Chapter 362: Chapter 224: The Night of Divine Descent
It hurts, it’s so painful, I wish to die…
In a haze of consciousness, Tiya floated in the Divine Moon Gap, thinking so.
At this mont, she could no longer distinguish whether what was before her eyes was reality or an illusion; pain swept over her in waves, and she felt like a tiny boat in a storm, ready to capsize at any mont.
This was not a competition of Extraordinary Power, but a confrontation of wills.
For the vast majority of people who lack steadfastness and determination, their consciousness would shatter into fragnts as easily as glass under high pressure, after experiencing such a degree of punishnt.
Especially since the Painful Illusion heightened the senses of those being punished, and the flow of ti within the Divine Moon Gap was slowed to a crawl.
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It filled the sinners within with unbearable despair.
Perhaps only a second had passed in reality, but to those in the Illusion Realm, it felt like a week or even longer.
It’s hard to imagine how Tiya, after spending an entire day inside, managed to maintain the last shred of sanity without falling apart.
Or perhaps she was already on the verge of breaking, with only a fragnt of her will clinging to a false hope remaining.
If she could endure such pain, she might preserve so clarity of mind after the arrival of the Goddess.
After that, considering how much the Church valued this body, she might be able to achieve her goals by threatening her own life.
In doing so, Lynn, who was currently being pursued, and Louise, who had been sent to the Religious Tribunal for revealing information to her, might be saved.
I don’t care what becos of .
As long as he lives, that’s all that matters.
At this point, after learning about her identity and origin, Tiya felt as if she understood everything.
In the end, it seed her existence was never blessed by this world; everything related to this body kept a superficial relationship with her.
While she was granted the exalted na and status of the Silent Saintess on the surface, they harbored hatred for her to the bone in private.
Almost everyone wished she would vanish imdiately, yet unable to do so, they kept this dark truth sealed until now.
It’s quite ironic, really.
To think she grew up in such a twisted and morbid environnt for so many years.
A group of beings who hated her to the core respectfully addressed her as “Holy Daughter” every day, yet through repeated suggestions, they attempted to erase her cognition of her identity as “Tiya Yohusti.”
Perhaps this is why the past Tiya seed empty and indifferent like a puppet.
Few called her by her true na.
Except for… that call from Lynn, “Voya.”
Even though it turned out to be nothing but a false lie.
But when Tiya first heard him address her like that, there was a small flutter in her heart.
Even though it wasn’t her real na, it was the first ti this girl with a tragic fate heard soone call her with goodwill, casting aside the identity of the Silent Saintess.
Perhaps the reason why a series of taboo events unfolded, like opening Pandora’s Magic Box, was because of such a simple address, which touched her heart.
And now, it seems it’s ti to pay for these taboo actions.
Tiya did not wish to die; she had an unprecedented desire to live.
Unfortunately, such a wish had beco a luxury.
That being the case, it would be better to seek a glimr of hope for the people she cared about in the last monts of her life, in the face of certain death.
But… it’s still so painful.
If only I could feel a little more at ease before dying.
Knowing that giving up and letting the power grind away her consciousness was the easiest way to lessen the pain, the girl, spurred by her inner resolve, showed an unprecedented stubbornness.
However, to her surprise, just as this thought erged in her heart, the endless pain that had been tornting Tiya suddenly eased.
As if so existence had heard her plea.
Or perhaps… there was even a deeper malice from the Silent Church hidden within.
Accompanied by a soundless silvery glow that gently enveloped her body, Tiya’s vision suddenly blurred, and then she found herself in an extrely familiar scene.
This place…
Tiya’s beautiful eyes widened slightly, her erald pupils trembling gently.
Looking at the breeze coming from the balcony on the fourth floor before her, her mories were jolted back to just over a fortnight ago.
That was the second night after her first encounter with Lynn.
Due to the profound impression he left in her heart at their initial eting, coupled with her yearning to reclaim the missing mories of the past twelve years, Tiya had disguised herself to attend Hillena’s organized banquet.
During the dinner party that night, in order to confront him face to face, she followed him to the fourth-floor balcony.
The details of that night were still fresh in her mind, even becoming one of the few mories that allowed Tiya to persevere through endless pain and tornt.
But why would that scene reappear at such a ti?
Tiya was puzzled.
At this mont, under the influence of so mysterious and powerful rule, she seed to temporarily forget her current plight and everything that had happened in the past few days.
Staring at the young man before her, and the distance between them that was close enough to touch, Tiya’s heartbeat unconsciously quickened.
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