"After all, although from beginning to end, you have claid to be the creator of the Glorious Era, the Ancient Sun God."
"But the real you...is nothing more than the discarded remnants of the true creator."
"A genuine—"
"Fake."
...
In the illusory Spiritual World, the grand shadow of the Elf King paused slightly.
"Among the secret information you stated, most are facts."
"However, there is one point you have hidden."
The Spiritual Entity, ford by the gray-black mist representing Shiayar’s self-will, spoke softly in the Spiritual World.
"The creator of the Glorious Era, after all, bears the na of the Sun God."
"No matter how much he perceives flaws in his path, choosing to discard excess divinity, cutting away superfluous authority...how could he possibly abandon the authority of the scorching sun itself?"
"And this Lost Island, shrouded in the Curtain of Eternal Night, is precisely the antithesis of the na Sun God."
Shiayar looked at the incomparably handso will of the Elf King before him and said flatly.
"Hence, contrary to what you have described."
"The real you are rely the discordant and frenzied parts discarded by that Sun God, the remnants destined for the trash bin."
"Only, the creator’s madness and loss of control were more severe than imagined; as the aspect of disorder, you were also prepared."
"For instance, the backhand of the Elven Royal Court and the entire Elf Clan... and for example, the Elf King that you secretly have In Control as a new vessel..."
Upon hearing Shiayar’s words, the will of the Elf King did not seem surprised.
"A fake...perhaps so..."
"Only, the boundary between genuine and fake has never been so clear."
"If I can be the first to revive, devour him, and replace him... then I will be the genuine one, and he will be the fake."
"And your excellence let see that possibility."
He shook his head indifferently, overlooking Shiayar’s consciousness before him: "What you say now can change nothing nor hold any significance."
All his will has already entered Shiayar’s Spiritual World.
Admittedly, the spiritual form of the young man before him was profound and powerful.
Beyond his previous expectations, nearing a strength comparable to a truly Fabled Creature.
Yet, in the face of a fully resurrected Elf King, he faced inevitable erosion, devouring, and the fate of eventual erasure.
It’s rely a matter of ti.
Having slumbered on the Lost Island for millennia, he naturally has patience and confidence aplenty to standoff against Shiayar.
"No significance..."
"Perhaps so."
Shiayar chuckled lightly.
"Indeed, this news itself can’t change anything."
"And the reason I say it is just to muster a little courage for myself."
He lightly patted his chest.
"After all, in my usual affairs, I’ve always been well-prepared, putting forth an action only after securing a tenfold advantage and finding multiple retreats."
"Doing sothing as today, without assurance, is a rare exception."
"I can’t help but seek a bit of comfort."
"After all, theoretically speaking, fighting a fake version of the big boss is sowhat easier than the real body."
"Of course, that rely turns a certain death into a one in ten chance of survival."
Shiayar continued to chuckle lightly.
In those eyes, clearly dimd, as if having abandoned hope of life and ceased struggling,
at this mont, a faint light flickered.
"However, it’s not about achieving the Normal End or the True End."
"But rather, for my teacher’s Happy End..."
"So things—"
"Must be done."
He quietly watched in the Spiritual World as the will of the Elf King began to disperse its consciousness, continuously eroding his Spiritual World, attempting to rewrite Shiayar’s self-consciousness.
And then—
He placed his left hand on his chest, his form leaning backward, slowly toppling down.
Not just his consciousness in the spiritual ocean.
Even Shiayar’s physical form in the World Tree Fragnt World also leaned backward, falling.
What is he trying to do?
Such confusion arose within the heart of the Ancient Sun God.
The World Tree Fragnt is His world.
Shiayar’s actions here couldn’t possibly allow him to escape from this World Tree Fragnt Plane.
Yet—
In the next mont.
A blazing and dazzling silver spear light pierced through the dim curtain within the World Tree Fragnt.
The dark palace was torn apart, along with the sub-dinsion ford by this World Tree branch being penetrated.
Amidst the loudly collapsing temple fragnts.
Shiayar, along with the entirety of the will and divinity that had entered his Spiritual World, the Elf King—
Fell towards that boundless dead and silent Void beneath the shattered palace.
Only the voice of the young man remained.
Echoing through the entire shattered palace and resonating over the Lost Island.
"Fall into the Abyss with —"
Reviews
All reviews (0)