CHAPTER 376: CHAPTER 198: YE OF DESTINY’S ADVENT (2-IN-1) (PART 2)

"You talk as if you, Student Shiayar, truly possess such great ambition."

Enola rolled her beautiful sky-blue eyes at Shiayar.

If it were someone else, they might really be captivated by Shiayar’s bold words.

But Enola knew all too well that Shiayar’s personality was actually more easy-going and laid-back than people imagined.

If it weren’t for the fact that those evil cults always intercepted Shiayar, he would most likely pretend nothing happened even if he knew the evil followers were before him.

The words by Shiayar, "How can one settle a home when the Huns are still around," and the hidden reason behind them were also clear to Enola.

After all, when Shiayar was studying at the Black Tower, she was always by his side.

That Golden Elf was also her teacher.

"Ultimately, the one you’re worried about is still Teacher Hathaway."

"But indeed..."

"If you could remain calm enough to marry me, or Miss Silvia, or even Empress Isadella given Teacher Hathaway’s current situation, then you wouldn’t be you."

She sat up from Shiayar’s embrace, the laziness from a moment ago disappearing entirely.

Enola gazed directly into Shiayar’s eyes with her sky-blue eyes: "Today you finally have some spare time, are you preparing to re-enter the Echo of History?"

From her deep understanding of Shiayar, Enola knew beyond a doubt.

The only explanation for Shiayar staying cooped up in the data library and meditation room for months without going out yet taking a rare moment to snuggle with her—

The only explanation was that he was ready.

Ready to enter the First Era once again.

This half-day of leisure, rather than relaxation, was more like Shiayar’s farewell before departure.

"Yes."

Shiayar nodded.

He knew that with the rapport between him and Enola, no matter what he was thinking, he couldn’t hide it from this young woman before him.

"Do you want me to inform Miss Silvia and Empress Isadella?"

"No need, all preparations have been made, and they cannot follow into the Echo of History; speaking of it would only cause them unnecessary worry."

"Cannot follow—"

Enola’s words paused slightly.

She caught the crucial information from Shiayar’s statement with keen insight.

"So, even Empress Isadella’s Sacred Sword cannot aid you in the First Era?"

"Yes."

Shiayar nodded: "Her Majesty’s Sacred Sword is a Sacred Relic born with the mission to save the world; it possesses an unparalleled special attack attribute against all things broadly defined as ’anti-order,’ ’enemy of justice,’ and evil."

"However, what I’m facing this time is not evil in the broader sense—"

After all, this involves the creator of the Glorious Era.

Even if it has fallen, even if its Authority and prowess are less than a tenth of its peak, this is fundamentally different from those Evil Gods.

It was originally the old Sun God, the great creator—

It’s not an exaggeration to say it represents ’justice’ itself.

How could a Sacred Sword, which defines the concept of ’justice,’ oppose the creator?

"However, the Sacred Spear is different."

"The Sacred Spear is both a weapon and the ’Anchor of Storms’ tethering the world; it has no distinction between justice and evil."

"And what I intend to utilize this time is the characteristic of the Sacred Spear as an anchor point, maintaining the world."

Enola pondered: "Like before, can I hand over the usage rights of the Sacred Spear in the old Era to you?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

Enola nodded and did not say more.

This was the silent understanding between the two of them.

On usual days, Enola might have small emotions, might feign jealousy to make Shiayar cajole her with good food.

But when facing outsiders or when Shiayar had truly made a decision, Enola would unconditionally comply.

No matter what the matter was or what price had to be paid, it was always like this.

She silently extended her hand, her fair fingers lightly clutching the air.

In the next instant.

A brilliant light, accompanied by flowing Silver, converged in the void.

Then, it materialized into the form of a pure silver, small spear, hovering in mid-air between Shiayar and Enola.

In the next instant.

That silver small spear entered Shiayar’s forehead.

And in that instant, Shiayar felt the contract with the Sacred Spear, shared entirely by the mind of Enola.

This wasn’t Shiayar’s first time wielding the Sacred Spear.

Previously in Escarnia’s Echo of History, he had already experienced the immense power of such a super-spec Sacred Relic.

And now after ten years in the Garden of Eden, Ennie had completely unsealed all the Saint Spear’s constraints, fully bringing it under control.

It was for this reason that Shiayar, currently the temporary master of the Sacred Spear, could sense the power he could wield now far exceeded the previous time.

"Alright then, let’s begin."

Shiayar’s heart stirred slightly, and he looked up one last time at the golden-haired girl silently watching him.

"Though on the real timeline, it might just be a moment’s time."

"Still, I must bid you farewell, Ennie."

Such words remained unsaid.

In the next moment, his heart palpably moved.

Mercury-like, fate-like flowing halos dispersed around him bit by bit.

Then, it rendered the entire world into pure Silver and white.

Led towards that which no one knows—

The origin of time and magic.

...

The First Era.

Cataclysm Era 929, the month of Red Maple.

Endless Ocean Domain, Lost Island.

Within the world containing the World Tree Fragment, Shiayar slowly opened his eyes.

What met his eyes were still splendid palaces, one after another, and that dark canopy absent of sun and moon, with only scattered stars twinkling.

As soon as his consciousness was awakened, Shiayar keenly detected the significant differences in the surroundings compared to before.

If previously, the high and mighty will sealed deep within the World Tree Fragment was still in a state of slumber.

The earlier communication with Shiayar and suppression of Hathaway was merely the residual power that leaked beyond the seal from that lofty will.

Then, at this moment—

Shiayar could feel that the master of this Hall of Shadows was slowly awakening.

Even if it was extremely incomplete, decrepit.

Even awakened forcibly due to an unscheduled time, resulting in substantial power loss from breaking the seal.

Yet, it was still more massive than anything Shiayar had previously encountered, with a presiding rank that awed one’s spirit.

Even excluding the evil god avatars desecrated through rituals during Isadella’s enthronement, Shiayar had previously seen true deities—like the half-ramshackle Crimson Red Moon.

However, even the true form of the Crimson Red Moon, what it imparted to Shiayar, couldn’t compare to the awakening entity deep within the palace.

"Looks like this one is indeed in a bit of a panic."

Feeling the fluctuating aura deep within the Hall of Shadows, Shiayar frowned slightly.

Clearly, the extent of the Elf King’s body’s decay exceeded expectations.

And for this reason, upon discovering Shiayar, an optimal container with a weakness in hand, the entity hastened to break the original plan, seeking a new body.

Shiayar’s thought had barely risen.

The next moment, he heard an indifferent, cold voice, indistinguishably gendered, resonating through the dark hall.

"Initiate the ceremony during the Daybreak of the Crimson Red Moon."