Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1648 - 91: The Dark Epoch’s Pact (2)

Looking at that isolated and helpless core, pulsing slowly like a heart, the Artificial Angels on the scene rose with indescribable fear and unwillingness. Yet this could not stop Amorrenqin's actions. Like a ruthless executioner, he tore apart the core, scattering countless fragments and sparks. This act also announced the complete destruction of Dark Sun·Roux.

The world quieted down; those resistant Artificial Angels fell into a daze one by one, with many plunging into a complete silent state, like engines stalling and dying.

How pitiful and lamentable.

'How many more times must we bear such a cost...' As everything faded away, Tilan seemed to hear Cui Kalansi's low murmuring in memory.

...

After finishing the memory retrieval of Cui Kalansi, Tilan picked up the final crystal, this golden one symbolizing Hephaestymo. A peculiar sensation spread from his wrist to his entire body, familiar yet inexplicably repugnant.

His consciousness once again submerged into distant memories, countless scenes rushing towards him…

"You are called Helang, right?"

Before Tilan could adapt to the body within this memory, a pain emanated from his nose. He slowly supported his body up and lifted his head, finally seeing clearly the tall, violent child standing in front of him.

The other party looked no more than ten years old but was taller than himself, indicating that he must be in Helang's childhood.

"What kind of look is that? Are you planning to retaliate against me?" The other party mocked, grabbing his collar and delivering a kick to his stomach.

Severe cramping pain radiated from his abdomen. At this moment, she had no choice but to curl up on the ground, struggling and rolling.

"Get out of here, and don't bother us again next time." Having said that, the other party arrogantly left with a few peers.

...

Years later, a knocking at the door awakened Tilan. He glanced at the mirror; Helang now appeared to be in his early thirties. Putting on glasses gave him an air of a somewhat genteel scholar.

Opening the door, a pair of humble, bent figures pleaded to him, and even as time changed their appearance, from the outlines and features, he still recognized them as the boy he once bullied.

"What is it?" His voice calm, devoid of emotion.

"We implore you to lend us some money, for our child is…" It turned out their child had contracted a mutated strange disease that was particularly expensive to treat.

Since the chaos of the Fifth Epoch had begun, many planets and residential stars experienced pollution, viruses, radiation, and various mutations, frequently plaguing humanity with ailments.

With former adversaries now begging before him, he could take this chance to humiliate them, avenging his childhood pain and hatred. Moreover, he could be confident that they wouldn't dare resist, as they wanted to save their child.

Yet Helang held no such mood, merely looking coldly at them for a long while before contacting a senior he knew, who happened to be an expert in this medical field now.

"As for medical expenses, you needn't worry for the moment, but..." he paused.

"I hope he will be a good boy in the future." With that said, he closed the door, leaving them no room to thank him.

Years passed again; Helang had become a master of the Entomological School, confirmed as a core for the next generation, and was about to be transferred to another Star Domain for research.

"I am the child you saved all those years ago. Many thanks to Teacher Helang." A slightly chubby young man offered a bouquet to him with sincere nervousness.

Tilan noted the badge on his chest; it seemed this child later attended a decent university, a rare talent in the era of the Mechanical Council.

With a complex feeling of relief and surprise, the original him accepted the bouquet, glanced at the aging couple standing by the railing in the distance, and nodded slightly, thus closing the chapter of their past grudges.

'Although the beginning of the story is not joyful, perhaps it can still have a good ending.' Sitting by the window on the spaceship, Helang wrote this line in his diary.

...

How many years passed unknown, standing firmly in the Star Sea as the Black Sun, with another familiar figure by his side. In front of them spun a gigantic Star Nebula vortex, surrounded by blue and purple Light Sand, within which silver starlight twinkled.

"Fragments of the Sun."

"The Moon's Prayer."

"The Star's Miracle."

"Now all are ours." Hephaestymo's voice carried unimaginable ancientness, already separated from his human age by untold time.

"What do you plan to do, to end everything of the Fifth Epoch now and open a pure and unified era?" Cui Kalansi's voice rose beside his ear.

"No." Hephaestymo shook his head.

"It cannot start in our hands; doing so would only perpetuate error…"

"Sailian, Rönchi, Omoh... and many others are no longer here. To win and continue, we sacrificed so much to the point of complete distortion."

"With the approach of the Black Sun at the end, human civilization would have but one person left, the one who is the embodiment of divine will. The remainder, the Favored, would end up like many tools we use; they won't think, won't have opinions, and certainly cannot become a true civilization."

"If we open the next epoch, people would think of this as a worthy sacrifice, praising and celebrating it."

"We have started very badly, and this must not continue." His voice brimming with sigh.

"But you and I know the consequence of recklessly relinquishing power; if the future isn't in our control, who then will hold this power?"

"This is the darkness humanity must traverse, but whom the future is entrusted to, we must test." Hephaestymo spoke firmly.

"If someone could surmount numerous ordeals, reverse the storm, and defeat us, would you be willing to entrust this future to them?" Cui Kalansi asked once more.

"Do ugly insects really become butterflies once they emerge from their cocoons? Will they be the seventeen-year cicadas we waited for, or another darker moth?"

"Humans can't stay eternally unchanged, nor is everything they build necessarily better…" Cui Kalansi reiterated.

"Are you wavering me?"

Hephaestymo and Cui Kalansi, the two Black Suns, clashed and annihilated in the Star Sea, giving rise to innumerable tiny spatial rifts.

"I am not wavering you, just stating a fact. You are so convinced that all now is suffering and darkness, yet so sure the future will be better; on what basis is that truly? Or have you long grown weary, casting all into some void fantasy."

"Raging holds no meaning. You and I must eventually face the real issues."

...

"In that case, let us leave the opportunity for judgment to Him." In the end, the two reached a consensus and turned their attention back to the rotating Star Nebula vortex.

"Soul Shard from the Four Originals…"

Within the vortex, those transparent shards fit together, forming a gleaming soul.

"The spirituality slumbering in the Moon Throne…"

Azure and eerie purple glows converged on that blank soul.

"The agreement once made between humans and Loranshia…"

The swirling stars in the vortex aligned, forming a sky-like Eternal Covenant scroll.

"This is, the Black Book of Prophecies…"

"This is, both the last and the first story…"

Countless starlights twinkled on the covenant, composing resplendent words imprinted deep in the Sea of Aijieka. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"At last, at last…" Their eyes converged on the slowly falling blue-purple teardrop, this miracle carrying endless hopes, spirituality, and pledges.

"How will you name it, this child who will come as the ultimate judgment upon the world, determining whether to destroy the next epoch or inherit our path, or choose that imperfect world and extend it."

"I don't know…" Hephaestymo rarely felt a sense of relief and fatigue, already very old, this oldness manifesting in the wearing of the soul and the gradual loss of humanity.

"I see… then let me name it." Cui Kalansi finally spoke.

"With your name as the human side representative, and that of the great will of the Sea of Aijeika as the fate side representative, the two combined, a promised outcome."

"Hephaestymo—Loranshia, let's name it 'Hexia'."

"What do you think, isn't it a cute and beautiful name? Although Her Highness is cold and indifferent, with such a name, perhaps one might gain a bit of warmth and kindness from Him."

Seemingly receiving the final revelation, at that moment the condensed teardrop transformed into a blue-purple radiance, dissipating and spreading towards the entire Star Sea, drifting away only to reunite after millennia.