Chapter 210: Remnants of the Deity (Seven)
I stared blankly at the woman’s face, my eyes glazed over and my mind tangled in confusion.
She just said… what…
Mother God…?
The power of the Mother God…
Is she talking about the Mother God of Abundance?
Her power is… the Abyss? Chaotic Fire? Huh?
What’s going on here…
Did I… misunderstand… but the dancer did say so… she wouldn’t lie to me… but how could the Abyss…
My thoughts were a chaotic mess, feeling like I was grasping something significant, something crucial… What could it be that I should have thought of…?
“Silvya!”
The dancer’s call snapped me back to reality. She didn’t give me a chance to sort through my thoughts and struggled to say, “We… don’t have time…”
…We?
I suddenly came to my senses.
Noticing her icy grip on my arm, I pulled my hand free from her cold palm, instinctively retreating two steps, my brow furrowing deeply. “Don’t lump me in with you…”
Who are you calling “we,” you d*mn heretic…
But…
This really isn’t the time to consider these matters.
Though I felt disdain inside, I also understood the dancer’s judgment wasn’t without merit. She had regained some sanity, and her desperate words after sensing my chaotic power were not just a ploy for survival.
Her gaze informed me that she was telling the truth…
Despite being a full-on villain…
Compared to me, stumbling around blindly, ready to rush in with brute force, this woman seemed to know far more than I could imagine.
To truly address the current situation, save the Dragon, and stop the mad goddess from wreaking havoc on this world… if what she said was true, as I suspected… then I, knowing nothing, would undoubtedly need her help…
Thoughts whirlwhirled through my head, but in reality, only a second or two had passed.
I took a moment to steady myself, inhaled deeply, shook my head vigorously, shaking off the jumble of thoughts and calming the turmoil in my chest. Finally, I could focus and seriously confront the dancer’s face.
She was propped up by one hand while the other pressed against her chest, struggling to rise from the jagged rock floor, wisps of dead smoke escaping from her fingers protecting the wound, a faint hissing sound emanating from the injury as bl**d flowed from it, dyeing her bright red gown a dark brown.
The woman bit her chapped lip, as if suppressing a m*an, her beautiful features marred by evident pain.
Her wounds hadn’t healed…
Here, the power of infernal fire was nearly unusable, and I shouldn’t hit her too hard… she can’t d*e yet… at least not now… but I did punch her left lung; I had no idea if I’d injured her heart or lungs…
“Cough, cough…”
The dancer kept coughing, each fit spitting out mouthfuls of bl**d. She looked absolutely terrible, and just when I was panicking, thinking she’d soon be gone, suddenly, her bl**d-soaked body trembled lightly, and a faint golden light burst forth, gathering green sparkles toward the gaping bl**d hole in her chest.
Buzz—
The sound of a divine miracle reverberated through the air.
“Tsk.” I clicked my tongue.
…d*mn it.
She can perform miracles.
As the light surged towards her chest, the bleeding stopped. The dancer lowered her hand guarding her chest, and the bl**d-red hole’s flesh began to wriggle and heal rapidly, even faster than the recovery from the Abyss. Her power of faith wasn’t weak, rivaling Margaret’s in a sense.
But even as the wound healed, the chaotic power couldn’t be dispelled, and dead smoke continued to seep from her gradually recovering skin, corroding it as it fought against the golden glow. Through the gaping hole in her dress, one could clearly see the charred, decayed flesh beneath.
As long as I didn’t retract my power, even if she didn’t d*e, she could never fully recover…
It seems the power of miracles could be useful here.
Or perhaps only healing miracles?
These thoughts zipped through my mind, but I quickly cast them aside, just as the dancer said—time is of the essence.
“On the peak, there’s a dragon.”
I shifted my gaze from the dancer’s slightly pale face to the distant, trembling pinnacle. I quickly asked, “If I destroy that orb, can I save it?”
I had previously tried to use dead smoke to engulf that bl**d pearl, but it didn’t work; biting it didn’t work either. But according to the woman’s advice, I needed to use Chaotic Fire, the power of the black flames.
I didn’t know the principle behind it, but since she said so, I had to give it a shot. Aside from that, it seemed there were no other options—if there were, I wouldn’t be aware of them.
Though the power of the Abyss could be used here, it didn’t flow smoothly. When I had previously intimidated those fairies, I wasn’t using much power, far from reaching my limits, so I didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable. It wasn’t until I charged into the bl**d web, fully unleashing my chaotic power, that I suddenly sensed something weird…
It wasn’t pain, nor dizziness, but a strange feeling of “incompatibility,” as if the power that had long been a part of me suddenly became uncooperative, similar to a paralyzed person unable to control their limbs. This discomfort was something I had never experienced before, and it likely began the moment I set foot here for reasons unknown.
But in this state, facing that tumor bl**d web head-on was clearly impossible—I couldn’t give it my all; this world had too many limitations for me to fight off that disgusting thing.
I had to just follow the dancer’s advice and try it out…
“…A dragon?”
The dancer’s voice drifted over, sounding somewhat confused. “You want to save that dragon?”
“It’s my friend.”
I looked at her seriously. “Tell me, can I save it?”
“……”
The dancer fell silent for a moment.
“That isn’t a dragon.”
As she spoke, she spat out a mouthful of bl**d, her words clear yet weak, like a brook, “Perhaps it was long ago, but it isn’t now. That is the core that sustains this world’s operation, the true key to opening the so-called Land of Dragons. Its physical body has long turned to dust as a medium, the ancient deities transformed that Helavis White Dragon into the purest energy form, or perhaps, a spiritual essence. And its remains… are right beneath our feet.”
The dancer pointed delicately at the cracked rocks below.
“You… you mean…”
“I mean, just give it your all. As long as you stop the Goddess of Sin from breaking the seal, this world won’t completely collapse. That dragon has become the spiritual nexus of this world; countless dragon bones have turned to land, and the land does indeed make up its body. As long as this place doesn’t perish, your friend will never leave you.”
The dancer frowned, skepticism lurking in her gaze. “I don’t understand how you became… friends with that thing? There are too many mysteries about you, yet it seems you know even less. The hypocritical nonsense the church drilled into you, you didn’t appear to question any of it; you believe it all… Right now, you’re like a flower grown in a greenhouse, clueless about the harsh realities of this world, how cruel and powerless it truly is… It’s almost a deadlock.”
She paused.
“If we can both make it out alive today, Silvya, you’d want to uncover the answers to these questions too, right? I promise I will tell you everything I know, no holds barred. Regardless of whether you hate me or look down on me, please put aside those biases for a moment and talk with me.”
“……”
I looked at the woman’s grayish-white but solemn face, lips trembling, unable to spit out a “good” or “let’s do it,” or whatever else.
“Live and get out. Then we’ll talk.”
I left that line behind, no longer glancing at her, stepping into Moon Step and soaring into the air with blazing wings spread wide, rushing toward the distant mountain peak.
