Chapter 558
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Chapter 558: The Final Stele
“The Final Stele, also known as the Final Stone Tablet, is a powerful Ruin-level Relic derived from the mighty Outer God, The Final. It holds within it a fragment of the terrifying power that represents the end,” Nino introduced calmly, his voice steady yet impactful.
The room fell silent.
The Final Stele.
A Ruin-level Relic, a remnant of the Outer God Final End.
The members of the Babel Tower felt a collective chill. They all understood the terrifying power of the Outer Gods and the dangerous potential of a Ruin-level Relic.
“Hehe.”
The witch smiled faintly, her gaze fixed on Nino as if studying him.
Deep within her soul, Bai Yan, who lay dormant, felt an unexpected wave of excitement.
The young man speaking—the boy named Nino—and the girl with black hair standing beside him—they were his children.
It was undeniable.
Bai Yan felt the undeniable connection in his very core.
I have descendants now.
The realization struck him deeply.
He had never imagined there would be a day when he would call someone “his own.”
In that instant, Bai Yan felt his perspective shift. The connection, the bond—it felt as if destiny had gifted him something far more profound than a simple revelation.
For the first time, Bai Yan looked at the young Nino and Inas and felt something he had never experienced before: the instinctive love of a father. A sense of responsibility, unshakable and complete.
But this wasn’t the time to reveal himself.
Not yet.
Nino, unaware of the watchful eyes of his father, continued speaking, his tone measured and deliberate.
“As long as we find the Final Stele, we can free the Savior from nothingness and bring about His revival.”
“Where did you get this information?”
The question came from Nino’s sister, Inas.
Her sharp eyes bore into him, searching for answers. She was no stranger to Nino’s calm demeanor, but his lack of outward emotions often unnerved her.
Her brother had always been this way: quiet, unflinching, and impossible to read.
Yet, she had seen him cry once.
It was during the aftermath of a catastrophic Spawn attack in Annottales. Destruction had swept through the city, leaving countless casualties. Amid the devastation, Nino silently defeated one Spawn after another.
But when a small black cat was accidentally crushed underfoot during the chaos, Nino paused. For the first time, tears welled up in his eyes.
Inas had been perplexed. Later, when she asked him why, his response lingered in her mind.
“It was the last solid-colored black cat in the city. There are no others left—only this one.”
His words puzzled her.
Was her brother mourning the loss of something so small and fragile? Or was he grieving for the void left behind in their world?
Nino’s calm voice pulled her back to the present.
“I have my own sources of information,” he said.
“Are you sure the Final Stele can solve the problem?” Maryse asked, her voice filled with both curiosity and skepticism.
“I am certain,” Nino replied with conviction.
“Then where is it?” Maryse pressed, leaning forward.
“I don’t know.”
The simplicity of his answer stunned everyone.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Maryse demanded. “Didn’t you gather information about the Final Stele?”
Nino met her gaze with unwavering composure. “All I know is that the Final Stele possesses immense power—one of its abilities is to alter the progression of ‘finality.’ It can rewrite death and halt downfall.”
Aurora interjected, shaking her head. “If we don’t know where it is, what’s the point of talking about it? The multiverse is vast—it could take lifetimes to find it.”
“Somebody knows where it is,” Nino said, his voice steady.
“Who?” Alan asked, leaning closer.
“The Tower organization.”
The mention of the Tower organization silenced the room.
The Tower—an enigmatic, long-vanished group that had once clashed with the Babel Tower. A shadowy force tied to the worship of the God of Games.
Alan frowned. “How do you know the Tower knows about the Final Stele?”
Nino’s silence was deliberate, drawing their attention before he spoke.
“Because, before the God of Games disappeared, He gave two commands to the leader of the Tower organization, Solitary. One of those commands was to obtain the Final Stele.”
Maryse narrowed her eyes. “How do you know this?”
Nino tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “That, I cannot say. Only the Mind Empress can know.”
Maryse’s gaze softened, and she nodded. “I understand. I won’t tell anyone.”
The conversation shifted, but Bai Yan’s thoughts lingered on the revelations.
The Final Stele.
He had heard whispers of its power before. Even he, with all his strength and knowledge, had never been able to find it. Perhaps, just perhaps, Merete Chambers’ book held the answers.
[Merete Chambers, search your book.]
[Why should I?]
[Because I asked.]
Without further protest, Merete summoned her Ruin-level Relic, “Overflowing in the World, Recording Everything.”
The sight of the grand white book captivated everyone.
The pages fluttered, revealing the nature of the Final Stele:
“A Ruin-level Relic capable of controlling the progression of ‘Finality,’ granting an end or delaying it.”
Excitement surged through the room.
“This is the answer,” Maryse said, her determination renewed.
The witch Mora smiled slyly. “While the location of the Final Stele remains unknown… I happen to know where the Tower organization is.”
Alan’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Good. They’ve troubled us enough in the past. Now it’s time to turn the tables.”
Bai Yan watched the scene unfold, his mind adrift in memories.
It all felt so familiar—the faces, the emotions, the determination. The Babel Tower meetings always had a sense of purpose, a sense of family.
Yet something was missing.
Mu Ling wasn’t here. Nor was the Scarlet Moon.
And others…
The meetings were incomplete.
With a sigh, Bai Yan gazed into the unknown, where the Tower organization loomed.
Perhaps, this was destiny. A battle long overdue.
