"I'm leaving."
"Going to the Martial Arts Hall again?" Vakiris walked out of the bedroom in her robe, seeing Fei Yuhan organizing her final belongings in the doorway.
"Yeah, the final battle is approaching, and I need to seize the time." She paused. "Will you come later?"
Looking at her earnest expression, she was momentarily stunned before nodding. "If I don't have anything else to do."
"Then I'm off."
The door opened and closed, and the slight chill that rushed in quickly dissipated. Vakiris looked down at her open palm, then slowly clenched it into a fist.
Damn it, what am I doing?
In the past month, she had almost completely integrated into this world, not only becoming a member of the Martial Arts Association but also participating in numerous joint operations with others, fighting against the Fallen.
To prevent the world from being destroyed, one must resist the gods. Perhaps that was her reason for participating in the war, but Vakiris knew that it was more of a way to relieve pressure. The real problem she had to face was not here but outside the realm of consciousness—she was unwilling to be trapped here doing nothing, so she used this method to make herself look like she was contributing to resolving the Divine Will War.
It would have been fine if the battle was cruel and arduous, after all, they were fighting against "Gods." But the truth was that the elimination of the Fallen only happened in the unseen shadows, and the entire city remained in a state of peaceful prosperity. When there were no missions, everyone even had time to have afternoon tea or gather for a late-night snack.
This was far from the war she was used to.
What made her even more uncomfortable was that she had quickly adapted to this kind of life…
The sweeter the soft peninsula bread was, the stronger the guilt and sense of sin that welled up in her heart. The future of the clan was uncertain, and to win the Divine Will War, the clan had invested almost everything. Yet, she was enjoying a free and easy life here. This contrast made Vakiris extremely painful, and sometimes she even wanted to vent her anger on the people around her.
However, what was even more painful was that reason still existed and had not been distorted or deformed by the immense pressure—reason clearly told her that doing so would not shatter the dream and would not help the clan in any way, but would only make her situation worse.
At the same time, another reason that prevented the nightmare from doing so was that she found that she did not have the anticipated aversion to Fei Yuhan.
Although this human woman had eavesdropped on her conversation with Roland, it was just a reasonable choice for someone who wanted to control her own destiny. Moreover, she later revealed everything she had done and frankly faced the fact that she only existed in the realm of consciousness. This courage was simply dazzling.
She was pure, curious, determined, and had clear goals… These characteristics made Vakiris think of Sistalis, the "Thousand Forms."
Some people's brilliance was enough to bridge the gap between races, just as Thousand Forms was accepted by the Cloud School.
This was also the reason why she had not moved from this place.
However, this light not only did not alleviate her pressure but made her even more confused.
In fact, Vakiris had vaguely realized what was truly beneficial to the clan, but her emotions could not face it frankly—once that step was taken, there would be no turning back, and all the pressure and risks would be borne by her alone. Even for her, it was difficult to make a decision.
In terms of facing destiny directly, she was not as good as this human woman.
Just then, the phone rang.
The caller ID was Roland.
Vakiris hesitated again and again, but finally answered the phone. "What's the matter again? If it's just one-sided fabrication of front-line reports, save it. I won't—"
"I just want to ask, what exactly is the Floating Land?"
His first sentence stunned her.
……
Rose Café.
After listening to Roland's complete account, Vakiris leaned wearily in her chair and gently exhaled. "God-Forged God…"
"God-Forged—what?"
She silently looked at him, wanting to see something in his eyes, but the result told her that this was not a premeditated deception. Roland was unaware of what he had discovered—the exposure of the God-Forged God was merely due to a coincidence, such coincidences happened every moment and would not have much impact on the situation. As the trump card in the clan's hands, the higher-ups probably wanted humans to see this magic-made miracle sooner, after all, even if they witnessed its existence in advance, it would only increase the enemy's fear and despair.
But Vakiris thought more deeply.
The God-Forged God was supposed to be the ultimate weapon to counter the Sky Sea Realm, but now it suddenly appeared on the Western Front, which could only mean one thing.
The situation on the Western Front had reached an impasse.
If it were not so, Wang would never have agreed to use the God-Forged God to deal with humans.
This was a logically dead chain.
Only when the Western Front suffered a major defeat would the higher-ups use the God-Forged God to save the situation. It was for this reason that the witches had the opportunity to stumble upon the God-Forged God—which meant that the battle report text messages that Roland had sent before were true, and indirectly proved his sincerity.
Unless Roland had learned about the existence of the God-Forged God from another Great Lord.
But this possibility was very slim. If other Great Lords were willing to cooperate, he would not need to come to her to act out this play.
The pain in her heart made Vakiris clench her fist.
But reason prevented her from deceiving herself.
Her feet seemed to be on the edge of a cliff, with only a single-plank bridge to cross, and the emotion of resistance almost overwhelmed her. Just as the overwhelming pressure was about to crush her, the scene of Fei Yuhan forcefully refuting the crowd that day suddenly appeared in her mind—
Standing outside the meeting room door, she had clearly heard her unwavering argument.
"To give up moving forward out of fear of a terrible future is just the behavior of cowards. Even if we ultimately fail, it will be because we have tried our best!"
To move forward…at all costs…
Vakiris stared at Roland for a long time, then closed her eyes.
"What you saw is the God-Forged God." She repeated, "That is the clan's trump card prepared for ascending to the Sky Sea Realm, and it is also the absorption and reproduction of the underground civilization's heritage. As early as hundreds of years ago, my clan had the idea of getting rid of the limitations of life mayflies—what you call the Red Mist. The most direct solution was to allow the Birth Tower, which produces the Red Mist, to move freely, but it was also the most difficult to achieve. Just moving the huge tower body was difficult enough, let alone the Divine Stone veins below the tower."
"It wasn't until Mask completely mastered the magic technology of the underground civilization and took it to the next level that this plan ushered in a glimmer of hope. I don't know exactly how the specific changes are to be achieved, but its essence is to transform the Birth Tower into a huge magic core, and use it to improve the effect of the core ability. As long as the magic is abundant, the large-scale phenomena and miracles it causes are comparable to those of the gods, therefore, Wang gave it this name—God-Forged God."
Vakiris took that step.