novelonline Chapter 3759 Claire and Claire
Chapter 3759 Claire and Claire
Chapter 3759 Claire and Claire
"Reverse the erosion of the apocalypse? I'll rely on the power of moonlight?"
"As you ask," the brown-skinned girl asked, a mysterious smile spreading across her face.
"Is all you have just the moon?"
The figure gradually blurred in the crimson sunset, the wind and sand passing through its body. God asked Shad:
"That's all I have to say, and I believe you understand what I mean. So, do you still want the power to conceal the colors of twilight? Or perhaps, this power can offer some assistance to the witch who is traveling with you?"
Shad pressed the gold coin against his left chest:
"Since the fog cannot dispel the twilight, then this method is merely a false salvation. The moonlight, though sacred, cannot, at this moment, dispel the gloom of the setting sun. Yes, I understand what you are trying to tell me; I will, in my own way, make the twilight vanish in the final battle of destiny."
"I don't need the power of the mist. Please use your power to help the witch beside me," the platinum-blonde-haired witch said, still lost in confusion.
God agreed:
"Then please continue to watch Mr. Huan's play, which is not yet over."
But before Miss Mester disappeared, Shad asked again:
"Excuse me, was everything I've experienced on this island so far truly preordained by Mr. Huan?"
He gazed at the deity before sunset, while the brown-skinned girl's smile deepened, though her body had already become transparent before the sun set.
Would you prefer to watch an opera after knowing all the details of the story?
Outsiders don't like opera.
"I don't like it. Once you know everything, there's no fun in waiting for the unknown while sitting in the audience."
"Then why do you think that Mr. Tamaki, who is also sitting in the audience, would like those stories that he already anticipated?"
With a light laugh, Miss Mester disappeared into the sunset. Shad clutched the gold coin in his hand, feeling a sense of relief.
Are you so insecure about yourself?
"The gods of this world are simply too powerful, and that serpent said during the War of the Lustful Ones that it was Mr. Ring who arranged for its inevitable defeat, but now it seems..."
Xia De gazed at the setting sun:
"It is even less confident than I am. We are both worried that our fates have already been arranged by the ancient gods. Now I understand, but it probably doesn't."
Should we go find the witches?
"She" continued to inquire gently. Shad shook his head, turned and walked out of the twilight world, then drew his Butterfly Summoning Flute, intending to first find Grace and Helen to help:
"Since the gods have promised to help, I don't need to worry. I just don't know if Claire can seize this opportunity. Speaking of which, the appearance of the God of Mist is definitely not just because of this mist. Last time it was a dream, which could be understood as an illusion, but this time it is the real world."
So, which kind soul used the power of that ancient god? Did the followers of the Mist God also leave traces in the snowy mountains?
Meanwhile, Megan and Claire continued their journey through the thick fog, led by Ellie. Ellie would stop and start, sniffing the snow from time to time, which made Claire wonder if she had also inherited her "sensitive sense of smell" from Mia.
Miss Edwards and her companions had far greater senses than Claire. While Claire only felt that space and time had become abnormal, they could clearly sense that, led by Ellie, the group was walking on a tightrope above an abyss, and one wrong step could mean never finding their way out again.
Claire hadn't experienced the Battle of Vista Grove, but Audrey and Megan knew all too well how terrifying an out-of-control tree hollow could be. Fate, the fog, and the calamities of time compounded each other, and the Edwards sisters weren't really confident they could handle the situation before them.
After all, no matter how special Ellie's performance is, she is not a true chosen one, nor does she have the talent of time.
"Ang~"
The little unicorn let out a soft cry, turned its head, and stared wide-eyed at the two witches, but neither Claire nor Megan could understand what it was trying to say. So Ellie anxiously paced back and forth a few steps, and then, enveloped in pure white light, the barefoot girl in a white robe with light silver-gray eyes reappeared.
"Fly upwards, the way out is above."
Compared to the tall witches, the petite figure looked quite young. Claire and Megan exchanged a glance, then flew up with the girl.
The figure, seemingly an elf from a fairy tale, glowed faintly in the mist. Megan had many questions she wanted to ask her, but as she flew, she transformed back into a unicorn, forcing Megan to put her questions aside for the time being.
