I’m getting close now.
In the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun, Roel allowed the steed to advance at a slowed pace while he kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings.
Roel wasn’t in a good condition at all, especially after he had spent a day furiously galloping on horseback. He had underestimated his exertion when dealing with Shrouding Mist.
He didn’t fully release the powers of the Crown’s Stones, opting to just release their auras to intimidate Shrouding Mist. Thanks to that, he was spared from the heavy side effects of his abilities. On top of that, he had to devote a portion of his mana to calm the disturbance in the Crown’s Stone from their prolonged summoning.
In contrast, the woman whom he was worried about was in the opposite position.
Checking the traces of the three battles Nora had with the deviants, Roel was certain that she was gradually growing stronger. That was evident from the scale of the carcass mountains.
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It had increased from several hundreds in the first pile to over a thousand by the third pile. Her increasing kill count and the mana traces she had left behind affirmed his judgment, further stoking his worry.
To his surprise, his worry didn’t last for too long.
Weng!
A metallic reverberation could suddenly be heard ahead just as night descended upon the prairie. Ascendwing suddenly began vibrating in resonance to something, emanating a flickering light. Roel’s pupils dilated as he quickly looked in the direction of the metallic reverberation.
He knew that resonance was a sign that Ascendwing had sensed the aura of its owner. Given that he hadn’t done anything, the short sword could only be resonating to its other owner.
Nora is nearby!
He soon noticed a speck of golden aura rising from the horizon. It shared the brilliance of the stars in the sky, compelling one’s admiration. However, that awe would only last for a second.
A searing arc suddenly tore through the darkness and rushed at him, emanating fiery heat reminiscent of divine flames. Roel found himself unable to react to it at all.
Too fast!
That attack was launched in less than a tenth of a second, a speed so fast that even transcendents struggled to cope with even with their superior reflexes.
At this point, it was no longer for Roel to take any evasive maneuver. Yet, he didn’t reveal the slightest hint of despair. It might be impossible for a human to react to the attack, but it was still lacking in the eyes of the gods.
“Making a move without a greeting? How rude.”
A delightful feminine chuckle sounded.
Roel’s mana started channeling on its own accord, creating a window where a fair hand reached out from the void to release the Witch Queen’s spell. The spell produced ripples that created folds in the space in front of Roel, causing the searing arc to refract and pass by Roel’s sides, crashing into the darkness behind him with a deafening explosion.
Thanks to Artasia’s help, Roel was able to survive the lethal blow. However, he didn’t celebrate just because of that. The familiar mana pulsation had already told him the identity of the assailant, and that was the worst-case scenario for him.
Staring at the distant horizon, he saw a young woman with unfurled light wings rising into the air as if she was the new sun. She emanated a divine aura not unlike that of a god seeking to cleanse the world.
Nora Xeclyde.
Their eyes met across a distance of a thousand meters. Roel felt a surge of coldness in his heart as he realized that the worst had happened.
Nora couldn’t recognize him anymore.
Even as she gazed upon Roel, her sapphire eyes remained hard and unfeeling. She was consumed by her divine instinct. Her aura was much stronger than before, but she wasn’t the same person as she was before. She no longer felt… human.
Am I too late? Has she fully undergone Seraphication?
Such a thought arose in Roel’s mind, plunging him into despair. He quickly forced himself to stay cool and think of other possibilities.
Holy Eminence John did mention that Seraphication was an irreversible process, but that was only if the individual had crossed a certain threshold. Till then, it would be possible to undo its effects. The only problem was that he had no way of telling whether Nora had crossed the threshold or not.
To be honest, he was afraid to know the answer to the question. However, for his own sake and Nora’s, he needed to verify it himself.
“Nora, it’s me. Roel. Don’t you remember me?”
“…”
Withstanding the immense pressure coming from above, Roel raised his head and asked with a hoarse and quivering voice. He stared intently at the angel in the sky, praying for a miracle to happen.
The moment he said his name, the woman in the sky visibly frowned and there was a slight change in her gaze. However, that momentary struggle of her human self was insufficient to overcome the suppression of her powerful bloodline. Her divine instinct swiftly vanquished her humanity, and she displayed renewed hostility toward Roel.
Holy flames began blazing silently on her body.
Roel could feel an indescribable pressure crushing down on him, heaping great stress on his body. The ancient gods from distant lands surfaced one after another to protect him, but instead of feeling fear, Roel was overjoyed instead.
There’s a reaction! She hasn’t passed the threshold yet!
