But when he confird the owner of this voice, the mories long sealed yet resurgent in an instant stripped Crimson Moon of any and all thoughts of resistance. That feeble sentint, which he thought he had long since forgotten, once again took hold of his divine consciousness, threatening to let that eerie blood moon flare up and swiftly escape these locked coordinates of the Astral Realm.
However, the very next mont, a slender white finger silently appeared amidst the vast, profound starry sky. Even set against the backdrop of the entire universe's Abyss of Stars, this delicate finger seed inconsequential, yet at this mont, it dimd the brilliance of the vast Sea of Stars.
The world stood still.
Be it the twinkling of starlight or the movent of constellations... Even the ripples of Crimson Moon's turning divine consciousness were quelled.
In the frozen world, only that white finger grew larger and larger.
"After passing through so many layers of secondary planes and Sub-dinsion's weakening... Just one finger probably won't be able to annihilate Divinity along with its divinity. Sooner or later, it will return from the Astral Realm," that cool voice suddenly carried a hint of trouble.
"If that's the case, then leave it to that kid."
"After all, he personally brought it down to its last breath. It wouldn't be right to steal the kill..."
In the frozen Astral Realm, only that cool monologue remained.
"Though I don't know why I took an apprentice after a thousand years,"
"but since my future self would choose him as the last disciple, and with that kind of feeling... surely, there can only be one reason."
"Hope—"
For so reason, that voice, which had been consistently cold and elegant, suddenly revealed a barely perceptible tremor.
"That it is not just my own, unrequited fantasy."
The very next instant, the slender white finger gently pointed.
There was no Magic Power running amok, no energy erupting, nor any grand montum.
After the gesture, the white finger disappeared as if it had never graced this world.
And within the Astral Realm, ti began to flow once more.
Golden Elf... Black Tower...
She said, just the power of one finger?
The divine consciousness of the Crimson Red Moon resud its operation, reconnecting the previously halted thoughts.
But then, the fluctuations and ripples of that divine consciousness beca forever fixed.
Fixed on the last term that surfaced within it, a term that caused both Crimson Moon and the gods of the First Era to tremble.
"Divine Extinguishing Finger."
Thus, this Astral Realm coordinate was obliterated.
「...」
「In the Main Material Plane, Sacred City Calot.」
No, more accurately, this place was once known by the na "Calot," but at this very mont, it had transford into a ruin amidst a river of burning lava.
The gentle gloom of night was fading away, revealing the figure of Shiayar clad in a long black robe with red clouds.
He cocked his head slightly, listening to the information conveyed from the Astral Realm.
After a long while, Shiayar clapped. "Master is indeed Master. You're as reliable as ever, whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years later."
"The barriers between the Astral Realm and other Sub-dinsions are weak, so I could act within certain limits... Matters of the Main Material Plane, however, are different."
"In my perception, the King of the Imaginary Zone is nothing like a coward such as Crimson Moon."
The indifferent ssage transmitted down from the Astral Realm.
"It's okay. A thousand-years-younger version of Master managing to knock Crimson Moon out of the Astral Realm was already beyond my expectations. I thought you'd still be huddled up in so dinsional rift at this ti."
"As for what cos next, Master, you need not worry. That is sothing only I should deal with."
"Huddled up, young Master..."
The cold voice from above the Astral Realm paused for a mont.
Shiayar sensed a lofty gaze descending from the Astral Realm, taking a deep look at him before slowly receding.
HUFF—
Realizing that the gaze from the Astral Realm had vanished, Shiayar finally let out a long breath.
Indeed, whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, teasing one's own Master remains both a dangerous and exhilarating affair.
Dark shadows beside him wove together, forming a girl wreathed in the faint essence of night. Although her deep and silent appearance remained unchanged, Shiayar could sense that the Eternal Night Curtain and shadows enveloping Augutina had dimd substantially.
Isadella wielded the Sacred Sword and was entrenched upon the Throne, possessing the dual advantages of being the "King of the Imaginary Zone" and having her domain's ho field superiority. Holding her back, while simultaneously using the secret Authority of Eternal Night to shield Shiayar from a Nuclear Explosion, ant it was impossible for Augutina to avoid paying a price.
"The power stored in the 'Hourglass of Ti' is almost depleted, and the fall of Crimson Moon has also triggered a brief loss of control over my own Divinity," Augutina spoke softly, the dark shadows slowly fading to reveal her Red Gold eyes, albeit now sowhat dim. "To avoid losing control and turning against you, I must return to Millennium Castle and enter eternal slumber."
She made no effort to conceal her weakened state, on the brink of exhaustion, before Shiayar.
"Yeah, go get so rest."
"Thank you for your trouble, Augutina. I'll be sure to bring you plenty of business when I get back."
He watched as the colors of the night dissolved, ascending toward the distant sky.
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