The swordsman who appeared before Verafia was a hero once known as “Geon.” Even though Verafia had been reborn, and decades had passed since his fall, legends about Geon were still numerous.
However, Geon today was no longer the hero who suppressed the abyss; he had become an embodiment of the abyss, its shadow!
Before today, Verafia had only met him once. Geon had projected his shadow onto Douglas of “Lust,” and had seized the Origin of Light from Moon.
But Verafia had long predicted she would meet this former Sword Saint again, and seeing him now before the towering abyss, the high tower of the abyss, was not surprising at all.
“Yes, Hero, I have been waiting for a long time,” the swordsman’s voice, as always, was as firm and upright as in former days.
Verafia’s delicate eyebrows moved slightly as she said, “Waiting for me? Geon, is this your personal wish, or is it Elise, or perhaps, the Abyss?”
Geon did not reply. He simply held his sword. “Hero, I know your intentions. But, stop here. At least for now, you cannot pass through this tower.”
Naturally, this was the expected answer. Verafia had not expected Geon, who had become the shadow of the abyss, to let her pass without obstruction.
She merely raised her eyelashes. “Geon, tell me about this tower, and the ritual that supports it.”
“You have already guessed. This is the Tower of the Abyss. ‘After the collapse of the Tower of Babylon, the Abyss will awaken.’ The Saintess is summoning the Abyss for our world.”
He spoke without reservation, looking at the young girl before him, her delicate golden hair tied with a bow like butterfly wings fluttering against flower petals. “Hero, or rather, Miss Verafia. You have come to this place, and should see the Saintess’s vision; you should not oppose us.”
The swordsman, transformed into Geon, was actually trying to persuade her here?
Verafia turned her head. Not only in Ig’s eyes, but also in Ophi, Flarn, and even Misella’s eyes, surprise was evident.
“Geon, you once fell into the abyss, and died in the abyss. Tell me, what did you see in the abyss?”
Geon heard the girl’s mockery and doubt, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face. But he still said:
“The Abyss is an existence transcending matter… In the endless time I was submerged in it, I witnessed Its darkness, coldness, and tranquility. And, outside the world, all the truths and realities contained within.”
“The ravings of a fanatic,” Princess Misella suddenly spoke from the side.
Geon did not pay her any mind.
“Miss Verafia, you should see that it is a pure world. Strife and conspiracy, even filth and decay, all human baseness, all become a void zero – only this world can purify all morality, purify all sin!”
His voice gradually became fervent. Slowly, his plain grey-black eyes were raised, staring intently at Verafia, as if waiting for her answer.
“Purify morality, purify sin… is this the reason you summon the Abyss with the sins of the entire world?”
Verafia suddenly smiled. Geon’s expression became disappointed again in her golden eyes, but she did not care at all. “However, what you just said at least confirms to me that you are not Geon.”
Geon was a legendary swordsman. He was only devoted to the sword, and never worried about so-called morality or human sin.
Moreover, Geon was not a child. In his decades in the human world, how could he not know about corruption, not know about human nature?
Yet, even so, he founded the Fran Legion, and even died suppressing the abyss. Why, after being reborn in the abyss, in front of her, would he lament the world’s sin, even wanting to cleanse it with the abyss?
“Geon, the you before me is a creation of the Abyss modeled after you. What you just said, is it an experience from Elise?”
The swordsman’s face darkened. He raised his sword, his posture making his intentions clear.
Similarly, Verafia swung her sacred sword of life, emerald ripples flowing, a straight line connecting, a flash of brilliance, even submerging the abyss.
Geon’s domain before him was split. With a crisp sound, the sacred sword of life clashed with the sword edge of the abyss. The swordsman’s long sword trembled, and he was pushed back.
At this moment, the infinite darkness before him seemed to stir up a storm, and embodiments of corrupted human nature appeared, blocking the sacred sword of life that the girl had slashed out. The power they exuded even made the abyss ripple.
Verafia’s eyes trembled. They were the figures of the original sins. Among them was Douglas of “Lust,” and no longer Dilian, and the sloth and jealousy of Verodia’s image…
As long as sin is endless in the world, the original sins will never be extinguished. Verafia suddenly recalled what the “Jealous Witch” Verodia had told her.
Compared to what she had seen before, in this tainted land of the abyss where all the world’s sins converged, with the abyss’s enhancement, the aura exuded by these embodiments of original sin had increased by who knew how much, even enough to resist Verafia’s sword cut by the law.
The figures of the abyss’s original sins appeared one after another, until the last figure. Verafia’s golden eyes trembled involuntarily.
Misella beside her gripped the staff in her hand tightly, and her suddenly raised, pure white face showed surprise. She cried out in shock, “Father!”
The tall and majestic figure, still in a white robe, his youth’s blue-golden long hair casually draped over his shoulders, his handsome face showing a slight smile, his shimmering eyes like twinkling morning stars.
“Xiao Mi, you’ve come too?”
He seemed to have just laughed casually. The youth’s gaze did not linger on the silver-haired princess for a second. He shifted his gaze to the golden-haired girl who was looking at him. “Hero, Miss Verafia, it’s been a long time… However, you have kept me waiting.”
“Lancaster.”
The blue-haired youth who appeared before her was Lancaster, who had once wielded the Sacred Sword and was the King of Peka.
In the final battle several years ago, she, as the goddess of blazing flames, fought against Lancaster, who called himself the “Holy King,” and Lichen. After that war, she was almost struck down from the realm of deities, and Lancaster, it was rumored, had fallen after the “Black Sword’s” conspiracy.
However, the fallen Lancaster, beneath the abyss before him, now stood before her again. His handsome face, which had once worn a false mask, was now unmasked, twisted by hatred and greed.
At this moment, Geon, who had been repelled by Verafia’s sword, vibrated his long sword, annihilating the law of life, and unleashed a dark red abyssal sword qi, slashing towards the girl’s figure!
With a fierce sword cry, Igte’s End struck out, blocking the abyssal sword aimed at the girl.