The moment Roel saw the series of changes in Nora, a surge of relief gushed into his heart. He felt like there was a lump in his throat.
Nora’s struggling humanity might have appeared futile, but it represented a ray of hope. He wouldn’t give up as long as there was a sliver of hope, and he was determined to turn things around regardless of the cost.
Mana began rushing through Roel’s body as he simultaneously manifested Grandar, Peytra, and Artasia. It was a huge burden on him to summon all of his ancient gods at once, but he knew that this was the minimum he needed to do in order to deal with the current Nora.
That was apparent through the reactions of Grandar and the others.
The ancient gods didn’t stand domineeringly over the battlefield as they usually did. Faced with the expanding sphere of light in the sky, Peytra narrowed her sharp eyes, Artasia revealed a rare impassive expression, and Grandar silently gathered the bulk of his strength. The three of them knew that they were faced with a dangerous enemy.
Nora had already reached Origin Level 3—that was something Roel had confirmed from the very first attack. That usually wouldn’t have posed much of an issue to him since he had defeated a couple of Origin Level 2 transcendents to date.
The problem was that Nora’s Origin Level 3 was different from the others.
She was the most powerful female capture target in Eyes of the Chronicler; there was hardly any doubt about that. She was the inquisitor of light and the holy sword that severed sins. She was the chosen one that the world birthed after countless years. Now that she had transformed into a god, she was more dangerous than ever.
The danger instinct Roel had honed over the years was screaming at him to flee from here with the fastest speed possible, be it through the tension in his body or the persistent goosebumps on his arms. Even the Witch Queen chose to offer her advice.
“My hero, I know that you wish to save her, but I advise you to give up on that thought. That’s not just any angel…” she said with a rare grave expression.
“Go all out, or else we’ll perish here,” replied Roel determinedly.
Angels.
They were known as Sia’s aides in the ancient era, and they had always prided themselves as the Goddess’ Envoys. Many races viewed them with reverence. However, just like how different humans had vastly different degrees of talents, a hierarchy existed amongst the angels too.
The Xeclydes were the result of the angels’ hope to sustain their bloodline, so the Angel Bloodline they had inherited was naturally the most superior one. It granted them utmost power to survive no matter how chaotic the environment was.
Every member of the Xeclyde House wielded great latent potential. Their bloodline awakening was a journey for them to search for their own ‘roots’, to reconnect with their angel lineage in their own way and inherit its power. That was why every member of the Xeclyde House had a different power after awakening.
Holy Eminence John had inherited the bloodline from one of the Seven Archangels of the ancient era, making him an irrefutable powerhouse even amongst the Xeclydes. However, Nora, who had undergone Restoration of Primordial Bloodline, was in a much more special position.
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“Angel King.”
Peytra quietly murmured the origin of the young woman’s power, causing Roel to widen his eyes in astonishment.
In certain ways, Nora could be considered as a nascent form of a god, and she was also a Race Sovereign just like Peytra and the others. That was the reason why the three ancient gods were so wary about her.
Furthermore, in terms of attributes, the power of the angels was quite troublesome to deal with. Among the three ancient gods, only Grandar’s undead attribute could hope to curb it.
Roel’s face turned solemn as he came to understand how dire the situation he was in.
In the sky, Nora began to make her move. She gazed at Roel with glowing eyes before gracefully arching her body forward, as if she was leaning in for a tender kiss. But what came instead was terrifying killing intent.
Boom!
With a sonic boom, Nora pushed herself against the air and propelled herself forward with a furious outpour of mana toward her light wings. She descended like a falling comet toward Roel.
This unexpected maneuver caught Roel, Grandar, and the others by surprise.
Is she giving up her aerial advantage for a close-quarter fight?
After a brief moment of doubt, the Primordial Earth Goddess made use of this opportunity to unleash her power. She forcefully created an eruption between Roel and Nora, ricocheting huge shattered rocks into the sky as if an army of catapults. At the same time, she tightened her serpent body tightly together before bolting toward the descending comet.
The earth flames and massive stones had blocked Nora’s path of retreat while the Primordial Earth Goddess waited in front of her with her humongous mouth opened, ready to devour Nora alive.
However, the latter remained unfazed, choosing to neither decelerate nor avoid Peytra. In fact, she charged right into the World Serpent’s mouth.
“Hm?”
Peytra was surprised that she was able to devour Nora that easily. The Witch Queen also frowned in confusion as well. The two of them couldn’t understand why the enemy would voluntarily enter the Primordial Earth Goddess’ Body.
