Chapter 163: Emeralds in a Dream
Like a gentle ray of light touching her eyes, Verafia’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her golden eyes slowly opened. The colors of the dream faded, revealing their true hues.
The scenery remained dreamlike, with a hazy mist and crystalline emeralds like fireflies, adorning this dreamscape of life amidst illusory clouds.
“Here, is this life reborn within the dream of death?” Verafia murmured, her golden eyes lifting slightly.
She still bore the appearance of being entangled by death, withering and wilting. Before her stood an exquisitely transparent mirror. The maiden’s soft, emerald-green long hair cascaded to her waist, her long lashes gently concealing her beautiful face. From her, Verafia felt a tranquil gentleness and acceptance.
However, it was not a mere reflection. The maiden’s soft, emerald hair gently swayed, and her fair hands reached out to Verafia. Her pale, tender palm tenderly grasped Verafia’s small, bony hand.
The flame of life was also ignited here.
The moment the maiden’s hand grasped hers, a soft light flowed over Verafia’s body. The traces of death and decay rapidly receded. Her skin became luminous and fair, her delicate fingers as tender as jade. Her facial skin was full and firm, restoring her youthful appearance. Her radiant golden hair gradually extended to her slender waist.
Verafia could not help but let out a soft hum. Even her formerly hoarse and dry voice had regained its sweetness, like the melodious singing of orioles.
She looked at the beautiful maiden holding her hand, with emerald branches adorning her dress, and her lifted face showed a hint of hesitation: “You…”
Hearing Verafia’s voice, the maiden also seemed to awaken. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a face identical to Verafia’s in her eyes.
However, her disposition was entirely different from Verafia’s. It was a stance of tranquility and gentleness, coupled with intellect and maternal warmth, adorned with subtle sadness and compassion. It was an equal love for the world, inspiring a desire for reliance in one’s heart.
Verafia was no stranger to such emotions. It was what had been presented to her in the statue of the Goddess of Life in the Church of the Holy Tree… In the goddess’s dreams, she had seen it countless times, this emotion flowing within her heart.
“Goddess Silusilis…” Verafia’s golden eyes lifted slightly, her lips parting to whisper the name.
This was the goddess’s dreamscape. Whether it was the life or death she had experienced before, or the illusory dreams in which she had indulged again and again, all were derivatives of Silusilis’s dream… And the maiden who now appeared before her, with a face almost identical to her own, was naturally the Goddess of Life, Silusilis.
“However, that statement is not entirely accurate.”
Verafia suddenly thought, “Goddess Silusilis has already departed completely, leaving behind only a momentary dream within her divine position. That is the dream of Silusilis, an illusion born from the intertwining of my memories… She is dormant within the goddess’s memories, as the Goddess of Life that is me.”
The dream before her was not solely the Goddess Silusilis’s, but also Verafia’s Emerald Dream.
In the mesmerizing dreamscape, the maiden’s long eyelashes trembled. Her exquisite, fair face exuded a rich light of life. Her emerald pupils slowly opened, displaying an unparalleled pure vision of life.
Verafia met her gaze. The maiden with emerald-green long hair gently held Verafia’s tender hand, watching her tranquilly. Her emerald eyes, stained with the verdant hues of life, were filled with gentleness, an invitation to her.
“Let us become one, let us become the embodiment of life,” Silusilis sang softly. Her melody was beautiful, as gentle as a moving ballad, sounding in Verafia’s ears.
But Verafia gently shook her head, her golden eyes revealing a hint of determination. “No. Silusilis, I have people I care about, people I love… Therefore, I cannot become you.”
The maiden did not reply. Her soft hair fell across her face as she quietly watched her, her emerald eyes of life serene and gentle.
This was not the true Goddess Silusilis. As Verafia had just realized, it was merely a crystalline memory left by the former goddess within the divine position of life.
However, she was still the current Goddess of Life, the condensation of the divine position of life. Her existence was to maintain the stability of the divine spark of life and the purity of her divine position.
A soft smile touched Verafia’s lips. She released the maiden’s gentle grasp and a brilliant radiance suddenly erupted from within her body, disturbing the dreamscape of life.
This was Verafia’s rejection of the invitation to the divine spark of life.
In this instant, the emerald-green hair swayed, and the emerald light of life ignited in Silusilis’s pupils. It was like a pure emerald, and the laws of life beside her stirred ripples within the sea of life.
Ripples undulated through the dreamscape, and upon contact, the light of life was released, causing countless vines and shoots to regenerate instantly, transforming into a vast ocean of life.
Verafia took a step back. The sound of the wind stirred, and the emerald light brushed across her snow-white face. A rich aura of life emanated from it, her golden hair undulating like waves.
Once, she had fallen into a sea of flames. As a nascent golden flame, and finally becoming the Goddess of Flames, she had not encountered Herafir’s will. Verafia knew that it was merely Herafir’s concession and a blessing for her “sister.”
If Silvia, a fragment of Silusilis, had accompanied her to this dreamscape, perhaps the inheritance of the Goddess of Life would have been like that memory… But with only herself and Fuya arriving here, Verafia had never forgotten that she needed to face the will of the Goddess of Life directly.
The Goddess Silusilis before her was the enemy she needed to defeat.
The maiden with emerald hair gazed serenely, her steps as graceful as a dance upon the vines, descending gently. The colors of life also danced around her, extending towards Verafia’s delicate body.
This was the Emerald Dream of Life, and what they competed for was the divine spark of the Goddess of Life.
In this world condensed by life, no rules existed. Flames could not burn, ice could not freeze. The only thing that existed was the law representing life.
Verafia naturally could not forget this.
At the same moment, a wave surged before Verafia, transforming into the Tree of Life. Silusilis’s steps halted, her surging tide blocked. And upon Verafia’s Tree of Life, emerald vines grew, spreading into Silusilis’s sea of life!
Within that dreamscape of life, Verafia, as the Tree of Life, experienced a lifetime as a creator, even having the memories of myriad beings, and even of goddesses.
In this Emerald Dream shaped by the divine spark of life, she was also the Goddess of Life!
