The lord of the afterimage of the eyeball!

The ultimate One to which all things return!

“He” finally realized that the situation was out of his control!

“He” is roaring at the destination he is heading to, venting his anger and dissatisfaction!

Terrible pressure descended from the void.

The moment they heard this voice, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing had a feeling that “they would no longer exist” and “they should follow this voice and go back together”!

This pollution spans the universe, spans the long river of time, and spans the law of cause and effect!

Unstoppable!

Irresistible!

“What are you pretending to be?”

The roar was cut off by a cold snort, and the blonde goddess raised the sword upside down and landed between the two of them.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Is he mute?”

“You can’t yell?”

“Now I’ve discovered that there’s a change that’s beyond my expectations! Come out and give me a stern look! Yell and yell at me!”

“What were you doing earlier?”

“shut up!”

“Then–“

“Get out of our existence!”

——! ! !

Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing’s eyes widened at the same time.

They were actually back to back.

But they can see it.

They saw the golden-haired goddess who should be standing at the position with their backs to them – in the middle – in the time called “now” – as she raised the gorgeous sword high, the divine eye on the hilt shone with light, and suddenly, a new consciousness rose from behind them.

A terrifying realization.

A huge consciousness.

A consciousness that is no weaker than the enemy and is capable of competing with it with the support of the three of them.

It just rose up suddenly, suddenly gathering everything it had into the glowing blade.

That is the mother tree.

It is the sea of ​​time.

It is a mythical particle.

It is the blood soul of the heroic spirit.

All the elements that have existed or will exist in this period of light and shadow gather together at this moment.

Along with the weapons in front of them, and the shadows connected to them.

Everything is gathered into the sword blade.

They watched helplessly—

Watch it cut out a hazy trajectory in the void.

It’s clearly horizontal.

But straight to the past.

It’s clearly vertical.

But it leads to the future.

The past and the future are connected end to end.

Back and forth.

Melt into one.

Finally a perfect “circle” was formed.

Is this the answer?

All hearts no longer expect.

Is this the ending you ultimately desire?

I no longer think about the other consequences.

Just because of the source of the roar…

The source of the nightmare…

The originator of all the pain, blood and tears…

When they realized that the “circle” already existed.

Him.

Already unconsciously.

From this period of time.

Disappear from the life that has experienced this period…

Completely and cleanly dispersed…

Chapter 63: The Oath of the Twin Cities (Two in One)

Anyone who is used to sleeping can understand the vague feeling of waking up from a dream. It is like the world is divided into two parts, one is the not-so-good reality, and the other is the dreamland that one longs for.

Like every mortal who is afraid to face reality, Hitzfeld is unwilling to sort them out at this moment. She would rather have both of them exist at the same time, even if it only leaves her with a thought, than to cruelly abandon one of them.

Because she was afraid that what would disappear would be the story she hoped would actually happen.

This is also the story she has always dreamed of, and she hopes it is not just a dream.

“Mommy mommy–“

But her daughter’s call made her realize that she couldn’t sleep any more. At least she was already a mother and an elder. She had to play this role well by learning from her mother Laurel – she was no longer qualified to be willful like a child.

“mom!”

She opened her eyes and vaguely saw Emily Hitzfeld sitting on the quilt she was covered with. This little girl had black hair in braids that fell down her cheeks and in front of her chest. She was wearing a black-bottomed short-sleeved long dress with prints. She looked at her with a very resentful and dissatisfied look.

“You finally woke up!” The girl put her hands on her hips, then clasped her hands in front of her chest and raised her chin proudly.

“I’ve heard all about it—all that stuff!”

“A mythical great adventure… probably the only one of its kind!”

“Unbelievable! You didn’t even bring your lovely, alert, and most helpful assistant, the one you care about and trust the most – that is, me!”

“Tell me, Mom…” Her voice suddenly lowered, “How are you going to make it up to me?”

“So,” Hitzfeld squinted his eyes, trying to see his daughter’s outline while adjusting to the bright sunlight in the air, “it wasn’t a dream…?”

“of course not!”

“we won……?”

“From what Harwin’s sister described, the only possible outcome is ‘we won’.”

“Hawin…sister?”

“Oh, you’ve been sleeping! You really should wake up and see… Not only is Sister Harwin back, but the world has really changed!”