One must know that Peytra was the incarnation of the earth. It was impossible to destroy her from within. That was her authority as a god.
Yet, the ironclad rule revealed signs of collapsing the next moment.
A tinge of golden aura started glowing from Peytra’s body. From a weak flickering gleam, it swiftly permeated her body like a contagious disease. Cracks appeared all over the World Serpent’s body, and everything started crumbling with a loud explosion.
Boom!
“This is bad!”
The collapse of Peytra’s body alarmed the Witch Queen. She didn’t think that Nora would wield such terrifying assimilatory angelic power that allowed her to thoroughly invade a god’s body and break it down. Roel was also shocked as well. Years of battle experience made him cognizant of a fact.
I won’t be able to hold my ground against her.
The powers Nora had gained after undergoing Seraphication were Assimilation and Decimation.
That was the reason for the mutilated carcasses Roel had encountered along the way. Even without her personally making a move, all that came into contact with her mana would become pervaded by it before being decimated.
In the sky, the World Serpent that was split into two plummeted to the ground with a pained cry. The angel who broke out of its body unfurled her light wings and charged forward once more. At the same time, she began conjuring light arrows and unleashed them at Roel.
Grandar stepped forward to block the light arrows. He was able to counter the assimilatory nature of Nora’s mana thanks to his attribute of undead reanimation, thus allowing him to stand his ground for the time being.
With a furious roar that shook the night, Grandar released a huge burst of death aura and hurled it toward the falling angel with a powerful punch. The sheer might of the Giant Sovereign finally cracked the angel’s nonchalant expression as she opted to evade his attack.
This was the first time that Nora was forced to back away in the battle, but this small win meant nothing in the larger scale of things. After retreating to the sky, she raised her palm and summoned a flood of blinding light, turning the entire sky golden.
Her mana pulsated with incredible intensity as she channeled it down upon the Giant King. In response, Grandar gathered his death aura and unleashed it in the form of a punch.
The two forces clashed, producing a massive explosion that swiftly irradiated Tark Prairie, vanquishing the shadows of the night. All of the demonic beasts in the vicinity frantically escaped from the area, and the bloodthirsty deviants dared not to approach in the face of such frightening might.
It looked like both sides were equally matched at the moment, but Roel knew that the situation wasn’t optimistic.
Bit by bit, Grandar’s mana was being assimilated by the angelic power. A countdown was already placed on how much longer he could fight for. On top of that, Roel was also running low on his mana.
“My hero, allow me to kill her.”
Artasia turned to Roel and spoke with an earnest plea.
“It isn’t your fault. It’s impossible to save her from the Seraphication of the Angel King. At this rate, we’ll all die,” said the Witch Queen.
None of them had expected that Nora’s Seraphication would be tied to the Angel King. It was an unintended situation, as well as Nora’s own fate.
Countless transcendents had been destroyed by their own talents since the ancient era. Nora wasn’t the first, and she wouldn’t be the last either. It was understandable why Roel wanted to save her, but there was no point for him to give up his life in futility.
It was rare for Artasia to use conventional standards to construct an argument that few could refute, but Roel simply looked ahead of him quietly.
Is she really not worth me putting my life on the line for?
Time seemed to have stopped as such a doubt surfaced in Roel’s mind. He could keenly sense the overwhelming danger he was in as if someone was pressing a knife against his neck, but the thought of Nora’s lifeless corpse made him feel as if someone was ripping out his chest.
For the longest time, his goal had been to live on.
But what did it mean to truly live?
Was killing someone whom he cared for and living his life out in regret count as living? Would slaying the final hope of the Theocracy and spending the rest of his life watching the death of his brethren count as living?
He could survive if he chose to kill Nora, but he thought that it would be no different from being dead. He had a part to play in Nora’s Seraphication, and he strongly felt that he had to save her no matter what it took.
“Artasia, I forbid you to kill her. I won’t let anyone take her away.”
Under the brilliant light, Roel looked at the Witch Queen and spoke with a composed voice. His eyes glowed as brightly as candlelight, reflecting his unwavering determination.
“She’s not someone whom I can forsake. If it’s her fate to be destroyed by the Angel King, it’d be my fate to drag her back from his clutches!”
With Roel’s forceful words, the Crown Origin Attribute began glowing brightly amidst crackling lightning. His mana started to surge as he began walking forward.
“She’s only asleep. I’ll wake her up.”
