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Chapter 609: The Shadow-Weaving Record of Lanchi and Shubelian (Part I)
Chapter 609: The Shadow-Weaving Record of Lanchi and Shubelian (Part I)
The violent interference response generated by the ninth-order magical power caused the entire shadow picture perspective to begin to tremble.
Originally, Kaliella still hoped that a great demon could wake up first and help her block the Fourth Ancestor Eduardo. Now, the situation had become extremely critical.
Moreover, Kaliella also perceived that the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses was more interested in capturing the little she-wolf than helping the Fourth Ancestor Eduardo blow up the Demon King's City.
A major war that would shake the entire Northern and Southern Continents was inevitable. The more the Blood Clan desired something, the more she had to keep it from them.
However, Kaliella, the Fallen Lord, couldn't find any promising Great Demons who could break free from the pleasures of their dreams at this moment.
The only thing she was sure of was that the little she-wolf was deeply trapped in her dream, and Gentle had allocated quite a bit of magical power to her.
But compared to the Radiant Demon by the little she-wolf's side, who was at the peak of the seventh order, it was but a drop in the ocean.
This made the Fallen Lord subconsciously glance at the Radiant Demon beside the little she-wolf, curious about the nature of her dreams.
In just an instant, the Fallen Lord found herself immersed in a brand-new world, with unstable ripples undulating through the surrounding space.
When the film projected by Lanchi and Shuberian lit up again, the scene was no longer that of the Regent's Hall in the Palace of Nicaris.
Kaliella, like a transparent ghost, stood beside a church.
The ever-changing sky of this world displayed a constantly shifting palette, from the soft pink-blue of dawn to the golden-red hues of dusk.
Regardless of the pace of time, the climate was always mild and pleasant, with sunlight filtering through the airy clouds and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers and fresh air.
And the owner of this dream world stood at the end of the church.
He was no longer the white-haired Radiant Devil in the palace, but a black-haired human youth in his thirties, full of vigor.
His hair was neatly combed, revealing his ears, and a faint light glinted off his earring.
The youth with black hair and green eyes stared around in a daze.
He was standing under the majestic dome of the Great St. Trick Cathedral in his hometown, the Honing Empire.
The statues and murals of the gods seemed to bring them down from the sky, silently blessing those below.
A sacred atmosphere permeated the air, and every artifact in the God-era style bore witness to time, juxtaposed with the pure white and pale golden flowers that lined the walls and archways, weaving a corridor of fantasy.
The young man seemed perplexed, unsure why he was standing here.
"Lanculos."
Until a light call sounded behind him, calling his name.
He turned around.
The various light and shadow drawings on the cross and the walls dozens of meters high, as well as the colorful glass windows, refracted the sunlight into countless light particles, gently scattering them on the platinum-colored petals.
A silver-haired woman was wearing a dress she would never usually wear, holding a bouquet of flowers.
A faint smile graced her face.
The thin skirt on her body was immaculate, and the light and luxurious skirt trailed gently on the carpet.
The platinum-colored flowers became even more gentle in the breeze, exuding a delicate and captivating fragrance.
At the end of the flower path.
She stood there.
"..."
He stared, transfixed, at the figure in the wedding dress, and then remained motionless.
This moment felt like eternity.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
She said with a smile.
It was only then that the black-haired youth realized that the church was already filled with people, and the rows of seats were occupied by friends and comrades-in-arms whom he had thought he would never see again.
The black-haired youth suddenly felt uneasy about speaking too much to the people in the church, fearing that he wouldn't be able to distinguish between dream and reality, and that this sweet moment would turn into another nightmare, causing him to lose this intense yet serene happiness once more.
It was so beautiful that he felt himself losing control.
"No, that's not right."
His lips quivered as he thought.
It seemed like a nightmare, a dream of a world where he was better off dead, a dream where his hometown, his family, and his friends no longer existed.
A wedding with Miss Witch?
He could no longer tell which was the dream and which was reality.
Sometimes, the impression of a dream could be so deep that it became hard to distinguish between actual memories and remnants of a night's fantasy.
In the end...
He felt his eyes sting, and his body seemed to act on its own as he rushed forward and hugged Miss Witch.
"I've missed you so much, and there's so much I want to tell you."
Ignoring the cheers and shouts of their friends and family in the church, he held her tightly and spoke to her.
No amount of noise could separate the two of them.
Even Kaliella, who was watching from the sidelines as a transparent ghost, could only sigh.
This church in their dreams would likely be a graveyard in reality.
Not a single person dear to the Radiant Demon survived.
It was no wonder he was so deeply immersed; he had nothing left in the real world.
But just as Kaliella was about to leave...
She paused.
Because she saw—
Miss Witch was first lost in thought, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on the young man's back.
Her smile was filled with affection, but also a hint of sadness and powerlessness.
"Wake up."
Miss Witch said reluctantly to the black-haired youth.
"Wh-what did you say?"
His voice was stiff, as if he understood something, yet understood nothing at all.
"This is a dream, a dream that you are destined to never realize yet cannot extricate yourself from. If you stay here, your soul will melt away."
Miss Witch whispered softly in his ear.
"No, no, that's even more impossible. If this is a dream designed to deceive and trap me, then why, why are you driving me away?"
He asked, his voice trembling.
"Even if I'm already dead, I will protect you as I promised."
Miss Witch continued, raising her hand to gently stroke his earring.
"Remember, Lanculos. In that deep autumn sixteen years ago..."
"Don't say it!"
Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, like a child refusing to get out of bed, wanting to linger for just one more second.
"Hmm..."
Miss Witch smiled helplessly, lowering her gaze. She never expected that the man she once thought invincible would fall so deeply into this illusionary magic.
But she remained patient.
They embraced like this for what felt like an eternity.
It seemed like a very long time, yet it also felt like only a fleeting moment.
Outside the projected image, in the starlit space...
Shubelian gazed at the screen, her face illuminated by the dim light and shadows of the projection. The voices of the Sun's Son and Miss Witch echoed through the space.
Shubelian became engrossed in the story, seemingly detached from the world, her eyes fixed on the figure of the young girl in the projection, a little lost in thought.
She knew that Miss Witch's simple words only made it harder for the Sun's Son, a man already entangled in a world of gentleness, to let go.
What he feared was not death or life, but the irreversible separation that loomed over them.
(End of Chapter)
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