Chapter 578
Once again, Lilith fell even deeper.
As she tried to strike again with her Scythe, the dark Crystal symbolizing Asuka shattered with a bang.
The power weakened once again.
Deep down, I've forgotten so much. Why was I fighting here? I can't quite remember.
Rather, it's more like I don't want to think about those things anymore.
All that remained was the most fundamental obsession.
The Banyuan also lost another Feather Wing, leaving it with only one pair of wings.
Two more times.
Occasionally, echoes from this world would resonate, reminding them of their memories of Lilith, and showing them people who shouldn't have been there in those memories, now by Lilith's side.
Lilith couldn't understand the meaning of those images.
"Those memories, unexpectedly, were all very peaceful things."
"It's like a kite," said Banyuan.
The air is still cold, but memories have a slight warmth. If they can be recalled at this time, they are often the moments that leave a deep impression.
But what Lilith remembers now are just very ordinary moments.
And so they continued to fall, until their Feather Wing were no longer enough to fly, until they were completely broken.
Occasionally, Lilith would cry.
I can't remember the reason anymore, but even though she rarely cried, she must have cried after living for so long.
She always heard many sorrowful voices and many misfortunes, but she never told anyone about them.
There's nothing wrong with telling others, but what can I do when she's such a bored person?
The first scar, the first fall, the first time witnessing someone's death, seeing flowers bloom and wither, winter passing and spring arriving.
Even though I seem to have so much, there's still a strange feeling.
It feels like I'm the only person in the world.
When she was overwhelmed by the sounds of sorrow, regret, and loss, she seemed to lose her rationality all at once, becoming the embodiment of those regrets, filled with the desire to undo all the misfortune.
It was clearly the first time she had confided in someone.
But when she poured out her crazy wish, no one understood or listened to her anymore.
In situations like this, what should one think and say?
It seems very simple.
She would think, "I wish someone would hug me."
Anyone, even if there's only one person in the world, who can hear her voice, hear her cry, and respond with gentle words, that would be enough.
Even if she simply gazed at it all in silence.
She sat alone on the hillside under the cover of night, hugging her knees, her head bowed, burying her face in her hands.
Suddenly, she felt as if someone was approaching her.
When he raised his head in confusion, a tall, elegant, and beautiful girl with black hair and black eyes came into view with the sound of the wind.
She had a very gentle smile, a feeling that seemed somewhat familiar.
After she fully raised her head, the girl with cool skin but a warm embrace gently hugged her, her dark hair falling onto her body, as if it were gently touching her own.
It's both heavy and light.
It was cool at first, but then it felt warm.
"It's okay, I'm here."
The girl said softly.
It will always be there.
Lilith felt confused, yet also attached to and enamored with the embrace, so she gently leaned against the girl's shoulder and gradually began to feel sleepy.
It's strange, why would they come and hug me?
She didn't say a word.
The Wind Crystal have all disappeared.
In the end, all that remained for both of them was the Crystal of the Lunar.
The Overlord's power dwindled until, at its peak, only the power of a Demon King remained.
But if we're talking about the situation with the Banyuan, it's probably even worse.
The Banyuan could no longer even fly, and its final Crystal was the Lunar Attribute, which was the least familiar to it.
In the ensuing battle, Banyuan was completely unable to withstand the Overlord's attacks.
She was unilaterally defeated, and even though she was still struggling to fight back, she had already sustained numerous wounds, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was covered in injuries.
The Magic Gear became increasingly dilapidated, almost beyond repair.
But the Overlord's anger at this situation could not be quelled, and attacks rained down one after another.
Banyuan was severely injured and sent flying by the heavy attack. The violent impact almost shattered all the bones in her body, and blood kept flowing from the wounds all over her body, almost forming a pool of blood.
The girl coughed, her lips stained red with her own blood, and her pupils were somewhat dim.
The Overlord walked step by step toward the Banyuan.
They had lost track of how long they had been fighting like this. The Overlord's patience had gradually worn thin, turning into anger and confusion as to why the Banyuan still wouldn't give up.