I’m getting close now.
In the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun, Roel allowed the steed to advance at a slowed pace while he kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings.
Roel wasn’t in a good condition at all, especially after he had spent a day furiously galloping on horseback. He had underestimated his exertion when dealing with Shrouding Mist.
He didn’t fully release the powers of the Crown’s Stones, opting to just release their auras to intimidate Shrouding Mist. Thanks to that, he was spared from the heavy side effects of his abilities. On top of that, he had to devote a portion of his mana to calm the disturbance in the Crown’s Stone from their prolonged summoning.
In contrast, the woman whom he was worried about was in the opposite position.
Checking the traces of the three battles Nora had with the deviants, Roel was certain that she was gradually growing stronger. That was evident from the scale of the carcass mountains.
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It had increased from several hundreds in the first pile to over a thousand by the third pile. Her increasing kill count and the mana traces she had left behind affirmed his judgment, further stoking his worry.
To his surprise, his worry didn’t last for too long.
Weng!
A metallic reverberation could suddenly be heard ahead just as night descended upon the prairie. Ascendwing suddenly began vibrating in resonance to something, emanating a flickering light. Roel’s pupils dilated as he quickly looked in the direction of the metallic reverberation.
He knew that resonance was a sign that Ascendwing had sensed the aura of its owner. Given that he hadn’t done anything, the short sword could only be resonating to its other owner.
Nora is nearby!
He soon noticed a speck of golden aura rising from the horizon. It shared the brilliance of the stars in the sky, compelling one’s admiration. However, that awe would only last for a second.
A searing arc suddenly tore through the darkness and rushed at him, emanating fiery heat reminiscent of divine flames. Roel found himself unable to react to it at all.
Too fast!
That attack was launched in less than a tenth of a second, a speed so fast that even transcendents struggled to cope with even with their superior reflexes.
At this point, it was no longer for Roel to take any evasive maneuver. Yet, he didn’t reveal the slightest hint of despair. It might be impossible for a human to react to the attack, but it was still lacking in the eyes of the gods.
“Making a move without a greeting? How rude.”
A delightful feminine chuckle sounded.
Roel’s mana started channeling on its own accord, creating a window where a fair hand reached out from the void to release the Witch Queen’s spell. The spell produced ripples that created folds in the space in front of Roel, causing the searing arc to refract and pass by Roel’s sides, crashing into the darkness behind him with a deafening explosion.
Thanks to Artasia’s help, Roel was able to survive the lethal blow. However, he didn’t celebrate just because of that. The familiar mana pulsation had already told him the identity of the assailant, and that was the worst-case scenario for him.
Staring at the distant horizon, he saw a young woman with unfurled light wings rising into the air as if she was the new sun. She emanated a divine aura not unlike that of a god seeking to cleanse the world.
Nora Xeclyde.
Their eyes met across a distance of a thousand meters. Roel felt a surge of coldness in his heart as he realized that the worst had happened.
Nora couldn’t recognize him anymore.
Even as she gazed upon Roel, her sapphire eyes remained hard and unfeeling. She was consumed by her divine instinct. Her aura was much stronger than before, but she wasn’t the same person as she was before. She no longer felt… human.
Am I too late? Has she fully undergone Seraphication?
Such a thought arose in Roel’s mind, plunging him into despair. He quickly forced himself to stay cool and think of other possibilities.
Holy Eminence John did mention that Seraphication was an irreversible process, but that was only if the individual had crossed a certain threshold. Till then, it would be possible to undo its effects. The only problem was that he had no way of telling whether Nora had crossed the threshold or not.
To be honest, he was afraid to know the answer to the question. However, for his own sake and Nora’s, he needed to verify it himself.
“Nora, it’s me. Roel. Don’t you remember me?”
“…”
Withstanding the immense pressure coming from above, Roel raised his head and asked with a hoarse and quivering voice. He stared intently at the angel in the sky, praying for a miracle to happen.
The moment he said his name, the woman in the sky visibly frowned and there was a slight change in her gaze. However, that momentary struggle of her human self was insufficient to overcome the suppression of her powerful bloodline. Her divine instinct swiftly vanquished her humanity, and she displayed renewed hostility toward Roel.
Holy flames began blazing silently on her body.
Roel could feel an indescribable pressure crushing down on him, heaping great stress on his body. The ancient gods from distant lands surfaced one after another to protect him, but instead of feeling fear, Roel was overjoyed instead.
There’s a reaction! She hasn’t passed the threshold yet!
