The black-haired girl thus whispered softly.
In those clear eyes reflected a deep blue sea of flas, as if a Saintess undergoing a fiery ordeal.
Just like the epic of the Red Lotus Saintess Joan of Arc that Shiayar once told her.
When the lotus of the Red Lotus withers away, the forr Dawn Saintess will vanish from the current world.
"Under the influence of the Corrective Force and historical inertia, there should be a new Dawn Saintess to fill my void."
"Whether it be those previous failed Saintess candidates or another orphan erging from Lokiya?"
"The feeling of having one's place replaced by another, even just thinking about it, is sowhat unsettling."
"But—"
"If it's you."
"Even if the whole world forgets , and there's no longer a single trace that I once lived in this world."
"But you, you should still rember my na, right?"
She whispered softly, like a prayer.
"Rember—"
"A girl nad Su Lun once ca here."
The tide of Corrective Force sounded like a mountain collapsing, thunderously echoing in Su Lun's ears.
It was the judgnt of fate, already close at hand.
And Su Lun's petite figure was thus swept away by the tide of Corrective Force, drifting with the waves.
With her current Rank, using all her strength, she should be able to sustain herself a minute or two longer, maintaining her existence from being obliterated.
Will there be a turning point in these one or two minutes? Su Lun does not know.
There should have already been news of the Dawn Saintess's disappearance within the Sacred Court, but they cannot find Su Lun's ticulously hidden Magic Workshop, folded within the sub-dinsion's chanic stronghold.
Even if found, relying on the few Sacred Relics within the Sacred Court cannot withstand such a colossal Corrective Force, determined not to rest until obliterating her.
Su Lun also does not hope for the people of the Sacred Court to co; all these years, she has been extrely earnest in playing the role of a flawless Dawn Saintess, even the strictest elders within the Sacred Court could only say that Su Lun's performance as a Saintess was impeccable.
But Su Lun actually feels nothing towards the title of Saintess savior... her relationship with the Sacred Court leans more towards utilization and transaction.
The reason Su Lun persists in ticulously fulfilling the duties of a Dawn Saintess is solely for Shiayar's sake; whether initially or after joining the Golden Dawn, she just wanted to help Shiayar.
She in the overwhelming sea of flas tried to open her eyes wide.
Following the tide of Corrective Force sweeping over her, she gazed into the river of ti, upstream to the mythical First Era of past history.
She wanted to know if she had done well enough this ti, whether the strike, launched at the cost of her existence being erased by the Power of Historical Correction to cross the river of ti, was effective in causing any harm to the source of it all.
Whether she had thwarted the Golden Dawn's plot, whether she had indeed helped Shiayar.
Crack.
At this mont.
The sound of sothing breaking echoed, swallowed by the roaring tide, nearly imperceptible.
It was a farewell gift, a quaint pocket watch, given to Su Lun by Shiayar in Knowledge City Lokiya when Jayee was born previously.
Shiayar urged Su Lun to keep it at all tis, thus she always kept it nearby, even while bathing she never took it off.
At this mont, the pocket watch shattered.
And then.
At this mont, Su Lun witnessed a miracle.
The miracle of reversing ti.
The flowing ti, along with the roaring tide of Power of Historical Correction, was all segnted.
Finally pierced through.
The phantom bearing a glow moved along the river of ti, parting the sea of flas, even the raging tides of Corrective Force were severed within the bright trajectory.
Just like the story in the Bible, where Prophet Moses parted the Red Sea.
In the next mont, a hand not very strong, yet with distinct knuckles, grasped Su Lun's arm, holding her tightly in its embrace.
The raging tides of Corrective Force surged again, shrieking like thunder, as if the supre laws had been shaken and were now coming in furious roars.
"It's rely, divine justice..."
In those exceedingly familiar words, the tide of Corrective Force strong enough to obliterate True Gods was thus pounding against the back of that slender figure.
Then, vanished like a dream bubble.
Leaving not a single trace.
Within the searing embrace, the raging tide of Corrective Force previously nearly overwhelming her, now didn't even touch her in the slightest.
The person before her appeared extrely illusive within the flowing ti, sowhat blurred, yet Su Lun still recognized the youth's face.
It was an appearance engraved deep into her soul, never to be forgotten even if ten, hundred, thousand years passed.
It was the na Su Lun had constantly been calling in her heart while drifting with the tide of Corrective Force earlier.
She had once heard about Shiayar and Ennie's arrangent, as long as Ennie remained soone useful to him, the youth would never abandon Enola.
Su Lun and Shiayar never made such a pinky promise, but even amidst the tide of Corrective Force, Su Lun never gave up, for she always dread of becoming a part of that promise too.
And at this mont, the dream ca true.
The youth traversed the river of ti, spanning unknown years, arrived by her side.
"Long ti no see, Su Lun."
"You really helped a lot this ti, if it weren't for you, I might still be tussling with that fellow for quite so ti."
The youth looked at the girl in his embrace, gently stroking Su Lun's jet-black hair, tidying the strands tousled by the hot winds from the sea of flas.
In his eyes, the afterglow of ti flowed and within a re instant, he saw through all that Su Lun had gone through.
"Well done, worthy of being the girl I chose."
He gently let go.
"Once I'm back, I'll bring you ho."
The surrounding flowing ti transford from the previously violent river to a tranquil stream.
Carrying Su Lun's petite body, gently returning to the Main Material Plane of the current node.
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