating fluctuation.
The Elf Queen Laphynos and Seralies also raised their faces in shock.
For the elves from the Emerald Forest, the last time they felt such a fluctuation was during the battle between the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Silver Moon on the World Tree.
And to these legendary figures who had experienced that battle, this felt even more intense.
“Is that Veer?”
Ophilis’s frosty blue, clear big eyes looked into the distance, afraid to blink, her worried voice escaping her lips.
“It’s Sister Veer and Goddess Herafir,” Siya, standing beside Andes, added.
Not far from the collapse of Moon, as the Holy Maiden of Light, she still possessed some of the light laws that had not yet dissipated. Compared to Ophilis, Siya’s perception was more acute.
The red-haired girl slightly raised her tender little face, a hint of confusion in her gem-like bright red eyes:
“Hmm, but Sister Veer and Goddess Herafir don’t seem to have any hostility… And besides them, there are also some more peculiar things. Hmm, I can’t quite put my finger on it…”
…
At the edge of the shattered plane, the great Orc army was protected by the authority of the deities. The Sun Goddess Sol raised her beautiful face. Brilliant radiance entwined with her golden hair. Suddenly, she gently shook her head and sighed:
“As expected, Your Highness… is here to stop Mother. Is it because she was once mortal that she cannot set aside her emotions?”
Ignet looked up. He actually knew that Verafia’s complex emotions towards Herafir were more about gratitude and reciprocating her love.
Verafia knew Herafir’s affection for her, and she also knew that Herafir had abandoned her complete divine realm, painstakingly separating a part of her as a deity of blazing flames, and entrusting her to her.
“Your Highness Sol, when you speak of emotions, is it different from how Her Majesty Herafir feels towards Veer?” Ignet asked.
“Of course.”
The Sun Goddess raised her luminous eyes: “Towards your Highness, in your human terms, Mother indeed harbors a sisterly affection. However, this does not exceed her rationality as a deity. If there ever came a day when she had to face the Goddess of Life, Mother would be saddened, but she would not hold back.”
Ignet saw a flicker of sadness in the Sun Goddess’s eyes. He remembered that the goddess before him was the daughter of blazing flames and light, and in ancient myths, the Goddess of Blazing Flames had once entered the divine realm of light with the Sword of Destruction.
“Rationality…”
Muttering, Ignet then recalled Verafia’s reluctant and somewhat resolute gaze when she obtained the Divine Spark of Blazing Flames in Peka Lichen. He looked up and at the magnificent light that still lingered in the sky from the clash of divine swords, and said:
“Your Highness Sol, as you say, is Herafir’s act of using herself as the flame to slash into the abyss, her own rationality?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Ignet frowned: “You are a deity, and her daughter. You understand the consequences better than I do, and it’s not just Princess Herafir—”
“The consequence is that Mother herself becomes the seed of fire, including us. Burning the last memories of our era, in the prophecy, the ‘Twilight of the Gods’ that can burn the world, can it not also destroy the abyss?”
The Sun Goddess Sol said. Seeing Ignet’s lack of understanding, she shook her head: “Actually, it’s not what you think. Mother does indeed feel apologetic towards the Goddess of Life, but that does not encompass all of us.”
“Of course, it’s also impossible for the gods to be willing to sacrifice themselves for this world that has long abandoned us.”
“Then why…”
The Sun Goddess Sol suddenly smiled: “Human boy, have you ever thought about what the identity of a deity means to us?”
Ignet’s pupils trembled. He suddenly understood what the goddess was about to say.
“It’s a burden,” Sol said. She slightly raised her head: “We are believed to be gods by mortals, seen as the masters of the world, but we merely shaped authority and bore the rules that carry all things for the world.”
“Afterward, Father… Light, shaped the Sacred Sword, and your race pushed the deities in the sky from their thrones, burying the era that belonged to the gods, to us. All the gods fell in the war, even I, as the Sun God, died.”
“However, slumbering in endless history does not signify the end of the gods.”
“The end of the gods…” Ignet could not help but murmur. Sol’s voice continued.
“Yes, death does not mean liberation. In the prophecy, the era of gods, of deities, will ultimately be buried in twilight. We will awaken again, return to the world that has long abandoned us, and then die in the final twilight.”
Ignet gazed at her. The Sun Goddess’s gaze fell upon the sky burning with blazing flames. Her golden pupils reflected the dim yellow lingering embers, like the final act:
“Human boy, the Twilight of the Gods is our funeral.”
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Well, actually, at first I really wanted Veer and Sister to fight, and have Veer stop the Twilight of the Gods.
Then, I felt that if I wrote it this way, I would have to introduce many more characters and forces, and I didn’t know how much space it would take, so I handled it simply like this, letting Herafir directly slash at the abyss.
(P.S. to increase Veer and Sister’s favorability)
ps: Speaking of which, I suddenly realized, if I wanted to end the story faster, couldn’t I let Sister slash down the twilight? (Similar to Gaeir’s self-destruction?)
(Just kidding, there’s only half a volume left at most, so it won’t end poorly)
