Chapter 678
In that place, the countless fragmented images coalesced into a single point of light, and within this vast, boundless space, there existed countless such points...
So immense that it only served to highlight one’s own powerlessness and insignificance.
**Chapter 346: The Terrifying Witch, Sha'er**
The once precarious state of her mind was rapidly deteriorating, and the points of light before her seemed to begin twisting.
Escape, leave a mark, be discovered, escape...
It felt like an endless, relentless nightmare cycle that left Salas gasping for breath. Each leap through the world line felt like it drained her to the last ounce of strength... treating every jump as if it were the final one.
But this time, her sense of weakness was even more pronounced.
The sensation of the world spinning around her returned, and the points of light began to whirl rapidly before her, like countless shooting stars circling around, each trailing a long tail.
All the shooting stars converged into a massive disc before her, which continued to expand, endlessly.
Lady Witch...
Since the Lady Witch's disappearance, following that great catastrophe, she had prayed countless times to the Lady Witch, yet had never received a single response.
Eventually, her habitual prayers faded from memory, the image of the witch blurred in her mind, and in the extreme pollution and exhaustion of her spirit, she even forgot the name.
Her consciousness gradually faded, and Salas began to lose her sense of existence...
Is it over...?
...
"Big sister, look! I healed it! It's alive again! Look!"
Before her stood a healthy child, around five or six years old, beaming as he held up a magical frog in front of her.
"That's wonderful, Nolan! You have the potential to become an immortal..."
In the scene, her own hand reached out, ruffling the boy's hair vigorously.
‘No...’
The image flickered, and in the next scene, a living corpse of a boy, his insides nearly hollowed out, with half an eyeball hanging outside, stood before her, grinning: "Sister, the God of Death gave me a new life..."
Her own self, kneeling with their parents before the priest who brought the boy, looked up and said in a voice filled with relief, "That's great! You can go to the Divine Realm now..."
‘Don’t...’
Everything before her twisted again, and in the next scene, she slowly lowered her head. The boy in her arms looked up with his single eye, asking in confusion, "Did Mom and Dad really go to the Divine Realm?"
"Of course, Nolan. I saw them step into the Gate of Eternity. They are waiting for us by the God of Death..."
‘Stop...’
The image flickered once more.
"What is this? Sister?"
A young man in priestly robes, with hollow, decayed eye sockets, looked at her with a chilling gaze.
She looked down at the silver rune stone in her hand and spoke hurriedly:
"Nolan, listen to me... the Gate of Eternity is a lie! He is using us... We can leave now, seek help from another deity..."
"You have betrayed the God of Death, betrayed immortality, Salas."
A dagger plunged into her heart, and darkness enveloped her once again.
In the dark, Salas gasped for breath, countless memories intertwining in her mind.
In the darkness, she saw the bloody and death-filled "Gate of Eternity," saw her brother, whom she had led to believe in the God of Death, aiming a dagger at her, and glimpsed that lightless dungeon.
And that silver rune stone...
Pain, resentment... these emotions occupied Salas's heart for a long time.
She did not resent her family's betrayal, nor did she blame the silver rune stone for unlocking her thoughts and revealing another possibility.
She only resented the God of Death, who exploited faith, slaughtering believers to harvest flesh and blood...
She began to pray day and night in the dungeon, hoping that one day the deity who had given her the rune stone would grant her new power, to save herself.
The scene twisted again, and the next moment, in the dim dungeon, the silver rune stone erupted with dazzling brilliance, and a blurred figure appeared before her.
The deity who had given her the silver rune stone had finally arrived.
This was the first time Salas felt a glimmer of hope after enduring countless days of suffering.
"Do you hate me? For waking you from the beautiful dream of faith..."
The ethereal voice of that figure seemed to linger in her ears, as if seeing through her pain and despair. She knew it was not the time to wallow in despair any longer.
She would make the God of Death pay, ensuring that others would no longer be harmed by faith.
Buzz
The scene before her tore apart again, the terrifying shadow of the dark worm overshadowing the sky, the God of Death's screams echoing throughout the city. That desperate glance made the trembling Salas feel an unprecedented sense of liberation.
Her hatred seemed to dissolve in that moment, but her obsession felt like it was just beginning.
Rip
The scene shifted again, as if a piece of paper had been torn apart, splitting down the middle to reveal a new image.
It was a desolate wasteland.
"Salas, you know what consequences this will bring. Why provoke a war between those two divine realms with a false history?"
A ghostly voice sounded beside her. She turned to see a little girl with golden hair, staring at her with an expressionless face.
"False deities do not deserve these seeds; they should be contained, no longer harming others..."
The golden-haired girl narrowed her emerald eyes slightly, pondering for a moment before speaking, "The Annihilation School, huh... But you seem a bit too obsessed with power... You put a lot of effort into your potion experiments. What do you want power for?"
"Or... do you want to go back in time and change something?"
Salas remained silent, her silence seeming to acknowledge something.
"Come with me, unless you don't want to grow stronger... You are the most talented one so far; perhaps the witch knew this when she chose..."
Witch...
The word surfaced in her memories, sending a jolt of pain through Salas's mind.
Lady Witch...
The fleeting memories of everything related to the witch flickered before her like a slideshow, finally freezing on the image that had started it all.
It was a dungeon, and she held the silver rune stone in her hand, beginning to pray.
The prayer was...
The witch's name was...
"Timebinder..."
Salas softly uttered the name.
In an instant, everything before her shattered.
All the points of light reappeared, but unlike before, there was a silver flame floating in the air, quietly burning.
Hmm? Who are you...
A girl's voice flickered from the silver flame.
I heard you call this name. The one you are pointing to is indeed me, but you seem a bit unfamiliar...
Salas's mind went blank; she had lost track of how long it had been since she had heard that voice.
This gentle voice seemed to awaken her long-buried memories, and all the vague figures of the "Timebinder" began to solidify.
A beautiful red-haired girl appeared in her memory.
"It’s me... Salas... Timebinder... my lady..."
Salas nearly exhausted all her mental strength to utter that word.
Is it you?
Can you come over? Come to me.
After those words, the silver flame began to rush toward one of the points of light.
That silver point of light grew larger, and the multi-dimensional world unfolded before Salas once more. Her spirit was on the verge of collapse, and without time to think, she used her last ounce of strength to reach out her finger toward the light.
Buzz
The silver light enveloped her again, and the storm of her spirit surged once more in her mind.
Until she regained her awareness of the surrounding environment, feeling the cool night breeze brushing against her...
"Cough, cough..."
The familiar sound of coughing echoed once more.
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