44. The Land Where Gods Resurrect, City of the Awakened Dragon (2)
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-Whirrrr.
Fernandez, struggling to keep his blurry vision from fading due to fatigue and pain, placed his hand on the crumbling scales of Abelesas. The remnants of the god within him throbbed.
He believed it was possible. He believed it would be possible. Fernandez slowly repeated this as he traced the Beastman’s form. The circuits of the Bronze Throne, pushed to their limits, could barely sustain a single thread of magical power.
Only one chance. A second attempt was impossible. Whether it was magic, stamina, or the situation—every indicator pointed to the worst.
“Just take her remains and evacuate.” Was it Faijashi’s voice or his own survival instinct whispering? He couldn’t tell. His hearing was already failing.
‘The body is expendable.’
Unlike in his previous life, death no longer threatened him now. Fatigue and pain were no longer a threat to his life.
-Thump.
What pulsed was either his heart or the remnants of the grand spell Guimerin had created below. His trembling hand drew symbols in the air. One stroke, then another.
As the Beastman’s form took shape, a black halo ignited behind his head. Flickering faintly, on the verge of extinguishing. Slowly. The meaning was [Substitution]. A basic magical theory term, an incantation to create something through magic.
In a trance-like state, he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing. His experience. His instincts summoned the magic on their own. His trembling hand moved without pause.
-Fwoosh.
The shadow cast by the halo expanded, taking the shape of a distinct crown. Pertas. In his previous life, he had been known by this epithet when using magic: Pertas of the Thorned Crown.
“My old friend.” In that moment, Fernandez absurdly wondered if, reborn, he could lead him again. They weren’t exactly close friends. In fact, they had been adversaries for longer.
This life will be different. Yes. If I can save anyone. If I can feel the hope that, by witnessing their salvation, I too can be saved.
“My son. If you could look at me again and breathe. If you could laugh, talk, eat, and drink while looking at me. If your life could be fulfilled. Unlike in my previous life, a world of nothing but battlefields and death, if I could show you a better world.”
“Then I would gladly step into hell with both feet and walk forward with a smile.”
Fernandez’s trembling hand traced the second Beastman’s form. [Construction]. Without pause, once more. [Loop]. Again. [God].
Ouroboros. The foolish legendary dragon that sought to devour its own tail. Fernandez’s magic slowly drew a circle, bringing the legend to life.
His hand trembled in the air, then stopped. Finally, his strength gave out. Fernandez’s body swayed, and his hand slowly fell.
At that moment, in his fading vision, a pale hand appeared and grasped his rough, wounded hand. Thin fingers intertwined with his as they traced the air. The cold touch jolted Fernandez’s hearing awake.
[You need only lead. I will follow.]
New magical energy seeped into the crumbling circuits of the Bronze Throne. Fernandez’s hand finally drew the last stroke. [Compass]. A compass pointing beyond legend, toward myth, to resurrect the god.
*
Guimerin’s Flagship. The floating palace of the Elven King on the sea. Now, more than half of it had sunk beneath the waves, below the original waterline. From the sanctuary deep within the ship’s core, light flowed.
The grand spell the Elven King had prepared for two millennia. The ritual that had consumed all his mental and magical strength was now destroyed, burning fiercely.
The spell stakes Fernandez had driven in blackened the magical formation as they burned.
[Substitution] [Construction] [Loop] [God] [Compass]
The five Beastman forms reacted to the spell stakes, and finally, the massive magical formation ignited completely—
The form of Ouroboros spiraled across the floor and burst forth.
*
There was no dramatic change, no sound, no light. With half-lidded eyes now fully open, Fernandez stood quietly.
The magic was complete. Abelesas, who had wrapped her wings around his body, slowly closed her eyes, feeling the power rising within her.
“It worked. Truly.” Abelesas felt Fernandez collapse against her shoulder. Her cold bones now sensed the warmth of the boy’s body.
How did such a small, fragile creature possess such will, such power? Humans had always been a marvel to Abelesas. With their weak, tiny bodies, they always created miracles.
[Rest easy, Fernandez. I will take care of what comes next.]
The remnants of the Elven god? No, these weren’t remnants. Weak and crumbling as they were, this was the god the Elves had once served. The Goddess of Mercy, ‘Melisildur’. One of the three Fates who guarded the World Tree.
During the Celestial War, Abelesas had also known this god. A rare deity among the non-human races who did not oppose humans.
A soft glow painted the deck white. An overwhelming presence filled the harbor of the City of the Awakened Dragon, centered on the tilted deck.
-Rumble…
A vibration erupted from Guimerin’s Flagship. Vampires, Elves, and even the humans watching the battle in the harbor trembled and bowed before the god’s descent.
At least 30 years since the Temple of the Gods had been sealed.
It’s been 2,000 years since the god of the elves disappeared. It was the moment when the faith of the elves, which had grown numb and cold since the Celestial War, was revived.
Abelesas felt the presence approaching before her eyes. A warm and comforting spirituality filled her heart.