They landed on a high snow slope and continued walking through the fog, led by Ellie. No one appeared around them; the wind swirled snowflakes and sand through the fog, and the surrounding scenery seemed unchanged for a very long time.
Claire was initially tense, then pondered profound questions such as whether a humanoid unicorn could possess the rank of a Ring Sorcerer, and finally succumbed to deep exhaustion.
She didn't notice that a card in her pocket was glowing; it was only after a faint bell sound that she suddenly noticed something buried under the snow at her feet.
She brushed the snow away with her boots, and as the snow was cleared, her own face was revealed—a deathly pale face with her eyes closed. Like a withered rose, like a fine porcelain piece cracked, anyone who saw this face would be moved to tears.
But Claire suddenly wanted to laugh. This method was so crude; only an immature girl would be frightened by it. She hadn't intended to pay attention to the corpse at her feet, but she subconsciously squatted down and brushed away more snow, revealing the entire body buried in the snow.
Claire's smile vanished, for although the corpse before her had lost its warmth, it was unmistakably her own.
She could clearly sense that she was still alive, but for a few brief seconds when she hugged the corpse, her vision was no longer looking down at the corpse and the snow, but at herself being held and looking at a shocked person against the misty sky.
"Is this me?"
She asked her other self in her mind, but this time even "the other me" couldn't give a definite answer. Instead of carefully examining whether certain features on the corpse belonged to her, she checked the specific cause of death.
This was no easy feat, as there were no obvious wounds on the body, nor any signs of poisoning or a curse. Claire Reinhardt was not skilled at autopsies, especially when facing her own corpse; she found it difficult to remain calm.
"Could it be an instant death curse? But with the protection of the council, the chance of an instant death curse taking effect on me is less than one in ten thousand."
The more she examined the body, the more puzzled she became. After holding the corpse in a daze for a moment, she finally pulled it completely out of the snow. Regardless of how "she" died, the body should absolutely not be left here to be buried by the wind and snow.
So Claire picked up her own body and trudged forward through the increasingly fierce wind and snow.
The fog had dissipated at some point. Claire hadn't thought about where she was going; she only knew that she couldn't leave "her" in the snow-capped mountains, because there were many people waiting for "her" to return.
She had accepted her own death, but while carrying the body, she wondered why she had no companions and why her companions hadn't taken her body back.
"Was this corpse really that unpopular?"
At this moment, she didn't confuse herself with the corpse behind her. As she braved the wind and snow to walk towards the higher reaches of the snow-capped mountain, she still couldn't help but ask:
"How did you die?"
"Killed by Mr. Snake, who used the 'Destined Death' technique with the 'Arrow of Death'. Even as a witch, I cannot resist such power."
The corpse slumped over her shoulder answered, and Claire, carrying the corpse, couldn't help but gasp. She truly couldn't resist this power. Among the many great witches, only the Great Witch of Death, Flora, the thirteenth-ranked Speaker, Vanessa, and the Great Witch of Creation could withstand [Destined Death].
"But I don't understand why Mr. Snake would personally attack you? Although it sounds like I'm belittling myself, I'm just a minor character after all, and I probably won't even have the chance to meet Mr. Snake alone."
Knowing the cause of death, Claire wanted to know even more. She continued trudging through the snow, the corpse seemingly speaking in her ear:
"It was to protect Stella. Before the final battle, thanks to a friend's help, Stella became the first person to collect all three Rings of Fate. Mr. Serpent unexpectedly appeared after the end of Act V. Although he shouldn't have been able to directly attack the candidates, he somehow managed to bypass the restrictions, after all, the world order had collapsed too severely."
The five candidates scattered and fled. I left with Stella, but Mr. Snake still found me. I died, the clown escaped, the woman from the [Cult of Doom] fell into a permanent coma and never woke up, the priest from the [Order of Unity] was seriously injured, and Zarathustra from the [Association of Prophets] barely escaped thanks to the desperate protection of the church, the academy, and the association, but the association suffered heavy losses as a result; even one-fifth of the City of Time was erased from the map.”
Claire gasped again; just from her own description, she could imagine how horrific the situation must have been. She couldn't help feeling lucky that she had met Shad, and then she wondered why Shad didn't seem to be with her.
"Don't you have any powerful friends to help you? What about the friend who helped Stella collect all three rings? What about our council colleagues?"