Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic
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Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Their Story Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Their Story “No, this isn't right!”
The crazed Silver-Eyed One suddenly shouted, and Shard's eyes widened as the silver Light Blade almost flew out of his hand, but he was stopped by Miss Annette next to him:
“She will handle it.”
“Hatred only breeds more hatred!”
The Silver-Eyed One yelled, his once frail body now surprisingly robust as he shouted:
“If you kill me, you are merely passing on the hatred. Spare me, end this cycle of hatred, that is the true meaning of Balance. Since you represent Balance, you cannot walk the path of extremes.”
Miss Beyas put on a solemn face, looking very divine:
“I… Balance is dynamic, I am both Balance and a human. I just need to hover around that line rather than maintain absolute equilibrium.”
Shard looked at her with a smile, recalling the words he had once spoken on a rainy morning.
“Moreover, this notion that ‘hatred breeds hatred'…”
Lightning gathered in his hand, and his Ring of Fate completely fused with the Golden Scales above his head. The Brass Life Ring changed its hue towards gold amidst the wind and the pure daylight, not because Shard's Ring of Fate was temporarily colored gold by divine glimmer, but because its very material had altered.
The Ring of Fate transformed, assuming the form of the Golden Scales, and returned behind Miss Beyas, who was suspended beneath the tree:
“…only a lunatic would suddenly forgive you at this point.”
The Sunlight Gun shot straight down, and the Silver-Eyed One didn't even have time to cry out before his head was shattered by the thunderbolt. His entire head completely evaporated in the golden thunder, leaving only his two silver eyeballs rolling onto the ground.
The Silver-Eyed One had, until the very end, failed to use the Sublimation Incantation in a desperate attempt.
Brilliant gold burst forth around Miss Beyas, and the severely injured Miss Annette, struggling to stay steady, leaned on Shard to keep watching the scene.
The long-haired young girl who had sacrificed her left eye, suspended upside down beneath the tree, spread her arms wide. The Holy Bell at her waist twinkled, resonating with the massive golden scales behind her.
The pure white Light Pillar transitioned into a golden hue; the thirteen-light Poem Chapter Ritual Circle merged with the Balance behind it, and then a golden shockwave spread to the surroundings. This power, as if transcending through ancient times, was not of human origin. If previously there had been doubts about the thirteen Chosen Ones corresponding to the thirteen departed Ancient Gods, now Shard was wholly certain that the power of the Chosen Ones came directly from the Ancient Gods.
Fortunately, they were underground, and besides the three of them, everyone else was dead. Otherwise, this spectacle might have attracted many people.
After a while, the light gradually vanished, and Miss Beyas slowly descended from the air.
She landed on the ground, confused, and then cried out in pain, instinctively covering her still-bleeding left eye.
The resilient girl now showed a desire to cry. But seeing the corpse of the Silver-Eyed One beneath the tree, she still painfully stood up.
Turning to look at her two companions, having lost part of her vision, she could not immediately see them in the dim light.
Then, she was embraced.
Under the oddly glowing blue light above them, she was not hugged by one, but simultaneously by Miss Annette and Shard.
The seventeen-year-old girl did not embrace the necks of the two until that moment, bursting into tears. Maybe it was the long-held resentments dissipating, maybe it was having her great revenge, maybe it was the injustice and insecurity for losing an eye, or maybe it was purely from sobbing.
Shard was not the one to initiate the hug; it was Miss Annette who had dragged him over. He could smell the scent of blood, but he had already put his mind at ease because it was finally over.
“It's alright now, it's alright.”
Miss Annette gently patted her back, and although she too was in a bad state, she was still happy:
“Shard is still here, crying doesn't suit you.”
Miss Beyas immediately pushed them both away:
“Luviya, really.”
She addressed Miss Annette by name for the first time.
“Shard, look, that night on the carriage I chose to tell you everything, asking for your help, and indeed, it was the right choice.”
Miss Annette added, despite her pale face, still smiling brightly at Shard, joy in her purple eyes that Shard had never seen before:
“Finally, the first of The Chosen Ones appeared, and we succeeded. The prophecy was correct.”
Looking back at the brief weeks, although the time was short, for the three of them to be still alive and standing here was indeed not easy.
“Really, let's not talk about this now, I need to heal you first.”
Shard also smiled, extending his hand wanting to touch the water bottle.
“Shard, I knew it, my choice was indeed not wrong.”
Miss Annette clasped her hands behind her back, slightly embarrassed, smiling a bit, her short hair gently shaking. Then, she suddenly stretched out her arms, wrapping them around Shard's neck, stood on her toes, and kissed him voluntarily.
“You…”
Shard heard Miss Beyas's voice from the side and also felt his own subconscious desire to push Miss Annette away, but he couldn't do it.
Both their faces were dusty from a prolonged time underground of moving and fighting, but Shard still felt the softness of her lips.
In any world, this was the first time a girl had kissed him.
The kiss was very fast. Luviya Annette let go of Shard, her purple eyes looking at him, not embarrassed, still filled with a heartfelt smile:
“It means nothing else, just happiness. Shard, I'm truly very happy, really very happy.”
She had always been mature; yet, at that moment, she suddenly seemed like a young girl. It was an expression of relaxation after a heavy burden, at least that's what Shard thought.
“Um…”
Shard covered his lips, not knowing what to say. Of course, he was still very happy to be kissed by the girls.
The brown-haired Diviner then looked toward Miss Beyas:
“Shard, Iluna, no matter what the path ahead holds, the three of us, we must go on together. The thirteen chosen ones, the Poem Chapter of Fate, all of this is correct.”
She spoke softly, Shard nodded, Miss Beyas, already a Chosen One, also nodded.
Of course, she was somewhat displeased by the kiss Miss Annette had given Shard just now. But she also knew it was a spur-of-the-moment act from emotional turbulence, so she didn't say anything untimely. The girl was keeping her little thoughts to herself; she hadn't entirely figured out what she wanted yet.
Gathering her emotions, the one-eyed girl looked at Shard:
“After becoming The Chosen One, I also received some extra information. About The Chosen One, about our Era, about the Old Gods. So, the path ahead, no matter how rugged or bumpy, the three of us, we really must walk it together.”
Shard nodded again, released the hand covering his mouth:
“I am willing to witness all of this, until the end. No matter what, I will always walk by your sides.”
That was a heartfelt statement; although getting mixed into this was dangerous, the benefits were indeed substantial.
The tree canopy swayed, and in the blue glimmer of light, the three of them looked at each other. But soon Miss Beyas's pained cry, as she covered her left eye, disrupted the somewhat inexplicable atmosphere.
When taking a water bottle from his pocket, the Outlander suddenly understood that perhaps helping them was not just about wanting to gain some advantage.
[Then what else is it for?]
Her mood seemed to be very good now.
“I want to witness their story.”
He smiled.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated on N𝘰vgo.co
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