The Silver Moon manifested, casting its reflection into reality.
Silvia’s pupils lost their focus.
Shiayar, on the other hand, bit the tip of his tongue violently.
The taste of blood spread through Shiayar’s mouth, and with the stimulation of this pain, he forcefully roused his already nearly depleted spiritual power.
Then, Shiayar gathered the roused, ager spiritual power.
Using "Moon Reading," he rewrote the girl’s mories.
He erased the fragnts of Silvia’s mories about himself after the backstabbing at the Morningstar Hills and extracted them from her Soul.
Then, he filled in new mories that had been rewoven.
A girl imprisoned in a garden since childhood, naive and romantic—she could not have survived the era known as the ’Calamity Land,’ with the kingdom in decline, the evil cult and beast tide rampant in the world, and the Abyss covetously watching.
But—hatred can change a person.
It can teach a girl, once naive and innocent, to be cautious and careful.
To learn to hide her strength and identity.
To learn to always harbor a wariness of others.
"So—"
"Hate , Silvia."
"This hatred, this enmity... will beco your sustenance."
"It will be the strength that lets you survive in this lawless world, beco powerful—"
"And eventually, ascend to the pinnacle of the world."
In Shiayar’s eyes, the spinning Silver Moon slowly dispersed, eventually turning into nothingness.
After doing all this, Shiayar finally took Silvia’s hand and led her step by step onto the tallic disc.
Shiayar took out a tissue, wiped the Ashes off Silvia’s pale cheeks, and adjusted the girl’s long hair that had been disheveled by the wild wind.
Then, using his last bit of strength, Shiayar activated the Teleportation Array.
The next instant.
A bright blue light of Magic Power flared up.
On the tallic disc, the mysterious rune array began to operate. The sound of chanical gears turning and the glow of Magic Runes echoed each other, lighting up Silvia’s beautiful, lusterless eyes.
And as the tallic disc began to rotate,
Shiayar’s figure also began to blur, dissolving into nurous illusory specks of light.
At this mont, having lost the protection of the Echo of History, he was already barely sustaining himself against the wash of the river of ti.
And now that all processes were complete, there was no reason to forcibly persist in staying there.
Shiayar’s gaze lingered on Silvia, enveloped in the magical luminescence.
He moved his colorless lips, forming a faint smile.
"If my assumptions are correct..."
"Then, Silvia."
"Perhaps—"
"At the end of ti."
"We may have a day when we et again..."
The next mont.
A scorching blast wind blew from the burning city.
When the desolate wind had passed, Shiayar and Silvia were no longer seen amid the ruins of the Azure Garden Royal Capital.
Only their final words faded away with the shattered light and vanished.
...
After an indeterminate amount of ti had passed.
In the deep mountains on the border of the Azure Garden Dukedom, Silvia slowly ca to.
The girl’s bewildered gaze swept around her, then gradually beca resolute and cold.
Her last complete mory stayed on Shiayar’s cold, bloodstained blade in the sea of flowers at the Morningstar Hills.
After that, Silvia’s mories beca fragnted and incomplete.
Perhaps because of her severe injuries and resulting unconsciousness, her lucid monts were extrely brief. Only a few battered fragnts of mory remained.
The rough course of events was this: the elders of the Brunestadt family discovered Shiayar and Norton’s ambitions, which led to a fierce battle between the two sides.
The battle was intense, and Norton’s plan ultimately failed due to a backlash from the seal.
But the Brunestadt family also paid a heavy price; almost all the elders and family mbers died in the battle.
Silvia had accidentally absorbed so of the Divinity from the broken seal during that battle. A few family elders then activated a secret teleportation array hidden within the mansion and sent her out.
In the instant she was teleported away, the only living person left in the mansion was Shiayar, also the final victor.
He looked at Silvia with indifferent eyes as she was being sent away, desperately protected by the family elders. His blade, which he had just pulled from an elder’s neck, was still dripping with a spray of blood.
"Silvia, you are too weak."
