Chapter 313
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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.