The moment Roel saw the series of changes in Nora, a surge of relief gushed into his heart. He felt like there was a lump in his throat.
Nora’s struggling humanity might have appeared futile, but it represented a ray of hope. He wouldn’t give up as long as there was a sliver of hope, and he was determined to turn things around regardless of the cost.
Mana began rushing through Roel’s body as he simultaneously manifested Grandar, Peytra, and Artasia. It was a huge burden on him to summon all of his ancient gods at once, but he knew that this was the minimum he needed to do in order to deal with the current Nora.
That was apparent through the reactions of Grandar and the others.
The ancient gods didn’t stand domineeringly over the battlefield as they usually did. Faced with the expanding sphere of light in the sky, Peytra narrowed her sharp eyes, Artasia revealed a rare impassive expression, and Grandar silently gathered the bulk of his strength. The three of them knew that they were faced with a dangerous enemy.
Nora had already reached Origin Level 3—that was something Roel had confirmed from the very first attack. That usually wouldn’t have posed much of an issue to him since he had defeated a couple of Origin Level 2 transcendents to date.
The problem was that Nora’s Origin Level 3 was different from the others.
She was the most powerful female capture target in Eyes of the Chronicler; there was hardly any doubt about that. She was the inquisitor of light and the holy sword that severed sins. She was the chosen one that the world birthed after countless years. Now that she had transformed into a god, she was more dangerous than ever.
The danger instinct Roel had honed over the years was screaming at him to flee from here with the fastest speed possible, be it through the tension in his body or the persistent goosebumps on his arms. Even the Witch Queen chose to offer her advice.
“My hero, I know that you wish to save her, but I advise you to give up on that thought. That’s not just any angel…” she said with a rare grave expression.
“Go all out, or else we’ll perish here,” replied Roel determinedly.
Angels.
They were known as Sia’s aides in the ancient era, and they had always prided themselves as the Goddess’ Envoys. Many races viewed them with reverence. However, just like how different humans had vastly different degrees of talents, a hierarchy existed amongst the angels too.
The Xeclydes were the result of the angels’ hope to sustain their bloodline, so the Angel Bloodline they had inherited was naturally the most superior one. It granted them utmost power to survive no matter how chaotic the environment was.
Every member of the Xeclyde House wielded great latent potential. Their bloodline awakening was a journey for them to search for their own ‘roots’, to reconnect with their angel lineage in their own way and inherit its power. That was why every member of the Xeclyde House had a different power after awakening.
Holy Eminence John had inherited the bloodline from one of the Seven Archangels of the ancient era, making him an irrefutable powerhouse even amongst the Xeclydes. However, Nora, who had undergone Restoration of Primordial Bloodline, was in a much more special position.
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“Angel King.”
Peytra quietly murmured the origin of the young woman’s power, causing Roel to widen his eyes in astonishment.
In certain ways, Nora could be considered as a nascent form of a god, and she was also a Race Sovereign just like Peytra and the others. That was the reason why the three ancient gods were so wary about her.
Furthermore, in terms of attributes, the power of the angels was quite troublesome to deal with. Among the three ancient gods, only Grandar’s undead attribute could hope to curb it.
Roel’s face turned solemn as he came to understand how dire the situation he was in.
In the sky, Nora began to make her move. She gazed at Roel with glowing eyes before gracefully arching her body forward, as if she was leaning in for a tender kiss. But what came instead was terrifying killing intent.
Boom!
With a sonic boom, Nora pushed herself against the air and propelled herself forward with a furious outpour of mana toward her light wings. She descended like a falling comet toward Roel.
This unexpected maneuver caught Roel, Grandar, and the others by surprise.
Is she giving up her aerial advantage for a close-quarter fight?
After a brief moment of doubt, the Primordial Earth Goddess made use of this opportunity to unleash her power. She forcefully created an eruption between Roel and Nora, ricocheting huge shattered rocks into the sky as if an army of catapults. At the same time, she tightened her serpent body tightly together before bolting toward the descending comet.
The earth flames and massive stones had blocked Nora’s path of retreat while the Primordial Earth Goddess waited in front of her with her humongous mouth opened, ready to devour Nora alive.
However, the latter remained unfazed, choosing to neither decelerate nor avoid Peytra. In fact, she charged right into the World Serpent’s mouth.
“Hm?”
Peytra was surprised that she was able to devour Nora that easily. The Witch Queen also frowned in confusion as well. The two of them couldn’t understand why the enemy would voluntarily enter the Primordial Earth Goddess’ Body.