There was too much information to take in. Hitzfeld took a deep breath and then tried to sit up in bed, little by little.

Emily immediately stood up from the quilt upon seeing this. She originally wanted to get off the bed and stand on the ground, but when she saw her mother’s slow movements, she jumped to the inside of the bed and half-crouched on the mattress with her small body, trying her best to support her.

Hitzfeld was very happy that she had this thought. If she was not in a hurry to confirm something, she would definitely praise her well-behaved daughter, such as rubbing her head, hugging her, and comforting her a little.

But please understand her anxious mood at this moment. Although she knew it was not suitable to get out of bed and walk around after waking up from a dream, she still couldn’t help it. At least she asked her daughter to help pull up the pillow so that her upper body could sit up and observe the bedroom from a higher dimension.

At first glance, she discovered something that didn’t match her memory.

Waking up from sleep is reasonable… because the passage to the Temple of the Sacrificed, the “sealed land”, is hidden in the dreams of the descendants of Harwin. They started this war in the White Shadow Palace, and the way to start it was to watch Alwin fall asleep in the room.

So if she wakes up, according to the “Win” ending and Alwyn’s character, she should be in the White Shadow Palace now.

But this is not the White Shadow Palace.

Although Hitzfeld had not been to every corner and every room of the White Shadow Palace, she was sure of at least one thing, that is, the decoration style of the White Shadow Palace was not like this.

It was a palace that tended to be simple and elegant. The inner hall was constructed with a large amount of materials that were not very visually appealing, such as limestone, obsidian, and ironwood. The interior decoration was mainly warm, and even the stairs were paved with wooden boards.

And this room…

This room has white stone walls and ceiling.

The holy white, decorated with lines drawn with melted gold, the huge landscape paintings on the walls, the fireplace with dark wood handrails, and the arched door frame outlines in the inner room with an extremely “elven-like artistic style”…all of these indicate to a guest who has just woken up that the place she is staying at at this moment is definitely not any familiar place in her memory.

But is it really so?

Looking down, Hitzfeld stared at the red carpet extending outside the door, and a thought suddenly emerged in his mind: this is actually the Holy Oak Palace.

“Mother!?”

Not caring about Emily anymore, she threw back the quilt, got out of bed, staggered onto the windowsill, and threw most of her body into the light from outside. She tried hard to open her eyes, trying to confirm her guess.

At first, the light was too bright. Hitzfeld squinted and could only see some outlines.

But as she gradually adapted to the light, she couldn’t help but open her eyes wider and wider, and then kept asking herself in her heart: Am I still dreaming?

The first thing she saw through the huge arched window frame was a bustling harbor.

The deep blue sea reflected the sunlight, like a broken and floating blue jade. The bright light showed the familiar Wayne Pier, with cargo ships sailing in the harbor with sails or black smoke, just like the port in my memory.

But – where am I now?

This location should be diagonally opposite to Wayne Port, right?

The height is at least twenty floors…

Even Hollyoaks shouldn’t be in this location, what on earth is this –

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Hitzfeld, despite his weak body, lifted his legs and climbed up to the half-person-high windowsill, leaning half of his body out from the white jade-like stone platform, and was shocked once again.

Looking down, the complex and gorgeous white stone reliefs extend all the way into the mountain. The rocks below are hidden by lush green plants, but you can see a coastal street that is connected to the pier on the opposite bank in an arc shape.

There are city streets underneath?

Wait, this is not the city I am familiar with!

This is! The Hollyoaks Palace that was supposed to be lost in history? – No! Strictly speaking, it is Victoria Harbour?

Victoria Harbour reappeared?

And it was also merged with Wayne Port…?

“Don’t be surprised.”

A familiar voice came from behind.

“Just like the last disaster caused changes in the plates, some places even had a little more and a little less. Now that the world has been restored, it is necessary to redraw the map.”

“This means…”

Taking a deep breath, Hitzfeld didn’t care that he was only wearing a thin nightgown, and slowly turned his head to look at the person who came.

“I can understand it as… the world that was previously submerged in the dream world.”

“The world where countless myths and histories come from is the so-called surface world.”

“Has it returned and merged with the world I know?”

“Exactly.”