Why continue?
"What can anything I've done so far convince me of?"
Lilith raised the Twilight Scythe once more.
This time, Banyuan had no strength left to resist. Her hands had already loosened their grip on the two Magic Sword due to exhaustion, and she could only raise her arms to try and block them.
The girl's voice was faint, hoarse, and barely audible.
"You..."
To be honest, their relationship has always been terrible.
I have absolutely no idea why it's so bad.
She seemed to be doing well when she was Lilith and Silver Feather.
But Kirishima Ai never saw Haihara as Lilith.
Haihara wouldn't Kirishima Ai for Silver Feather.
Otherwise, they wouldn't always speak with such cold and heartless words.
"Then... why was it me who was given life again in the end?"
"You've said goodbye to so many people, you've said you were used to it all along, and you've calmly stayed with me until the very end..."
"As a result, now, in this world, it's just you and me here."
Only Silver Feather and Lilith returned to this world once again.
The girl's voice was extremely calm, a calmness that seemed to pierce through blood and pain, making one feel that the world was utterly desolate.
Lilith's Scythe hesitated for a brief moment, then froze in mid-air.
The next instant—it fell again.
All was silent; darkness seemed to engulf everything, and the curtain was about to fall.
Just as she was about to fall again, Lilith felt someone grab her arm.
She was taken aback.
The scene before me has transformed into a memory.
The Scythe in Lilith's hand disappeared, replaced by her hand reaching out into the He Fang, as if to grab something, as if to hold onto something tightly.
Even though all I have now is emptiness.
But deep within Lilith's own tower, in this palace that breeds both hope and despair, lie the four Devil King Crystal that she has already collected.
They all emitted an alluring light.
The Miracle Stone, capable of granting all desires and possessing omnipotence.
All the world's wishes reside here, and all the world's regrets reside here.
She listened to everyone's regrets.
She heard everyone's cries and calls.
Those voices are saying: This world is so unfortunate, everything is so sad.
Why can't people possess all the happiness in the world?
Even if it's within reach?
Lilith wants to save everyone, even if those people don't need her salvation; at least, that's what she, in her madness, thinks.
Just like the Alchemist who first created the first Crystal through tragedy.
Lilith's eyes were drawn to the light of desire.
She possessed the greedy eyes of a snake.
She wanted to touch the forbidden Sage's Stone and embrace it all.
But in the end—someone grabbed her arm, preventing her from reaching out and touching them.
Lilith revealed a cold gaze as she looked behind her.
Please don't go any further down this wrong path; stop here.
She was a girl with white hair like winter and eyes as cold as frost.
A neutral, handsome face, perhaps more like a wolf, yet it inexplicably reminded Lilith of a snow-white puppy she had as a child.
She had never seen this person before.
"---How could we possibly stop here?"
This time, there was no more hesitation. Lilith's expression was cold as she indifferently shook off the white-haired girl's hand that was blocking her way.
A shadow enveloped her entire body.
Her once beautiful, deep purple eyes, like stars, are now just a cold, serpentine color.
Finally, gazing at the Witch who had sunk into the abyss of greed, her pure Feather Wing now stained with darkness, the white-haired girl wore a sorrowful expression.
A bizarre and incoherent dream, without any clear direction, has shattered once again.
In the end, the Lunar Crystal also disappeared.
Everything, everything, has vanished.
The mask used to conceal one's true feelings has vanished, along with the desires that were once hidden.
Only the things deepest in my heart remained.
The deepest part of Lilith's heart.
Deepest in their hearts.
What is that?
This time, the darkness was gone, leaving only a chilling feeling, but it was more than that.
Perhaps it was the cold.
The falling pure white snowflakes permeate the long, seemingly endless night, a desolate snowfield, a winter that seems to last forever. There are no other living beings, no noisy clamor, only a quiet, cold winter that seems to leave only one person in the world.
Time is endless, it will never end, there's no need to worry about the snow melting, but there's nothing else more worthy of attention.