[Hello, Melisildur. My old friend.]
[Welcome, Abelesas. My friend.]
[It’s a funny situation, isn’t it? Two dead beings laughing and chatting like this in the Material World.]
At her words, Melisildur seemed to laugh.
[My friend, Abelesas. Will you lend me your body for a moment? I have something to say to my children.]
[Gladly.]
Like Abelesas, Melisildur was also nearing the end of existence. The age of myths had come to an end. Surviving in this desolate Material World with a shattered spirituality, 2,000 years was far too long.
Abelesas’ eyes opened. Her eyes held a green flash. From her mouth, Melisildur’s voice echoed. Loudly, reaching the ears of everyone in the port.
[My children. I am your mother, and I was also your light.]
*
The pinnacle of elven swordsmanship is determined by a single duel. Leia hated that saying. What if you can’t defeat them in one strike? What if the enemy’s armor is thick, or their defenses are strong?
If one strike isn’t enough, then two. If two aren’t enough, then three. Thus, Leia always carried three swords.
-Clang!
Leia’s blade was blocked by Zigismund’s greatsword and bounced off. The powerful force made Zigismund step back, absorbing the shock. If one strike isn’t enough, then two.
-Clash!
Leia immediately dropped her sword and grabbed another. Her fingers lightly pressed the hilt of the longsword, and almost simultaneously, the blade shot out from the scabbard.
-Clang!!
Zigismund had no time to react and exposed his chest. His breastplate was roughly scratched and fell off. Fortunately, there was no wound on his flesh yet.
“You, wench!!”
As the enraged Zigismund raised his greatsword high, Leia dropped the sword in her hand again. Her hand reached for the last longsword on her sword belt. If two strikes aren’t enough, then three.
-Whoosh!
Zigismund’s greatsword came down above her head. The greatsword plunged towards her crown, the pressure pressing down on Leia.
Leia did not dodge. This was the moment of truth. Her last longsword. Her hand gripping the hilt tightened, and the scabbard shook violently. Her blood-stained cloak fluttered in the air.
-Slice.
There was no sound. Only the sensation. The trajectory of the blade brushed past Zigismund’s arms and exposed chest, then returned to the scabbard.
-Swish. Thud.
Leia exhaled deeply, sheathing her blade. At the same time—
-Crack.
Zigismund’s body split horizontally and scattered across the deck. His heavy full-body armor rolled noisily across the deck.
Zigismund’s death couldn’t change the tide of battle. Leia, already looking at the monsters climbing up, gripped her hilt tightly. Her wrist ached, and blood flowed from her palm. Her body, reaching its limit, was sending warnings.
There was no retreat. Leia bit her lip and thrust her sword towards the next monster. If she retreated here, there would be no future. She herself could flee inland and seek life, but what about the elves of the Guimerin Dynasty?
Her people? Leia had a royal duty. She had to be their role model. Even if it meant her own demise, she had to stand tall.
-Rumble.
For a moment, all battles at sea ceased. Everyone on this sea held their breath and looked at the sky.
In the dark night, where thick clouds had already covered the sky, blocking even the moonlight. Perhaps it was a naive belief that if a god were to descend, it would naturally come from above.
The vibration was coming from Guimerin’s flagship. After the vibration finally shook the entire Infermur, Leia unknowingly knelt.
They felt their god watching over them. The presence of the god pressed down on them. Elves and vampires alike. Feeling the presence of the god, they watched with reverence as the palace sank in the middle of the sea.
A divine light flickered on the deck. Not the blinding midday sun, but a warm twilight like the rising dawn was there.
Tears flowed down Leia’s cheeks. The god had returned. How long had all the elves waited for this moment? How long had they envisioned this moment? For the past 2,000 years, they had been orphans who lost their parents, nomads who lost their homes.
[My children.]
The god’s voice echoed.
[I am your mother, and I was also your light.]
Leia’s vision blurred. Strength drained from her exhausted body. In her ears, by her side, in her soul, the god was with her.
[Leia. Daughter of Guimerin. I have been watching over you.]
‘Ah, ah.’
Her god had always been with her! Even when she wandered alone in that rough, desolate, and dry inland, her god had been watching over her! Leia exhaled a breath of relief.
[My children. Save your people. This is my punishment for the sins tied to your bloodline.]
‘…?’
His Majesty, and my brother? As Leia raised her head, the voice spoke again.
[My death was the sin of Guimerin. That child was buried under his own deeds. Now, you must become the sole parent to your people.]
‘But Goddess, I… I… I have no power. I have no strength to defeat the enemies and save the bleeding people.’
[Your goddess has descended upon you, is that not enough basis for your reign?]
‘But those villains. The abyssal fiends, what about them?’
[You need only pray. If light is lacking, your goddess will become your light.]
The ancient dawn that illuminated the World Tree. The purest power that purifies all evil. In this era, the light of the mythical age, which no longer exists, engulfed the port in an instant—
It seemed as if the world had stopped at that moment.
“Melisildur’s dawn…”
Leia trembled and whispered.
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