"Ah, indeed you’ve lurked long enough; your ability to seize the opportunity is quite admirable. This ti, the story indeed belongs to your victory. Honestly, to see Helair exit like this and then watch you establish an Earthly Divine Kingdom is quite interesting..."
In the darkness, behind that headless figure, countless indistinguishable, diverse arms slowly stretched out, seeming to originate from vastly different living creatures or even existences.
Simultaneously, within the darkness, indistinguishable songs resonated accompanied by the dance of shadows.
Those indescribable horrifying arms seed to drag celestial bodies cloaked in darkness, sparkling with morning light from distant stars, but finally, the hand lifting the stars suddenly transford into the head of the angel with closed eyes, carefully, and slowly placed atop that headless body.
After a montary pause, the crown gifted by Fisher was placed upon the head stained with the golden Divine Blood of angels.
Helair’s head and body weren’t completely connected, with a grotesque gap remaining in between, yet Helair’s head seed to have co alive; without even opening her eyes, that familiar smile blossod once again, continuing the previous words.
"But, I’ve changed my mind."
"What... exactly are you?"
Pandora’s question wasn’t fully uttered before an intense electric light from Remiel beside her burst forth, shooting towards Helair ahead.
But that electric light penetrated the dense darkness through space, creating no movent, leaving only the endless sound of waves and the persistent darkness.
"What am I?"
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Held by countless indescribable arms behind her, Helair’s head slightly tilted, suddenly smiling back with a query,
"Pandora, why do you think the World Tree Tear from Destiny Loom you long for can grant you the consciousness of the Holy Object you desire? Why do you think that is?"
As her gentle voice echoed, before Helair’s head, fractures in space splintered open, reflected by different dinsions beyond, seemingly casting back a face.
The head elevated by thousands of arms seed akin to stars, morphing into the semblance of another black-haired elf in this mont.
With golden fragnted pupils, the black-haired elf bore an appearance nearly identical to Renie, adorned with silver earrings swaying on her elongated ears, once again dispersing the enticing aroma once lured Fisher countless tis within the darkness.
That is, Gui, the Third Son.
Gui’s form layered and embedded within Helair’s appearance, blending together distinctly.
Simultaneously, Gui’s voice and Helair’s voice resonated like music,
"Because, [I] was once born through the Weaver, so that little guy’s gift to the Creation Loom was imbued with my essence."
Could it be that the long-vanished Gui of the Tree Continent was also Helair?
When did the infiltration begin?
Yet whether Gui or Helair should have been creations personally crafted by demigods, right...
Beneath Pandora, black matter slowly covered the ground, and upon contact with it, they drew closer to the profound darkness.
Within that darkness, they seed to comprehend more.
They seed to see more that dwelled within the darkness.
Beyond Helair’s severed body in the darkness, a hidden, indescribable, seemingly distant and formless presence erged.
In that nearly omnipresent form, innurable arrangents of seemingly endless Authority glimred.
"Aren’t you curious why the Holy Land prohibits forging Gospel Relics using intelligent life as material?"
Under Helair’s continuous reminders, in that mont, Pandora seed to understand everything.
For she suddenly realized a question, in the configuration forming this world’s multitude of living creatures, from the Zeroth Rank humans to Demigod Rank beings, there exists sothing all creatures rarely aware of but innately possess.
That thing originates from the Spirit Realm, where the gods are unable to impose restrictions. Since the dawn of Creation, no legend has ever docunted their origin.
Perhaps even a god like Ramasitia couldn’t elucidate their origin, believing it to be a divine gift...
But now, Pandora has realized that this divine gift indeed has an origin.
This gift is the soul.
No matter if it is Gui or Helair, at the inception of their creation, their soul was drawn from the Spirit Realm!
"It seems you have figured it out, truly clever; back then, Heavenly Lock put great effort in selecting your souls."
"Originally, I planned to be an attentive audience mber, occasionally collaborating with you for interesting stories; it wouldn’t be devoid of enjoynt... But, who says I found sothing exceptionally precious..."
At that mont, whether Pandora or Remiel, both sensed the ocean within the darkness approaching from afar.
Yet, as powerful as they were, rely sensing the ocean approaching drove them towards madness, nearing self-destruction, let alone beholding the ocean’s true form...
Even if their consciousness had once originated from that ocean.
Their consciousness further drifted into chaos, accompanied by the once incomprehensible, seemingly ancient cosmic chants, they were gradually eroded away to beco aningless.
The songs... What are they singing?
[...]
[Across the light and dark of Taiyu, beyond the quick and slow of Xuyu, reaching the irrepressible Void]
[Just beyond the curtain cloaked in dinsions and universes, akin to the omnipresent audience beneath a grand stage]
[Upon the stage, from the black world transcending ti and imagination, infinite voices rise, desecrating, with grand significance, resonating through diverse civilizations and traces]
[Small, blind, dinsion-struggling, fragile living creatures; mighty, wise, world-overseeing Divine beings...]
[And their souls, they are that ocean]
At the mont that sound was captured, even Pandora, aware of True God’s secrets, could not restrain her whole body from trembling.
Simultaneously, Helair’s head, gradually linked by countless hands, reopened her blue and gold frayed pupils.
She raised a hand to adjust the crown recently placed atop her head, slightly crooked.
Then, her familiar smile unfolded again.
Behind her, hiding within the darkness, seemingly shrouded behind a deep curtain’s shadow, spoke concurrently with her,
"So before that, let’s return to the initial question..."
The question referred to is exactly what Pandora inquired at the beginning, about what Helair or Gui actually is?
"In terms you could comprehend here..."
Helair smilingly extended a hand towards Pandora and Remiel, half-consud by darkness, responding to them,
"I am Chaos."
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