Above the end, blazing white radiance flowed. Before the descending abyss, the Eternal Sword tore open a huge crack. Then, the maiden’s light filled this sky along the gap, once again illuminating the world brought down by the abyss.
However, Verafia’s face showed more anxiety. She had almost instantly entered the sky, which had already been eroded by the abyss. Ig tightened his sword, and the “Eternal” Sword Qi that was slashed continued without interruption, slowing the corrosion of darkness, and following closely behind the maiden.
In the depths of the boundless abyss, lingering embers faintly ignited. It was a maiden with seven parts resemblance to her, but with more maturity and ferocity. Beside her, the legendary world-burning Divine Sword of Destruction was dimmed and extinguished, covered with traces of abyss erosion. Her originally vibrant and beautiful crimson hair was covered with a layer of gray-white.
The Flame Goddess’s face twitched slightly. Seeing the girl who had rushed to her side, the light in her red eyes flickered slightly, and a trace of a soft arc curved at the corner of her mouth. She softly said, “Veer, you’re here.”
“Sister Herafir…” Kneeling beside Herafir and holding her hand, Verafia’s golden eyes overflowed with sadness.
She had not truly witnessed the battle between Herafir and the abyss, but she and Herafir, her “sister,” were both origins of flame and originally one. Even from afar, outside the abyss, she empathized with her experience.
In a mere few breaths of time in the outside world, Herafir’s battle with the abyss had been as long as a century. She ignited the flames, burning the abyss with the world-burning sword, and also experienced the erosion and extinguishing of flames… But, in the end, she was still a step too late.
As if seeing the sadness in the girl’s eyes, Herafir gently stroked her flawless face with her jade hand and smiled with a hint of melancholy, “Veer, I still couldn’t help you.”
Verafia’s burning golden pupils lifted forcefully: “No, sister, you’ve always been…”
Her words were interrupted. The red-haired maiden smiled and shook her head. Her pure white, slender fingers tightened on the girl’s wrist, but it was not painful, but rather a warmth that immersed her.
Verafia’s eyes widened in a daze. She could feel the colors of the flames within Herafir’s divine body reigniting. It was the origin of pure flame, but they were flowing away, like Herafir’s gift, constantly being accepted by herself.
“Avrilia said that if destiny is unavoidable, she will open the door of the Eternal Divine Realm for Vera. However, I think Vera will definitely not want to give up… Flames, these are what I took from you back then, Vera, take them back.”
Gentle and melodious, it was hard to believe that this voice came from the once ruthless Blazing Flame God King, who brought death and destruction. But Verafia had heard it countless times. It was only this time that the beautiful voice, along with wisps of flame origin that turned into glowing light, lingered in her ears.
Verafia remained kneeling, but the touch of Herafir’s light grasp on her wrist gradually became lighter and fainter. At the end of the flame origin, Verafia once again touched the divine spark of flame, which was transformed from Herafir’s former authority. It still did not allow her to refuse, and merged into her body.
Verafia’s fingertips touched the pure flames flowing past. She buried her little face and said in a low voice.
“Sister Herafir always thinks more about me, and I can’t repay her at all.”
She could imagine that the door of the Eternal Divine Realm of the Goddess of Light, Avrilia, was not opened for herself, but rather because of Herafir. Herafir was an ancient deity. Everything in the world now had nothing to do with her. She could have left. Coming to the place below the abyss was entirely because of her.
Ig walked behind her, gazing at the maiden kneeling on the ground, surrounded by vibrant crimson flames, and could clearly feel the girl’s suppressed and low mood. He said.
“Perhaps, because Vera is her sister.”
Ig also recalled his limited interactions with this Blazing Flame God King. From the beginning, this deity did not intend to be reborn. After obtaining Verafia’s goddess body, apart from the destiny she had to face and her responsibility as a God King, she cared more about her “sister.”
Herafir was born in the primordial flames. Even if she was the goddess of the sun, that was her flame, shaped by light. Like Verafia, a flame goddess of the same origin as her, there had been none in tens of thousands of years.
She also witnessed the maiden’s growth, witnessed her hatred, sorrow, joy, and happiness, and also experienced her changes and love. That’s why, when she regained the position of Blazing Flame Goddess, she was so sad and guilty… That’s why Herafir wanted to return the authority of the blazing flames to Verafia at this time?
Or rather, they were themselves the same Blazing Flame Goddess.
“Sister Herafir regards me as a sister…”
Verafia smiled a little dejectedly. She slowly stood up, her soft golden hair cascading straight down like a waterfall. Between her slender thighs, the smooth skirt quietly fell.
The maiden’s slender hand gently clenched, and the Levantine sword, which was stuck in the ground, reignited with scorching flames, turning into a crimson light, flying into her hand. She turned around and stood with Ig.
Ig didn’t say much, and Verafia understood that, besides sadness, she should do what she needed to do now.
The eternal sword light still pierced through the entire sky. In the maiden’s eyes, it seemed to form a trench, and the abyss solidified here.
But this did not mean that Ig’s strength alone was enough to contend with the entire abyss. Before the abyss stood a slender and beautiful maiden, seemingly waiting for her response.
“Filirya, are you waiting for me?”
Verafia uttered the name she had been unwilling to touch for a long time.
Except for the pure white dress like a white iris from former days, Filirya’s appearance had not changed at all. Her silver-white long hair was not elaborately styled, just a simple black crown. The roughly tied strands of hair fell, like flawless moonlight, as pure and clear as iris petals.
However, behind her was an endless abyss.
Unexpectedly, what appeared before them was not Lilyth, the “Saintess” who founded the Abyssal Church and caused the abyss to descend, but Filirya, as the “Abyss Queen.”
She had already arrived at the boundary between eternity and the abyss. It was her waiting that caused the abyss to stagnate.
Filirya now is the Queen of the Abyss, the essence of the Abyss.
Gazing at the golden-haired maiden who seemed to question her, the silver-haired queen’s gaze appeared hazy. Her beautiful face curved into a gentle smile:
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you for almost a hundred years. Brother Lotte, you’ve already killed Lancaster and avenged him. I’ve also mastered the power of the abyss… In the new world, let’s start again, shall we?”
