"If you don't have money, you don't have money. Why make it sound so mysterious?" Seele bluntly exposed Fulisina.
"Ah... the most important thing in dealing with people is to be honest, Priestess, this is not good."
Having been given a lesson in reverse, Fulisina, out of pride, hid behind Ye Yan, still making a last-ditch effort. " Saintess..."
" Saintess and a priestess are pretty much the same; don't worry about such trivial matters," Ye Yan comforted her, but then added insult to Fulisina with his next sentence:
"You're right, Priest Fulisina."
"Well..."
Upon hearing these words, Fulisina turned ashen-faced and lost all her luster.
" Teacher Ye Yan, it seems your words have backfired."
"Right now we have no guides, nor any means of detection that can directly pinpoint the Stellaron... we can only proceed cautiously, step by step." Dan Heng analyzed the situation and looked at Ye Yan.
At this point, shouldn't we make a move?
"But there's no need to be pessimistic. The more polluted our realm, the closer we are to the root cause. All we need to do next is..."
"Leave it to me." Fulisina removed her hood, and a floating magic wand appeared in her palm without her noticing.
The staff shimmered with a liquid, star-silver sheen, its shaft constructed from two spiraling strands of mithril vines. Every inch of its texture was inlaid with pale blue stardust, leaving a comet-like trail of light as it moved.
The hourglass-shaped core, suspended at the top, has stardust falling at an extremely slow speed from its upper half. However, upon contact with the central dividing line, it transforms into colored light spots that flow back to the top, forming a perpetual closed loop.
Diamond-shaped runes slowly rotate around the hourglass, each facet reflecting a sharp white light. A translucent star trail extends from the tip of the staff, forming a Möbius strip composed of countless points of light connected end to end.
What's causing this sudden sense of oppression...?
On March 7th, she hid behind a star. The snow-covered plains in the north were already cold enough, but now they were bitterly cold.
When Ye Yan saw Fulisina conjure up a weapon, he felt a pang of embarrassment. He should have been more discreet when creating the weapon back then. A weapon directly bestowed upon him by the [ Eternity ] Aeon... how could it not have some prestige?
If Ye Yan could snatch the giant hammer from Qlipoth, its value would be enough to buy the Interastral Peace Corporation.
The moment Seele saw the staff, the purple scythe in her hand suddenly seemed less appealing; it just goes to show that there are differences between weapons.
"That power feels so familiar..."
Dan Heng frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.
The energy emanating from the magic wand is remarkably similar to the soap in the Chair's hand. Could it be... that the soap was also given by the [ Eternity ] Aeon?
Wow, does He really love taking baths? He even gives soap to His Emanator.
Wait, could that bar of soap Blake gave him earlier also be...?
As she pondered this, Fulisina's feet sank into the snow, her footprints emitting an indigo light, and the snowfield was instantly enveloped by an invisible giant hourglass.
Her five fingers swept across the snowflakes in the air, each snowflake transforming into a faceted icicle that rushed toward everything related to the Fragmentum. The Fragmentum Monsters were swallowed up by the tiny hourglass at the tip of the ice mirror the instant they touched it.
"Wow... that was such a cool move! Does it have a name?" Coming back to her senses, March 7th had become a little fangirl of Fulisina.
"The Eternal Corridor: The Twelvefold End of the Snow Country Rift." Fulisina revealed a confident and sunny smile.
"Such a long list of names, I'd better give up on that." March 7th gave up the idea of learning this skill.
What... just happened?
Before Seele could react, the scene before her eyes changed... but it didn't seem to change much. Apart from the disappearance of the Fragmentum's traces, the snowflakes drifting in the air had all turned into hourglass-shaped ice crystals.
"This represents a small token of the Church's sincerity; please accept it with a smile."
Since you're going to get Xing into the Church, as the Church High Priest... cough! as Saintess, how can you not show some sincerity?"
"Your Church is so sincere."
Last night in Rivet Town, Seele and Bronya heard Blake say that all the Fragmentum Monsters in the Underworld were to be cleansed, not only as a gift to the [ Eternity ] Aeon, but also as a gesture of goodwill from the Church of Eternity.
Such kindness must be widely praised around the world.
"Hmm... it seems you didn't clean it up properly." Ye Yan pointed to two afterimages that had suddenly appeared not far away.
March 7th looked in the direction Ye Yan was pointing and exclaimed, "That's Bronya! Wait, wait! And Cocolia too?!"
"Some kind of afterimage? It's some kind of energy residue copied from the Fragmentum..." Before Dan Heng could finish speaking, Seele ran over carrying her scythe.
For some reason, Xing felt a sense of foreboding. Just as she reached the afterimage, Bronya's voice reached everyone's ears.
"You still haven't told me where this is, Mother."
Cocolia's icy voice rang out. "Seven hundred years ago, this was the northern border of Belobog, and the ancient battlefield where Alisa Rand led the first Silvermane Guards to resist the Antimatter Legion."
"As for now... it's just an abandoned corridor, echoing with the remnants of the old world. Don't be fooled by this fragmented appearance, Bronya."
"When the promise is fulfilled... this ruin will become the cradle of a new world."
Bronya fell silent for a moment. "Mother, do you really believe the promise made by the [ Stellaron ]? It summoned the blizzard outside the walls, opened the gate to the Fragmentum, and [ Destruction ] our civilization."
Upon hearing the word " Destruction," the silver-haired elf's frosty earlobes trembled, releasing wisps of light, and she instantly became alert.
"Wait, wait, wait..." March 7th had already foreseen what was about to happen, but it was too late. She didn't know how to stop the remnants of the past that were born from the Fragmentum.
"The mistake our ancestors made was failing to embrace [ Destruction ] sooner."
In an instant, Fulisina felt everyone's eyes, except for Ye Yan's, focused on her.
"Hmm? There's something strange about your gazes...?"
Everyone knows the relationship between [ Eternity ] and [ Destruction ], so this Fragmentum Projection is directly attacking the Eternity Cultist face-to-face, probably because it might anger her.
"If she were to let such a trivial matter cause her emotional distress, she wouldn't have become the [ Eternity ] Emanator."
Ye Yan explained that as long as you don't distort the concept of " Eternity," even if you mention " Destruction " a few times, the Church won't hold a grudge against you. Being too petty would only make them seem narrow-minded, which is no different from a child's farce.
"You don't think I'm some stupid Blake, do you? Getting all worked up at the mere mention of [ Destruction ]."
Fulisina smiled dismissively. With her magnanimous heart, why would she bother with a mere guardian?
She took the milk tea Ye Yan offered and drank it by herself.
"Phew... My emotions have been on and off like a rollercoaster." March 7th's anxiety subsided; at least she wasn't angry, and peace is the most important thing.
"From the moment the extraterrestrial invaders arrived, this world was condemned to death. But the Stellaron... it gave us a glimmer of hope."
"Once its promise is fulfilled, Bronya... we will no longer have to spend our lives guarding a wasteland. You and I will witness a new world rise from the ruins."
A sudden burst of static interrupted the conversation, which should have ended, and it resumed.
"At that time, the meaningless ' Eternity ' will also be embraced by ' Destruction.'"
Click!
The milk tea cup in Fulisina's hand shattered with a crack.