"So weak that you don’t even qualify to take part in this battle or seek revenge against ."
"Right now, you’re not even worth killing."
"My foolish little sister,"
"If you wish to kill , then loathe , hate ..."
"And live on, hideously."
...
"Shiayar—"
"Brother."
The girl extended her pale white fingers and removed the athyst hairpin from her strands of hair.
In those beautiful eyes, a mixture of chestnut and silver—
All the bewildernt, innocence, romance, and yearning that had once belonged to the girl had vanished without a trace.
In those eyes, now as cold as ice and devoid of any impurity—
Only an indescribable frost remained.
"Since you think that as I am now, I am not worth killing,"
"Then I will surely stand at the summit. And I will thoroughly repay you for everything you have done to ..."
...
That day, multiple Godly Descents broke out in the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden.
The majestic presence of Fabled Creatures walking the mortal plane could be seen even thousands of miles away, an awe-inspiring sight that caused unease in several neighboring kingdoms.
Several Legendaries were alerted. They waited on the borderlines, anticipating the comncent of a godly war.
But in the end, the Godly Descent’s Bodies searched for several days to no avail and could only retract their power in vain.
And so the Azure Garden Dukedom crumbled under the aftershocks of the Godly Descents, quickly becoming a relic of history.
So Legendaries examined the traces of Divine Power left at the scene. They determined it was a Godly Descent triggered by the breaking of the Twilight seal.
Thus, in the ancient texts of later generations, this brief line was added—
"Azure Garden Dukedom was annihilated in the year 346 of the Holy Calendar due to the Twilight Calamity."
Years later, a female Beastmaster rose like a cot.
On the Western Continent, then still shrouded by the ’Calamity Land,’ she carved out an illustrious na for herself.
In just a few short years, she reached the Titled Rank, and her title was ’Gray-Silver Witch’.
But by the ti Silvia had recovered her true na and begun her search on the Western Continent,
she found she could no longer locate any trace of Shiayar.
It was as if, after that day of Godly Descents, the boy nad Shiayar Egutt had vanished from the Western Continent entirely.
Then, a few more years passed.
When Silvia ascended to the rank of Legendary, her spiritual power was sublimated to completion. It transford into a sea of spirit, allowing her to perceive her Soul and mind from a higher dinsion—
Only then did she discover the altered traces deep within her Soul, the rewritten fragnts of her past mories, and the blank segnts that had been extracted. She also found the final words Shiayar had left for her.
That day, Silvia, the ’Gray-Silver Witch,’ established a pure white Tower on the Golden Plains across the Grant Sea. In a secondary plane, she also created a palace, enveloped in frozen Twilight.
It was the sanctuary she had built for herself.
It could also be said to be her own tomb.
Many powerful beings thus regarded Silvia as an anomaly among Legendaries.
The Divine Realm, a coveted dream for countless Legendaries, was within her easy reach, yet Silvia showed no interest in it whatsoever.
She seed to grow stronger solely to wait in this tumultuous mortal world for soone’s return.
"Brother Shiayar left one last sentence."
"Shall we et again at the end of ti?"
"If that is the case,"
"then let wait for your return."
"I want you to tell , in your own words, the truth you hid that day, and what feelings you truly held for ."
"Whether it is a hundred years or a thousand..."
"As long as you have not returned, I will keep waiting."
—Excerpt from the "Diary of the Gray-Silver Witch," page 704, Holy Calendar Year 360, Month of Blooming Flowers, 13th day.
This was the last page of the "Diary of the Gray-Silver Witch," frozen within the Twilight Palace.
「Afterward.」
Five hundred years passed.
The ’Calamity Land’ era ended.
Saints had bled, and the chaotic era—when Demigods, Angels, and other Fabled Creatures walked the earth—ca to an end.
Godly Descents also beca fleeting legends, passed on only in the verses of wandering poets.
Legendaries once again beca the supre beings on the Western Continent.
And the long-sealed "Diary of the Gray-Silver Witch" was opened once more after five hundred years.
Then, a new Chapter was written.
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