Chapter 807: What is Fate
Chapter 807: What is Fate
"..."
Kneeling on the ground, Arona was unable to speak.
If it were anyone else, in a state of near-complete exhaustion of life and power, they might not even be able to gather the strength to look up and notice Lind's approach.
But Arona had been blessed with Clearsky's protection.
So, through Gentle Wind's message, the girl sensed Lind's presence.
Arona: 【Lord Lind, you're back?】
Lind: 【In the legends you've heard, there was a calamity during the founding of the Law Capital, and you know how it ended, right?】
Arona: 【Since I've returned here, I'm willing to bear this fate.】
Lind: 【Fate? What do you think fate is?】
Arona: 【It's like how you, Lord Lind, gave the seeds of Golden Sparrow Grass to the First King. It's a predetermined path of destiny.】
Lind: 【So, in the legends—it was you who sacrificed your life to preserve the first spark of the Law Capital.】
Arona: 【I feel joy and fulfillment in this.】
Arona: 【I must have embarked on this path of faith for this very moment...】
"In this world, nothing is predetermined. No one is born into this world for the sake of sacrifice or self-sacrifice. As for fate, you'll see what it truly is."
Outside the friends' channel, in reality.
Lind's voice rang out firmly, interrupting Arona's inner monologue.
Around the village, a light barrier formed by the girl's faith power began to flicker.
As soon as her allies arrived, her nearly depleted essence and inner strength would dissipate along with her life.
...
Arona's physical body felt numb.
But at this moment, she felt her head being lifted up.
"?"
Then the girl realized what had happened.
Her chin was pinched, and her powerless mouth opened naturally. A cool liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach.
"What... is this?"
Gentle Wind conveyed the surroundings to the girl's heart.
But soon, unlike any other time, the world in her eyes was filled with color. The world, rich in detail, was so overwhelming to Arona, who was seeing things for the first time, that she couldn't help but close her eyes.
Then, she tried to open her eyes again.
Like a newly hatched chick, she was eager to discover everything around her.
—Her eyes could see.
And unlike Clearsky's protection, this was her physical eyes, helping Arona see the world in its entirety.
In just a few seconds.
The girl's extremely weak body felt as if it had gone through a rebirth.
She gained a completely healthy body, free from any hidden ailments!
【Potion: Meat Reconstitution Potion】
【After drinking this potion, the drinker's body will be immediately cleansed of diseases and negative effects, and broken limbs will be reconstructed, restoring the body to a complete state. This potion cannot restore essence or save those on the brink of death.】
【A valuable body restoration potion, of higher value.】
...
After a night of feasting, running around, and battles.
Until now.
The eastern sky had just cast a faint glimmer of dawn.
The objects in Arona's eyes gradually stabilized, and in that faint light, she saw a blurred figure.
Gentle Wind had described this person countless times:
"Lind..."
Lind spoke calmly to Arona:
"But at least in front of my eyes, facing a friend who is about to die, I will definitely lend a helping hand.
Arona blinked, her eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation. As the light in her pupils stabilized, she became tense, realizing the implications of what she had just witnessed.
"This shouldn't be happening!" she exclaimed. "According to historical records, I was supposed to die here. If the future is no longer the same, then..."
Lindsey, who had been crouching in front of Arona, stood up abruptly at her words.
"Huh?" he asked, taken aback by her sudden outburst.
The once 'Blind' girl was now speechless, moved by an inexplicable aura emanating from the man before her.
Lindsey's voice echoed again, "You believe in them and are willing to sacrifice your life to uphold the so-called historical trajectory."
"Now, Arona, I ask you," he continued, "the Righteous Ones you worship, regardless of the will they hold in their hearts, when faced with such an opportunity—would they choose to silently sacrifice themselves and submit to fate like you, or bravely forge ahead, creating the reality they desire?"
Arona froze, her mind racing.
If Lindsey had approached her with a didactic tone, urging her to defy destiny, Arona would have likely given up without a second thought. She might have even followed the narrative of the legend and attempted suicide again.
But Lindsey's words took a different path.
He brought up the Righteous Ones, the very beings Arona worshipped.
He asked what choices they would make when faced with such a situation.
Countless familiar names flashed through Arona's mind, like a bolt of lightning awakening her.
The objects of her faith, when confronted with this dilemma, would undoubtedly choose to forge ahead courageously. Yet, as a believer, her persistent attitude seemed to inherently deny her own faith.
Arona remained silent, her thoughts in turmoil.
"Since you've figured it out, I won't say more," Lindsey said, sensing her inner change.
For the first time, Arona had eyes. They were the windows to her soul.
Her inner transformation was immediately reflected in her eyes, making it impossible to hide her emotions.
Lindsey, understanding her change, smiled. "I see. Then rest here and recover."
"Your destiny is in your hands. As for me, I have things I want to do."
Lindsey turned his attention to the village.
The wall of faith was weakening, but this didn't mean the Deviator's technique was gaining the upper hand. The Corrupting Poison that had enveloped the village was also losing its potency, no longer supported by its original power source.
As Lindsey rescued Arona, Ben burst forth with unstoppable momentum. The power of will covered the land, and he forcibly pulled the Deviator out from the flesh and blood that had engulfed the village.
At that moment, the future King of the Righteous Ones stepped forward, pinning the Deviator beneath his right foot.
A white blade, glinting with a chilling light, hovered above the enemy's throat.
The Righteous One's killing intent surged from his will, commanding an overwhelming presence that stifled any thought of resistance. His voice, deep and resonant, echoed with authority, "If it's just about me, I can handle any means, but you had to go and do something so despicable."
"Your goal is not just about me!"
"Talk! Why destroy this village? What are you after?"
(End of Chapter)
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