Chapter 69 Saintess of the Abyss
The raging flames were ignited. Legend has it that the divine sword that was destined to ignite the twilight and burn the era of the gods fell. However, the ignited extinguishing flame did not ignite the divine body of the Goddess of Flames with her own flame.
Herafir’s eyes trembled slightly. She slightly moved the slender wrist that held back the destructive divine radiance. She knew very well what was blocking the burning flame of Laevatein.
The blazing flames burned wantonly, but before the destructive fire that could burn the world, it was like a world tree standing tall. The radiant life illuminated by the sword of Mystetyn stood firm. The emerald life and the blazing crimson ignited destruction, and the crimson and emerald colors intertwined with each other.
Crimson silk hair fluttered. The firelight reflected on Herafir’s flawless cheek. She turned her face and saw, in the radiance of life, the slender hand holding the sword, the lips tightly pursed girl. She forcefully raised her snow-like jade face. In her gemstone-like gorgeous gold eyes, a few traces of unwillingness were reflected.
The Goddess of Flames sighed, “Veer, why are you stopping me? With the fire of twilight, burn the world. This is our own choice.”
“You are using yourself as the flame seed…” The girl’s voice that came through was intermittent amidst the impact of intertwined laws, but it also seemed to reflect her current state of mind.
“We are the afterglow of this world. This world is no longer an era belonging to the gods… Veer, I never wanted to return to this world. But since it is destined to face that fate, let the fierce fire that is destined to destroy the world burn this abyss. That is a better ending.”
“But, Sister Herafir… Since you say you are the afterglow, and this world can no longer accommodate you, then why do you need to burn yourself out for us?”
Verafia forcefully raised her face. She bit her lip, her pair of gold eyes gazing at the goddess who was also looking at her in the flames.
Upon seeing the twilight, Verafia instinctively drew her divine sword without much thought. However, at the moment the sword of Mystetyn cut through the destructive flames, Verafia knew that this was indeed her true intention.
“Veer, you still don’t understand.”
Herafir gently shook her head and sighed. However, the girl’s concern for her moved the goddess. She gently raised the right hand holding Laevatein. Laevatein’s sword lightly rang against the intersecting divine sword of life, and the destructive burning fire slowly lifted from the sword of Mystetyn.
In front of them, apart from the blazing crimson flames and the piercing emerald divine radiance, the silent abyss still devoured the heavens and earth like a black-red sun.
Even though Herafir was not the complete Goddess of Flames, the sword edge ignited by the afterglow of the era of the gods was not something Verafia could completely block. She had merely forcibly stopped Herafir from burning herself as the flame seed.
— Outside the sword edge of life, more blazing crimson flames fell into the abyss, burning fiercely. Countless abyss substances, like mud, enough to submerge a mountain and river, evaporated.
Verafia pressed the divine sword transformed from the World Tree and landed beside Herafir in a few steps. She saw the goddess’s gaze, turned her head to look at the abyss burning in the flames, and her slender fingers couldn’t help but grasp, “This, your flame…”
The abyss reflected in front of her. In Verafia’s eyes, it was like a vast, dark sea that submerged the world, a silent starry sky. Even though the fierce divine flames burned vigorously, Verafia still felt a chill emanating from her heart.
This was the coldness born from the withered laws and decaying all things in the abyss.
“Veer, you must have guessed it too. The abyss also represents a world. Even divine flames cannot burn a whole world.”
Herafir rubbed her hair and said, shaking her head.
“So, you intend to burn the world of the abyss with the twilight of the gods?”
A beautiful and gentle girl’s voice suddenly sounded in the silence. Verafia’s slender eyelashes trembled. This was a familiar voice. Even now, Verafia couldn’t help but recall that war from time to time. The chaotic, bloody, and yet warm memories like the gentle dawn.
Her gaze moved with the turning of her face. As a god, her divine sense was enough to perceive the world, but for some reason, Verafia insisted on moving her eyes.
Before her eyes, above the abyss where all filth and corruption converged, a slender, pure white figure walked gracefully. Her soft, bright hair like dawn cascaded down. She wore no shoes or socks, and a simple snow robe hung to her slender ankles. However, amidst tens of thousands of impurities, not a single trace was stained, remaining as pure as before.
The white-haired girl gently raised her face. Her beautiful eyes were moving. Her pupils were clear, like the purest jade.
“Your Highness Goddess, your twilight is prophesied to burn the world. However, what will ultimately be destroyed is the afterglow of the gods, the era of the gods… How can you be confident that the fire of twilight can burn this abyss?”
Upon seeing her appear, Herafir couldn’t help but frown slightly, “You still have the aura of light on you. He has not abandoned you, and you are still His Saintess.”
“Even if I commit sins, Sacred Light still forgives me.”
The white-haired girl lowered her head, her exquisite hands clasped in front of her white robe in repentance. The pure dawn light sprinkled on her face through her slender eyelashes, making her look even more beautiful.
In Verafia’s eyes, this scene was no different from the memory of the pure and flawless Saintess praying devoutly in the sunlight and offering blessings.
The white robe moved slightly. The white-haired girl raised her face again, “Your Highness Goddess, I am still a believer in light. But, I can only offer repentance to light—May the Lord’s teachings forgive my defilement.”
“Iris…” Verafia couldn’t help but utter a sound.
The white-haired girl slowly turned her head and saw the golden-haired girl watching from afar. A moving smile bloomed. The girl’s translucent pupils looked into the distance, and her voice was sweet, “Brother Lott… It’s been a long time. It’s really good to see you again.”
Verafia just watched her.
Igter had seen Iris before. For Verafia, she had thought about her identity and her aspirations more than once in her heart, but this was indeed the first time she had truly seen Iris, who had been a Saintess, again.
She was no different from the Iris in her memory, still translucent and flawless, so pure that it was difficult to instil even a hint of blasphemous thought. However, looking at her face, the beautiful smile that once brought hope now carried an indescribable sadness.
“Iris… What have you been through?” Verafia’s slender fingers couldn’t help but grip.
“Brother Lott, you have also changed a lot. But, do the experiences that changed us matter?”
A moving smile bloomed on her face, but Iris gently shook her head. She looked at the equally exquisite golden-haired girl:
“Compared to the past, we meet in our current identities.”
