NABC Chapter 661
Chapter 661
Chapter 661: Chapter 58 Aiwass: Was there just that scene?
Chapter 661: Chapter 58 Aiwass: Was there just that scene?
Upon hearing that voice, Isabel finally exhaled a sigh of relief, feeling the weight she had been bearing on her shoulders abruptly lighten.
...The death knell did not sound again; how wonderful.
As she watched the sunrise begin to brighten the sky, Isabel’s eyes momentarily became moist.
She did not know what dangers Aiwass had faced after their separation.
She couldn’t help him, and had she misunderstood Aiwass’s intentions or missed a signal, she might have caused the death of someone she cared for.
...
The sense of helplessness and tremendous pressure made her stomach feel as if it were being tightly clenched, and she would have vomited if she spoke any louder.
“...Huh?”
Isabel looked down, down at her hands becoming translucent.
They were crackling and trembling, blurring for a moment.
...So the dream had not immediately shattered and vanished this time?
Isabel too was surprised, and she looked up.
Shafiya, who had been keeping an eye on Isabel’s condition, noticed this as well.
“You are…”
Shafiya’s eyes widened as she looked at Isabel, and she quickly realized.
She smiled wryly, “So all of this was a dream…”
Indeed, wanting to see Isabel grow stronger...probably could only be experienced in a dream.
Realizing that the ritual was over and that there was no longer any need to keep her ascended identity a secret,
Isabel shook her head and said what she had long wanted to say, “Although I am an ascender, I am also Isabel.
However, I am an Isabel from another completely different world.
“In our world, Miss Meg didn’t die but became young again.
Grandmother wasn’t assassinated nor did she have a fallout with my teacher; she passed away peacefully.
Minister Drost died early, and I successfully inherited the throne and gained the approval of the Round Table Knights...
Avalon wasn’t attacked by the Star Antimony either...
or rather, we are the ones waging war against the Star Antimony.
“...I am truly sorry for deceiving your feelings.”@@@@
Isabel crossed her hands in front of her and bowed to apologize to Shafiya.
There had been no chance to do so during the ascension ritual before.
But now, as her body was gradually becoming transparent, she had the time to say goodbye and could finally speak these words.
But Shafiya didn’t blame Isabel.
Her gaze was incredibly tender and even a touch melancholic.
“How wonderful...compared to my situation, your world seems more like a dream,” she said.
Shafiya wasn’t concerned about Isabel deceiving her; instead, she gently patted Isabel’s head, brimming with satisfaction and sincerely remarked, “It doesn’t matter that I am a fake.
The disasters and tragedies being false...
that is truly a relief.
“By the way, Your Highness...
no, Your Majesty.
That is the proper address for you, right?”
She playfully winked at Isabel, “I wish you happiness—with Bishop Moriarty.”
Isabel instinctively wanted to reply with “I wish you happiness too,” but she quickly realized...
once the ritual ended, everything within this Dreamland would dissipate into nothingness.
Everything executed here, every ceremony, was real!
The moment he was battling with the emissaries under the Lord of Scalefeather’s command, he was directly sucked in.
“You——”
——You scale-stealing, feather-thieving mongrel!
As a high and mighty Pillar God, you stoop to ambushing an Angel Envoy of mine!
The curses in the Breaker of Sieges’s heart had not had the chance to be spoken.
A question lingered in the heart of the Breaker of Sieges.
...Was the Lord of Scalefeather so certain that Aiwass would use the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow?
And that he would alter it to draw him in?
After all those being elevated had left.
After an extremely brief delay, a white light lit up.
As miraculous as the bright light of day——
At this moment dawn had arrived, but that light shone even brighter than ten thousand suns.
The exceedingly blistering flames vaporized the rocks within a radius of several hundred meters almost instantly, transforming the roaring atmosphere into shockwaves that released outward in an instant.
Within the rolling flames, a small pitch-black mushroom cloud pulsed and rose.
——The shockwave accompanied by an earthquake roared towards them!
They were now near the Hall of Silver and Tin.
And this palace, devoured and controlled by the Flame Demon, was finally completely obliterated.
Even the lake where the Hall of Silver and Tin was located dried up, and the Gryphon Bridge also burst apart.
About one-fifth of the Red-White Queen District’s buildings were instantly shattered by the sweeping shockwave.
Because of the Flame Demon’s intimidation and the small number of combatants remaining here, they were all instantly killed by the shockwave that passed over them——even the indestructible Rune Colossus turned black and ceased to advance amidst the crackling of continuous explosions.
Immediately after came the searing storm that howled outward.
The naked eye could see the shockwave sweeping across all directions, causing large swathes of brick and stone buildings to burst.
The entire earth shook, undulating like trembling soft jelly.
——The next instant, the pitch-black mushroom cloud slowly rose.
Two rings of white smoke spread outward.
“Heh.”
That rough, hoarse voice reporting the end of the ceremony scoffed.
Finally, the entire fictitious world had completed its mission and shattered in an instant.
However, the Breaker of Sieges who died within it, her soul did not return to the Dream Realm.
All those being elevated were suddenly illuminated by a light——that was the pure white glow that burst forth as the world collapsed and disintegrated.
Including those who were already dead and those who were still alive, images in succession, continuously changing, appeared before the participants’ eyes:
A knight in silver armor roared atop a banquet, fighting to the death with those around him;
Facing the Defiant Flame Butterfly with overwhelming pressure, Sherlock showed no fear on his face as he stepped slowly away from those near him;
An old Ritualist raised a heart and a Ritual Dagger high, chanting in front of a coffin;
A ship taking flight and Gryphons descending crossed right in the middle of the newly risen sunrise;
An old Alchemist wearing strange glasses, clutching the Guardian’s waist, charged at a dense horde of Gargoyles while riding atop a Gryphon...
A lengthy delay passed before the last moving image appeared.
A pitch-black mushroom cloud slowly rose.
Aiwass’s eyes suddenly widened.
...Ah?
——Wait, was that scene just now?