After returning all of the Sovereign Dragon's blood to Neuvillette, Su Yuan pondered the words that had appeared in the palm of his left hand...
[Focalors's sacrifice cannot be avoided, but perhaps sacrifice does not an complete death. Please prepare a vessel beside Focalors...]
Was this telling him that after Focalors's execution, she wouldn't completely perish?
That perhaps so form of soul would remain and attach itself to that vessel?
But even in the ssage, the word "perhaps" was used—it was uncertain...
Should he really gamble on this possibility?
But now, there was no longer enough ti to hesitate.
The All-Devouring Narwhal could erge at any mont to wreak havoc.
Neuvillette must obtain the Sovereign Dragon's full authority as soon as possible!
Just as no matter what twists and turns occurred along the way, the prophecy would still inevitably co to pass...
Focalors's sacrifice now seed like another immutable truth.
Everyone looked at the enormous blue sword suspended above Focalors's head, their hearts a whirlwind of emotion.
"There were so many parting words I wanted to say to you all..."
"I even wanted to dance one final ti, to bow out amidst a dazzling performance..."
"But Su Yuan said ti is short—so let's keep it simple..."
Focalors stood in the center of the stage, smiling gently at everyone.
"Originally, I thought that when faced with the mont of death, I would feel a trace of fear..."
"But now, with everyone by my side, I'm not afraid at all."
"Farewell, everyone."
In the next mont, the enormous blue sword quietly descended.
Focalors instantly dissolved into shimring blue bubbles and foam, vanishing before everyone's eyes.
And the Hydro Sli beside Focalors simply stood there in silence, quietly witnessing everything...
In the next instant, Neuvillette slowly closed his eyes, sensing a wondrous power returning to his body.
A powerful surge of Hydro elental energy erupted from him.
All of Fontaine—and even all of Teyvat—everything related to water was now completely under his control...
Watching Focalors dissolve into foam and illusions right before him, Neuvillette felt imnse sorrow.
He wanted to cry—but he couldn't.
Because if he cried, it would rain outside, and he would risk falling under the Eerie's influence...
"Focalors... I can feel it..."
Neuvillette spoke softly.
"The full authority of the Sovereign Dragon has returned to . I have beco the Complete Dragon..."
"I... Neuvillette... Chief Justice..."
"Hereby declare..."
"I shall absolve all of you, the people of Fontaine, of your sins."
Everyone present felt a subtle change occurring within their bodies, but they couldn't quite put that feeling into words...
At the very mont Neuvillette finished speaking, the Primordial Sea water that once flowed in the blood of all Fontaine's people had completely transford—into real, human blood.
No one would ever dissolve into the Primordial Sea again.
"Focalors!" Su Yuan looked toward the Hydro Sli and shouted, "You're still here, aren't you?!"
The ssage in the palm of his left hand had to be based on sothing real!
That Hydro Sli, upon hearing Su Yuan's voice, began to tremble all over.
Then, without a trace of fear, it bounced energetically toward the crowd...
It first made its way to Neuvillette's side, nudging against him affectionately.
Neuvillette gazed at the sli in silence, his deep eyes reflecting emotions no one could quite read...
Then the Hydro Sli hopped over to Su Yuan. Su Yuan crouched down and gently patted the sli.
Finally, the sli made its way to Furina.
Tears shimred in Furina's eyes as she asked softly,
"Focalors... is that you?"
The Hydro Sli swayed forward and back twice, as if nodding in response.
Then, with a strong bounce, it leapt straight into Furina's arms and closed its eyes— as if falling into a peaceful sleep.
Everyone stared in astonishnt—how could this Hydro Sli be so intelligent and full of spirit?
"Neuvillette, you're now the Sovereign Dragon—can you sense anything from this Hydro Sli?"
Su Yuan turned to Neuvillette and asked.
After all, judging by Neuvillette's expression earlier, he clearly understood sothing...
However, just as Neuvillette was about to speak, his face suddenly changed.
He quickly shouted:
"Everyone, get back! Maintain a safe distance!"
"The All-Devouring Narwhal is here..."
In the next instant, the space on the floor ahead shattered abruptly—
and an enormous narwhal's head erged from the rift.
"How greedy... Just how much of the Primordial Sea have you devoured..." Neuvillette muttered as he gazed at the creature.
"If it were before, I might have found you troubleso..."
"But now, I am the Sovereign Dragon."
With a surge of Draconic Authority, Neuvillette's Hydro energy erupted, unleashing an overwhelming pressure that forcefully suppressed the All-Devouring Narwhal!
anwhile, Tartaglia didn't hesitate for even a second.
He imdiately activated his Foul Legacy form and charged forward to engage the Narwhal in combat!
"Ha ha... Everyone!" Wriothesley shouted,
"Ti for that righteous 'let's all gang up on the enemy' mont!"
"I've been fighting Eerie so long, I nearly forgot how to use my Elental Skill!"
Neuvillette continuously stripped away the Primordial Sea within the All-Devouring Narwhal's body, causing its massive form to steadily shrink.
anwhile, attacks of all colors and elents bombarded the creature, making it realize sothing was terribly wrong.
It began to turn, attempting to flee...
"That's enough..."
Suddenly, a cold and detached voice rang out from an unknown direction.
"Good thing I sensed sothing was off and left seclusion early..."
The next mont, Skirk tore through the void and appeared on the scene.
"Honestly, I didn't expect my master's pet to almost be beaten to death like this..."
"But then again, it only has itself to bla for being so weak..."
Skirk raised her hand slightly, and a violet aura wrapped around the All-Devouring Narwhal's body.
The beast began to shrink rapidly—until it condensed into a small, palm-sized purple-black sphere.
Then Skirk looked up at Neuvillette and spoke:
"To suppress and defeat the All-Devouring Narwhal without relying on 'powers from beyond this world'..."
"You've earned the right to speak to as an equal."
As she said that, Skirk casually tossed the purple sphere that once was the Narwhal into the void behind her.
Then, taking in a slow breath, she murmured:
"Now that the Narwhal's interference is gone... I can finally sense the composition of the power flowing within you..."
"It's the power of the planet's original Sovereign Dragon... but it's tainted with sothing akin to a divine 'curse,'" Skirk said coolly.
"No... there's also a trace of filthy, foreign power hidden within. And yet, you didn't show any signs of using it just now."
"Still... all of this is quite novel to ."
"'A divine curse'? 'Filthy, foreign power'?" Neuvillette echoed thoughtfully.
"Ah, I rember now—you carry the remains of the Third Descender on you, don't you? What you people call the 'Gnosis.'"
Skirk spoke in a flat, indifferent tone.
"That ominous thing... you'd best get rid of it sooner rather than later."
"As for that foreign filth... I think I've seen it before. Or maybe I haven't. I can't quite recall."
Neuvillette nodded slowly in contemplation.
That foreign, filthy power was likely the eerie force still hidden within his body...
"I do have a great deal I'd like to discuss with you all," Skirk said, "but ti is short. I'll take my leave for now..."
As she spoke, she prepared to tear through the void once more—but just before vanishing, she cast a glance toward Tartaglia.
"It's been a while. You've gotten sloppy..."
"Co with . It's ti I put you through so proper training again..."
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