Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Gold Knight and Silver Knight

The female knight with short golden hair prayed silently, seeking a response from above. Yet, her heart was still clouded with anxiety.

Aurora remembered those days when she was a saint, offering countless prayers year after year, only to watch helplessly as despair consumed the earth. The world had transformed into a living hell.

Suddenly, a profound change overtook her.

Her soul seemed to ignite, and power surged through every corner of her being. It was as if a metamorphosis had begun, originating deep within her soul, enhancing her abilities with boundless energy.

This was the power of the final Spirit of Revelation.

Not long ago, the last Spirit of Revelation left by Bai Yan had elevated Aurora from a lower-ranked Crown to a middle-ranked Crown. According to the Continent of Zeuo, this rank was termed “Holy Rank – Middle Rank,” part of a hierarchical system encompassing Platinum, Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Iron beneath it. In many ways, the divisions felt “traditional.”

Aurora looked to the heavens.

“God? The Savior? Have You responded to me?”

For the first time, Aurora, known for her composure, was visibly astonished. A gentle smile spread across her face.

“I understand,” she whispered.

Rising slowly, Aurora turned to address the knights standing behind her.

“Everyone!”

Her voice rang out, filled with strength, anger, and resolve.

The knights froze, their gazes fixed on her, waiting for her words.

“For years, we have traveled to the farthest corners of this continent, seeking the source of the Decaying Disaster, only to come up short. We’ve lost comrades and saved countless innocents. And yes, I’ve made my share of mistakes.”

Her voice softened for a moment.

“But you… you have never abandoned me. Nor have you forsaken this world.”

Taking a deep breath, Aurora dropped to one knee before her comrades.

“I am eternally grateful to all of you. But gratitude is not enough.”

Her voice grew louder, brimming with passion.

“Today, I have felt the power of God—no, the power of the Savior! His will courses through me, and His strength has lifted me to new heights!”

She rose, her sword gleaming

in her hand.

“We will save the Continent of

Zeuo, our country, and our

people!”

The sincerity in Aurora’s voice

moves the knights deeply.

Despite the losses, the

hardships, and the uncertain

future Aurora painted, they

chose to believe in her.

Aurora turned her gaze

skyward. Snow fell softly

around them, the winter’s chill

clinging to their skin.

But spring was near—a season

of renewal and life.

The World of Noah: Annottales

Evie’s heart pounded, her

excitement nearly

overwhelming her. At long last,

she had reached her

destination—the place where

her sister was supposed to be.

This was the Fourteenth

District of Annottales,

blanketed in pure white snow.

But beneath the serene

exterior lay a festering decay.

The air was thick with an

unpleasant stench, and Evie’s

expression hardened.

Annottales, the continent’s

oldest city, was divided into

fifteen districts. While the

upper three districts housed

the affluent and noble, the

bottom three districts were

known as the slums.

In these slums, the Divine

Laws held little sway. Crimes

went unreported—or were

suppressed by corrupt priests

allied with criminal factions.

No one knew how many

people lived in the sprawling

slums, a kingdom of rot where

survival meant enduring

unspeakable horrors.

Evie stood before the “Old

Duck Tavern,” her figure

shrouded in a black robe. She

had defied the warnings of her

maid to come here alone,

driven by an unshakable

determination.

Inside, the tavern reeked of

decay. Drunken men, young prostitutes, and wary children were everywhere. The sight made Evie’s stomach churn, but she pushed forward.

At the entrance, two burly men

blocked her path.

“This is Evil Tiger Gang

territory. Got the wrong place,

kid?” one growled.

Evie’s voice was steady.

“I’m looking for Kaluoer. She’s

supposed to be working as a

cook here.”

Laughter erupted around her.

The bald bartender leaned

over, his grin mocking.

“A girl? Let’s see what you’re

hiding under that robe.”

Hands reached for her robe.

Evie smirked.

Her voice broke into song—a

melody so hauntingly beautiful

it froze everyone in place.

Slowly, one by one, the men

slumped to the ground, lost in

enchanted sleep.

When the last note faded, Evie

approached the bartender,

dagger in hand.

Without hesitation, she

stabbed his thigh.

“Where is she?”

The bartender howled in pain,

cursing and spitting threats.

Evie’s blade cut deeper, her

calm demeanor unshaken.

Minutes later, the bartender

broke, spilling everything he

knew.

But the truth shattered her.

Kaluoer wasn’t here.

Her sister wasn’t in this district

—or anywhere nearby.

Evie’s fury erupted. Her dagger

flashed, and the bartender’s

screams filled the air.

She left the tavern in a daze,

her hope reduced to ashes.

Kneeling in the snow, she cried

out her sister’s name.

“Kaluoer!”

Her voice echoed,

unanswered.

Then, a voice broke through

the cold.

“Sister?”

Evie froze.

Standing before her was a frail

old woman, her face wrinkled

and worn. But as the sunlight

reflected off her, the illusion

faded, revealing a young

woman with a cold, beautiful

face.

“Kaluoer…”

Tears welled in Evie’s eyes as

she rushed forward,

enveloping her sister in a fierce

embrace.

“I’ve finally found you. I won’t

let you go again.”

Kaluoer’s expression remained

blank.

As her sister clung to her, a

voice echoed in Kaluoer’s

mind.

[You have been chosen by fate,

Hidden Azure.]

The words stirred something

within her, but Kaluoer’s face

betrayed no emotion.

For now, she would follow.