Tangze Asuka trembled and lowered her head, only to see a slender dagger had already pierced through her back, straight through her abdon, revealing its blood-stained blade tip.
"Ha...ha..."
Tangze Asuka wanted to turn her head in disbelief, but her body uncontrollably sank to the ground. Margaret, the one behind this act, approached gently and locked her in an embrace, preventing her from imdiately collapsing.
Tangze Asuka couldn’t see Margaret’s expression at this mont, but she could feel her cold breath and words dancing by her ears, accompanied by the ringing and dizziness. She began to speak,
"Sorry, Asuka, if it were really for to return to my world, I would have let go... but, aren’t you curious why I allowed Chun to shelter so many natives in the Ideal Country?"
"Ma...Ma..."
Tangze Asuka’s lips quivered, a teardrop fell from her eye. The simple syllable she uttered might have been the beginning of Margaret’s na, perhaps.
"...Because I still need to resurrect my child, Matilda. The voice in my head showed the thod, a chance to redy my regret. My child... when she left this world, she was so small, so innocent... Do you know, in this world, every living creature possesses a very faint Life Authority within them, the source of life’s reproduction. When an individual dies, this authority is reclaid by death and flows back into this world...
"The instant sacrifice of thousands will provide enough authority for to form my poor child’s body, and the World Tree Tear can bring her consciousness... only by sacrificing Chun can we mother and daughter leave here..."
"Originally, I couldn’t control the Weaver of Destiny, I needed another to help . The weaver gave an answer, your Mr. Fisher possesses sothing that can assist . So, I initially sent Chun to kill him, to seize the item that could help control the weaver. Because the weaver couldn’t see the transferee, it was only after Chun failed in his assassination that I realized he had sothing that could help ...
"You should have known, the transferee’s blood... actually, it’s chaos residing in our lives that can help master chaos, that was how I assisted the Elf King in resisting death. Back then, I wanted Chun to kill you and bring you back, but he refused again. Later, you ca to the Ideal Country on your own, only because of my compassion for you, I wanted to leave this world with you. But you’re too young, worrying about this and that, not realizing how rare this opportunity is...
"True God’s weaver, neglected Death Goddess, the knowledge in my mind and the Mythical Species willing to be used by ... these conditions t are once in ten thousand years, if missed, there won’t be another chance. You’ve never had regrets, so of course you can have romance and ideals, but I can’t..."
Tangze Asuka didn’t reach for Margaret behind her, maybe she had no strength, or perhaps all her strength was used to turn her head,
"Ma..."
She looked back at Margaret in absolute disbelief, but faced only Margaret’s nearly crazy face, that visible chaos and mutterings seed shared, allowing Tangze Asuka to hear them clearly.
Those voices...
Tangze Asuka wanted to grasp Margaret, but her weak fingers only left a blood mark on Margaret’s now fully cold and indifferent face.
Ma...
Mom...
In the next instant, Tangze Asuka’s pupils lost their brilliance, as if the scene before her had darkened with the dagger’s penetration and the loss of life.
"Sorry, Asuka, since you disagree, I can only use your power that’s practically wasted within you."
The next second, Margaret abruptly withdrew the dagger from within Tangze Asuka, then no longer supported her, letting her fall into the pool like a corpse.
"Splash!"
With Tangze Asuka’s powerless descent into the black Abyss, a crimson hue began to spread in the pool’s waters, whether it was her blood or her life was unclear.
Margaret casually tossed the blood-stained dagger aside, then watched the increasingly vibrant golden glow of the blood-stained pool, her eyes also growing increasingly vibrant with the sa gold.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
"Matilda, my child..."
"It’s ti to go ho with , Matilda..."
At this mont, Margaret’s madness on her face finally blood without reserve, gazing at the World Tree Tear rising from the pool, seemingly infected by its na. Thinking of soon seeing her child, her tears were about to fall.
From the pool, the weaver that had already beco chaos-colored wriggled and gushed forth, like so organic life form, it devoured instantly, gradually rging with the wide-open-ard Margaret.
Beneath the stone tower, the pulled death threads snapped one by one, but the deathly aura did not dissipate, instead growing richer, spreading through the earth’s veins, marking all living creatures in the Ideal Country, most of whom were still in dreams.
"Rumble!"
With the conduction of a peculiar force, the whole of Ideal Country was enveloped in a fearso aura that frightened the Mythical Species.
Death, had arrived.
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