Chapter 383
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Chapter 383: Because, There Is Still Hope
“Plop!”
A pitch-black blade pierced through the void.
Death appeared, silently and swiftly.
Without warning, it stabbed into the neck of the red-haired knight, Garfield.
Her movements froze. The raging weapon in her hand hovered dangerously close to Aurora.
Terrifying lightning and fire scorched her face, leaving a horrifying scar in the blink of an eye.
Aurora stared in astonishment, unbothered by the pain searing her face.
Kaluoer appeared, magically materializing behind Garfield.
In that crucial moment, she struck—not with the most force, but with perfect precision, ending the heavily injured knight’s life.
Aurora’s body sent signals of excruciating pain. She felt herself on the verge of passing out, but she fought to stay conscious.
Perhaps it was this very pain that would allow her to witness Garfield’s final moments.
Garfield, once one of the few Aurora truly admired, was now at the end of his journey.
This was his final act.
Aurora’s mind raced with thoughts of “if.”
If Garfield hadn’t been gravely injured, if Kaluoer hadn’t vanished into the realm of mystical power, if Garfield hadn’t been so focused on Aurora, if his defenses had been stronger—
But the truth was, there was never room for “if.”
The assassin from the Potential Crown, Kaluoer, had executed what was once thought to be a near-impossible feat.
Normally, extraordinary beings from the Potential Crown could never defeat the Potential Apocalypse, but Kaluoer had done so, achieving what should only occur in extreme circumstances.
Perhaps, it was precisely because of being the “Hidden Azure” that this was possible.
This girl, who had only just begun to understand emotions, had become a nightmare for the weakly-defended humanoid enemies.
Her face showed no emotion as she slowly withdrew the blade that had pierced Garfield’s neck.
“Oops!”
Garfield’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood poured from his wound.
Aurora silently observed. No joy filled her heart, only sorrow.
She couldn’t find any happiness in a victory that came at such a cost.
Aurora knew she couldn’t blame her “Hidden Azure” companion, but she felt powerless.
The concept of “victory” felt hollow to her.
There was never an “if,” yet in her heart, she longed for one where no one had to be harmed.
Garfield fell to his knees, still clinging to life for a moment.
“I can’t…” His voice was barely coherent, blood streaming from the wound in his throat.
Kaluoer remained on guard, anticipating any last-ditch effort from Garfield. If her strike had missed, she would have retreated immediately.
But then, from Garfield’s torn throat came an inhuman wail, filled with anger. Trembling, he crushed a silver Rubik’s cube he had clutched in his hands.
And then, he collapsed, no longer moving.
The silver cube shattered mid-air, spinning and releasing “Tylors’ support.”
Aurora felt the earth tremble.
A terrifying, thunderous roar echoed from the sky.
Still gravely injured, Aurora lifted her head.
The Blood of Darkness coursed through her, slowly healing her wounds. She just needed time to continue the battle.
Who was this new enemy?
Kaluoer was silent, her assassin’s instinct leading her to disappear once again into the void.
Aurora, gazing at the sky, saw a new enemy descending.
The sky cracked open, revealing a monstrous creature.
Enormous white horns crowned its head, its vast blue-black body resembled a gigantic centipede, stretching nearly a kilometer long. Its back sported dazzling multicolored, thin wings, and hundreds of massive, hand-like limbs flailed wildly.
The Beast of Death emerged from the shattered sky, its myriad of eyes fixating on the world below.
Slowly, it descended, and from its mouth, terrifying black energy surged, condensing into a massive sphere that grew by the moment, as if ready to obliterate everything in its path.
Several of Aurora’s knights began to awaken from unconsciousness.
Judy, the black-haired female knight, looked up and saw the terror in the sky.
The winds howled, and the surrounding debris danced in a chaotic frenzy.
The energy within the Beast of Death’s mouth continued to gather, building toward an all-destroying force.
This strike could likely destroy the entire city.
“Are we all going to die?” Judy turned to look at her captain.
Aurora shook her head. “Are you scared?”
Judy hesitated, then laughed.
“No, I’m just… I feel, very honored.”
She had meant to say, “I’m just really sorry,” but she found herself laughing instead.
She realized there was no regret in her heart at all.
In the sky, the Beast of Death amassed the energy of “death,” preparing to unleash devastation.
The knights silently awaited the outcome.
Then, someone began singing.
The words of an old ballad, passed down through the Holy Light Kingdom for generations, filled the air:
“The silver full moon.”
“Caressing the green mountains.”
“Tip-toeing, I walked into your forest.”
“Adorable side face.”
“Lying on the summer grass, under the enchanting and dreamlike stars.”
“Silver tears fell to the earth.”
“The Butterfly in the Cocoon.”
“You have to go through seven transformations like a butterfly.”