One must know that Peytra was the incarnation of the earth. It was impossible to destroy her from within. That was her authority as a god.
Yet, the ironclad rule revealed signs of collapsing the next moment.
A tinge of golden aura started glowing from Peytra’s body. From a weak flickering gleam, it swiftly permeated her body like a contagious disease. Cracks appeared all over the World Serpent’s body, and everything started crumbling with a loud explosion.
Boom!
“This is bad!”
The collapse of Peytra’s body alarmed the Witch Queen. She didn’t think that Nora would wield such terrifying assimilatory angelic power that allowed her to thoroughly invade a god’s body and break it down. Roel was also shocked as well. Years of battle experience made him cognizant of a fact.
I won’t be able to hold my ground against her.
The powers Nora had gained after undergoing Seraphication were Assimilation and Decimation.
That was the reason for the mutilated carcasses Roel had encountered along the way. Even without her personally making a move, all that came into contact with her mana would become pervaded by it before being decimated.
In the sky, the World Serpent that was split into two plummeted to the ground with a pained cry. The angel who broke out of its body unfurled her light wings and charged forward once more. At the same time, she began conjuring light arrows and unleashed them at Roel.
Grandar stepped forward to block the light arrows. He was able to counter the assimilatory nature of Nora’s mana thanks to his attribute of undead reanimation, thus allowing him to stand his ground for the time being.
With a furious roar that shook the night, Grandar released a huge burst of death aura and hurled it toward the falling angel with a powerful punch. The sheer might of the Giant Sovereign finally cracked the angel’s nonchalant expression as she opted to evade his attack.
This was the first time that Nora was forced to back away in the battle, but this small win meant nothing in the larger scale of things. After retreating to the sky, she raised her palm and summoned a flood of blinding light, turning the entire sky golden.
Her mana pulsated with incredible intensity as she channeled it down upon the Giant King. In response, Grandar gathered his death aura and unleashed it in the form of a punch.
The two forces clashed, producing a massive explosion that swiftly irradiated Tark Prairie, vanquishing the shadows of the night. All of the demonic beasts in the vicinity frantically escaped from the area, and the bloodthirsty deviants dared not to approach in the face of such frightening might.
It looked like both sides were equally matched at the moment, but Roel knew that the situation wasn’t optimistic.
Bit by bit, Grandar’s mana was being assimilated by the angelic power. A countdown was already placed on how much longer he could fight for. On top of that, Roel was also running low on his mana.
“My hero, allow me to kill her.”
Artasia turned to Roel and spoke with an earnest plea.
“It isn’t your fault. It’s impossible to save her from the Seraphication of the Angel King. At this rate, we’ll all die,” said the Witch Queen.
None of them had expected that Nora’s Seraphication would be tied to the Angel King. It was an unintended situation, as well as Nora’s own fate.
Countless transcendents had been destroyed by their own talents since the ancient era. Nora wasn’t the first, and she wouldn’t be the last either. It was understandable why Roel wanted to save her, but there was no point for him to give up his life in futility.
It was rare for Artasia to use conventional standards to construct an argument that few could refute, but Roel simply looked ahead of him quietly.
Is she really not worth me putting my life on the line for?
Time seemed to have stopped as such a doubt surfaced in Roel’s mind. He could keenly sense the overwhelming danger he was in as if someone was pressing a knife against his neck, but the thought of Nora’s lifeless corpse made him feel as if someone was ripping out his chest.
For the longest time, his goal had been to live on.
But what did it mean to truly live?
Was killing someone whom he cared for and living his life out in regret count as living? Would slaying the final hope of the Theocracy and spending the rest of his life watching the death of his brethren count as living?
He could survive if he chose to kill Nora, but he thought that it would be no different from being dead. He had a part to play in Nora’s Seraphication, and he strongly felt that he had to save her no matter what it took.
“Artasia, I forbid you to kill her. I won’t let anyone take her away.”
Under the brilliant light, Roel looked at the Witch Queen and spoke with a composed voice. His eyes glowed as brightly as candlelight, reflecting his unwavering determination.
“She’s not someone whom I can forsake. If it’s her fate to be destroyed by the Angel King, it’d be my fate to drag her back from his clutches!”
With Roel’s forceful words, the Crown Origin Attribute began glowing brightly amidst crackling lightning. His mana started to surge as he began walking forward.
“She’s only asleep. I’ll wake her up.”
