I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 557 557: Claudia's Last Prophecy

"Fine," I said." But mark my words again—one day, you will all co crawling back to . And when that day cos," all emotions vanished from my face. "I hope you rember the words you spoke today."

Without another glance, I turned on my heel and strode out of the room.

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Cleenah posed an excellent question.

But fortunately, I had an answer.

Victor was still there. Through him, I could find a way.

And as for the resurrection of Anna and Samara? I no longer needed Eden's Tree.

After all, I had another Tree at my disposal now.

I waited outside in silence, expecting Christina to be the first to leave. Instead, the door swung open, and Claudia stepped out.

I let out a quiet groan and turned my gaze away, hoping she would ignore , but Claudia strode directly toward . She stopped just in front of , her crimson eyes locked onto mine.

"What do you want?" I asked, not hiding my growing annoyance.

Claudia t my gaze with equal frost. "Leave Sancta Vedelia today."

I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"You heard ," she said. "Get out of Sancta Vedelia."

My eyes narrowed, and a short, bitter laugh escaped . "You hate that much?"

"I do," she said without hesitation, "but that's not the main reason I'm telling you to leave."

I scoffed. "Then what? You're that impatient? You can't even wait for a month? I'll be gone by then."

That was the sentence, after all—banishnt. I'd have to leave anyway. I could return to Celesta… or maybe not.

Charles Celesta had banned from there as well.

My fingers curled into tight fists, anger bubbling beneath my skin.

What the hell did I do wrong?

I killed a damn traitor. I gave people a chance to survive. I tried to help millions, and this was my reward?

"I received a prophecy a day ago. It was my last prophecy."

At that, my irritation dimd, replaced by wary curiosity. A prophecy. That ant it wasn't just so personal grudge—this was sothing bigger.

"What prophecy?" I asked, my tone shifting to sothing more serious.

Claudia didn't answer right away. Instead, she raised her hand toward , and a soft, white glow enveloped her fingers before shooting toward .

The mont the light touched , my vision blurred.

"...!"

The world around twisted, and suddenly, I wasn't standing outside anymore.

The stench of burning flesh filled my lungs, thick and suffocating. My ears rang with distant, agonized screams.

I blinked rapidly as images flashed before , one after another, each more horrifying than the last.

Central Vedelia lay in ruins.

Buildings had crumbled into piles of smoldering rubble. Bodies were scattered across the streets, their lifeless forms twisted in unnatural angles. Others lay charred beyond recognition, burned to re husks.

And then, amidst the devastation, my gaze caught sothing even worse—sothing unmistakable in my eyes.

Vysindra's Fire.

It devoured everything in sight, raging uncontrollably across the city, turning what remained into an unholy inferno.

People writhed on the ground, their bodies turned to crisps as the flas consud them. Others still burned, their tortured screams piercing the air frightening the others.

I froze.

This wasn't just destruction.

This was annihilation.

"W—What have you done…?"

A voice trembled. I turned toward the source and widened my eyes.

It was my mother.

She stood there, cradling an unconscious boy in her arms. He had white hair—just like mine though I couldn't make out his face. Was he younger or older? I had no idea but I could feel his faint mana similar to Alea and Kleines.

Beside her, Christina stood rigid, her lips trembling, her expression unreadable. Fear? Anguish? I couldn't tell. Around them, other figures lingered in the background, their faces blurred, yet all their gazes were fixed elsewhere.

My eyes followed theirs.

And then—I froze.

There, on the ground, was .

I stood, drenched in blood, my clothes torn and body battered. Deep cracks ran along my skin like shattered porcelain. Then, my arm crumbled, turning to dust before my eyes and Trinity Nihil in its grasp fell on the ground.

I watched as my own amber eyes now dark and hollow, stared back at them—at my mother, at Christina, at the silent onlookers. And then, ti advanced and I began to disappear. My body crumbled away, dissolving into nothingness.

I had died.

How?

Dread curled in my gut.

This ti, I looked better—less battered. Perhaps a mont before my death.

-Spurt!