“With a gentle shade of blue, it emerged from its cocoon.”
“Transform into a butterfly, soaring in the sky.”
“Shining with the brilliance of life.”
Aurora wasn’t sure if the Savior would resurrect her, but deep inside, she believed.
Even if she perished, the Savior of Babel Tower would never abandon this land.
The world, already in ruins, would eventually embrace new life.
A golden barrier appeared out of nowhere, stretching across the sky. It stood firm, holding back the impact of the dark energy.
Aurora and her companions were bathed in a golden light, as if chosen by the gods themselves.
The Tactical Cards activated—Protective Barrier and Power of the Gods.
The knights felt it: the divine power bestowed upon them.
A miracle was unfolding.
Aurora breathed deeply, the pain inside her fueling her determination.
“Oh, Savior of the Babel Tower!”
“I have received your magnificent will!”
She raised her hand high, conjuring a golden, gigantic spear. The knights stood by her, ready to act.
The Beast of Death, roaring with fury, continued to release its destructive energy, but it could not break through the protective barrier.
The knights, transformed into light, guided the golden spear upward, piercing the Beast of Death with divine might.
The great power permeated the creature, causing its limbs and bones to tremble.
“Roar!” the Beast howled, struggling in vain, unable to break free from the divine power.
“Boom!”
The sky exploded in a dazzling burst of colors. Streams of brilliant light rained down, and the battle reached its climactic end.
Amid the wreckage of the Beast of Death, Aurora, her armor in tatters, stood tall on a cliff with the knights beside her. They gazed silently toward the holy city below.
It was a city still filled with life, protected by Garfield for so long, despite the silent consent of the wicked Tylors.
But beyond the cliff, the land was blanketed in snow.
A heavy, all-encompassing snowfall covered everything, a harbinger of doom. The world would soon be swallowed by the white void.
The snow, even more terrifying than the Decaying Disaster, threatened to erase all life.
“The threat of the Tylors still exists,” Aurora said slowly, her voice filled with confidence and determination.
“Until now, our true enemy has not suffered the slightest harm.”
“But on the Continent of Zeuo, the situation has not improved.”
She knelt on one knee, her expression one of mourning and resolve.
“Today is not the end of our fight, but the beginning of a real battle.”
Suddenly, Kaluoer appeared beside them, holding a green stone.
“Hold it tight,” she instructed.
Aurora immediately recognized it. It was the key to a grand ceremony.
Without hesitation, she grasped the stone.
The ceremony began, drawing power from Aurora, weakening her further, but she never thought of letting go. She trusted her companion from Babel Tower.
And then, the miracle happened.
Green spring buds sprouted beneath her feet, and the surrounding snow slowly melted away.
The knights turned to see the transformation: spring colors sweeping across the land, reclaiming the vitality that had been lost.
Aurora, though exhausted, smiled.
This was only the beginning.
Because there is still hope.
Inside the Holy City, many knelt in prayer to the great Light God.
The people were uncertain—who would save them? Was it a god, or a human?
Then, the once “deceptive” prophet appeared among them, raising his wooden staff.
“The people on the Continent of Zeuo need saving!”
“The Holy Light Kingdom needs saving!”
The guards came rushing out, trying to capture the fleeing ones, but the prophet laughed wildly, vanishing before their eyes.
Meanwhile, in the distant city of Advancement, the great magician, “the mentor of progress,” returned.
“It was time,” he whispered, unleashing a powerful spell to restore the city.
“Follow the Savior and liberate this continent from the Tylors.”
Inside the Babel Tower, Bai Yan sat alone on the throne, bored, idly glancing at his phone.
“Game tip: The event ‘Liberate Zeuo’ has been completed.”
As expected, everything had gone according to plan.
They had used two Tactical Cards, but still received a perfect evaluation for the event.
Victory felt sweet, and the rewards were more than generous.
Bai Yan felt a surge of joy.
One thousand four hundred Source Energy Points! Eight Spirits of Revelation! Fifteen Awakening Souls!
Not bad at all.
He was ready to summon.
Five hundred Source Energy
Points would get him ten
cards. He had enough for thirty
summons.
After a brief moment of
thought, he decided to use five
hundred points from the “Fate”
pool.
The Sacred Runes were
important—within them lay the
power of the gods.
Bai Yan carefully touched the
“Destiny” pool and summoned.
After ten attempts and a
rebuild, only fragments
appeared—except one, the
witch’s fragment, which was
close to being fully extracted.
He couldn’t help but feel a
sense of gratitude.
“It’s time to say goodbye,” he
thought.
The witch would soon be part
of the Babel Tower.
Bai Yan sighed. “She never did
anything to hurt me.”
Then, he prepared for the next
summon.
He took a deep breath, hoping
this time it would pay off.
The first set of ten cards—let’s
see what happens!