A sharp pain blood in my chest. A sword—cold, rciless—had been driven through from behind.

I gasped, my vision tilting.

In front of , Celeste stood frozen, eyes wide in horror. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, her trembling hand reaching toward as tears spilled down her cheeks.

And then—darkness.

I was back.

A violent throb shot through my skull as I clutched my head, my breathing ragged. My chest ached—not just physically, but in a way I couldn't even begin to describe.

"You saw it, didn't you?"

Claudia's voice pulled from my haze.

"S–Saw what?" I said, still reeling from what I had just witnessed.

"You're going to die."

"...!"

"This is my Prophecy," she continued. "And your death… it's tied to Celeste."

"I… I'm going to die?"

The words tasted foreign on my tongue, yet I had already seen it. There was no denying it. This wasn't a re possibility—this was fate.

A prophecy.

And it felt real.

A wave of nausea struck inside as my body shivered. My face turned pale. I truly felt like I was drowning in sothing inevitable.

In death.

"The destruction of Central Vedelia. You stood amidst it, and your fire was responsible for it. Leave Sancta Vedelia right away."

"W–Wait," I gritted my teeth, trying to steady myself against the splitting headache. "There must be so way—"

"My prophecies have never failed," she interrupted. "The only possible way to avoid this outco is for you to leave Sancta Vedelia."

I clenched my fists. "What about Celeste?"

Claudia's expression darkened. "She is indirectly responsible for your death and the destruction of Central Vedelia. But only because of your presence. The farthest you stay away, the better it will be for everyone."

With that, she turned and walked away, her figure disappearing down the corridor.

I didn't stop her. I didn't call out.

I just stood there.

Why?

Was this truly my fate?

I had seen it—my own death. There was no room for doubt.

"Amael…"

A voice pulled from my thoughts.

I turned.

Christina stood there, her head lowered, her hands trembling at her sides.

I sohow forced myself to recover before speaking.

"Is she okay?" I asked about Alea.

"She is…" Christina hesitated.

Silence stretched between us. I couldn't even understand why it felt so heavy.

Then, in a barely audible whisper, she spoke.

"I saw Father."

I froze.

My breath caught in my throat.

I understood now.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Did he show you?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "Yes…"

I let out a slow breath. "Is your mother absent today because she's still recovering? Or… because she didn't want to co?"

Christina's eyes widened at my choice of words. "A–Amael!"

"Answer ," I asked.

She trembled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "N–No. She saw it too. Father showed her before he showed … and she—she's still trying to recover from it. She's hurting."

Hurt, huh?

I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

I inhaled sharply, forcing the next words out. "Do you… still see as your brother? Does she… still see as her son?"

"O–Of course!"

Christina stepped forward, grasping my shoulders. "Of course we do!!"

I raised my gaze.

The mont our eyes t, she flinched. Her whole body trembled, and she quickly pulled her hands away.

"W–We just need ti. We know it isn't you… you told us who you were but…" Her voice trembled, her face turning deathly pale. "We saw you—him—killing."

Her voice broke. She covered her mouth as if trying to suppress sothing—fear, grief, revulsion.

I said nothing.

Because what could I possibly say?

"Did I ever lie to you about , Christina?" I asked her seriously.

She flinched. "N–No…"

I let out a bitter chuckle, the kind that carried more pain than humor. "I told you everything—about my past life, about who I really am. If you had any doubts you could have asked whenever you wanted and I would have answered. I thought you accepted ."

"We did! I did! A-And we still do!" Christina's voice cracked.

I sighed, my gaze hardening. "Then why can't you even look in the eyes?"

She bit her lip, her fists clenching at her sides before she forced herself to et my gaze. Her eyes trembled, but she didn't look away. "Y–You're my brother…"

I looked at her for a long mont before stepping past her. "Take care of Alea." My voice was distant and might have sounded cold either because I chose it or because of Claudia's prophecy.

"A—Amael!!"

She called after , but I didn't stop. I didn't even turn back.

Without another word, I left Centra Vedelia.