The dim sun was dazzling, as if it were heaven. But the sky is a dazzling blood red, like the last sunset of the last days, setting, and then never rising. The whole world seemed to be wrapped in this heavy red glow, as if even the air had turned thick and heavy, pressing on every breath.
The goddess Lyria ran with difficulty on the battlefield after the fight, and the fragments of those broken weapons and armor tore her long skirt, which was dyed blood red, flying in the air and mutilated. Her legs were shaking, and every step felt like stepping on memories of pain. The wind brushed past her messy hair, and even that small touch felt cold and frightening. Her heart beat so fast that she could hear it in her ears. She was terrified, not of danger, but of the thought that she might be too late to reach him.
The endless wilderness is full of corpses, scattered around a giant tree, and the air is filled with a rusty smell like blood, decaying, and the smell of rotting corpses is unbearable. The corpses were still covered with broken armor, shining brightly under the dark red sunset. They were so gorgeous that you can still imagine how radiant and majestic they were when they were alive when you look up closely. Their silent faces seemed to tell stories of glory, regret, and battles that would never be told again.
Lyria didn't even look at the wreckage. She ran in a hurry, not colliding with the bones that were still standing with their roars. Immediately "crackling", the bones scattered all over the floor. This scene was quite funny, but in her heart, there was no room for laughter. The small sound only made her heart pound even harder, as if warning her that she was running out of time.
She looked up and looked into the distant throne of skeletons. Saying it is a throne is actually just a mountain made of bones. On it, the angel with long silver-gray hair, Caelum, stretched out his wings to protect the god of war in black armor. And the silver haired god of war, Arion, stepped on the bones of living creatures bit by bit and walked down that mountain. The God of War's head was lowered, his long silver hair flying in the wind, and his left-hand clinging to the long sword burning with black and red flames, as if he were asleep. But she could feel that it was not sleep. It was pain. Pain so deep that even a god could not hide it.
Caelum looked up at Lyria, his eyes gray and gold, strange but so beautiful. He said softly, "Your Highness is fine". His voice was calm, but in his eyes, she saw worry that he did not dare speak loudly.
At best it's just.
Lyria was immediately relieved. She pulled up her torn skirt, walked between the rugged bones, and ran quickly. Her heart tightened with every step. She remembered Arion's smile in the past. She remembered the warmth of his hand when he held her wrist during training. She remembered small moments that she never thought mattered, but now suddenly became important. She wanted to reach him. She needed to.
"Don't come over." The voice was hoarse, with an indescribable strangeness. Lyria's feet suddenly paused as if frozen by fear.
Arion looked up, his face pale and twisted, and he was as ferocious as an evil spirit. The silver-gray angel looked at him in surprise, and soon a touch of clarity passed through his pupils. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Even the red wind felt still.
"..... Arion?" Lyria hesitated to ask, her fingers trembling slightly. Her voice cracked, and her eyes softened, filled with fear that she could not hide.
That face could no longer be called human, and black and red lines spread across the bare skin. Those lines seem to be living things, constantly twisting and spreading like snakes. Arion seemed to have no strength even to stand up, and his body twitched in pain, all supported by the silver gray man beside him, so that he did not fall. Lyria's heart tightened as if someone had squeezed it. She wanted to run to him, hold him, let him lean on her instead. But her legs refused to move.
"Arion!" Lyria let out a scream. She wanted to run over a little faster, but her feet were as if rooted in place, motionless. Her chest tightened with helplessness.
"Your Highness.? Did the power liberated in the battle with "Lilith" exceed the limit that this body can now bear?" Caelum's wings behind him turned into dim light and dissipated little by little, and he supported Arion, who kept trembling against his shoulder. The black air rose, and the silver hair dimmed little by little. Even Caelum's voice felt heavier as if he feared saying the truth out loud.
"..... She will not be fine." Lyria took a deep breath. She seemed to suddenly understand something and looked relieved, but the slight tremble in her eyelashes betrayed her sadness. "Odin, my own human body cannot bear the divine power left by Lord Hara. Now this body will soon collapse. I must find a place. Rest and recuperate in the next few days. Arion will ask you. Did Seil not build some college. Send him there. I remember he always liked little children. Her voice softened when she spoke about him. Even now, her gaze lingered on him like a gentle touch"
"Understand." Odin responded in a low voice. Arion's body gradually eased down. His body was no longer trembling. He pulled her tightly to prevent the latter from falling again, but his eyes were cast on the goddess in her long skirt. "What about you? What do you do?" His voice was weak, but his eyes were full of unwillingness. He did not want her to disappear. He did not want to lose her.
"Me..... Now, it's time to say goodbye."
The goddess smiled. Her body gradually became illusory and transparent, then slowly turning into a spot of light and dissipating in front of Caelum and Arion. The wind carried her warmth as if she reached out to touch Arion's cheek gently one last time. It felt like a soft whisper brushing against the heart.
"..... How can I say that I am also a goddess now? Of course, I have to experience my days as a god... Although I will probably be very lonely."
How can I say that I am also a goddess now. Of course, I have to experience my days as a god. Although I will probably be very lonely.
Her final words drifted like falling feathers. When the last light disappeared, Arion lifted his hand slightly, as if he hoped she might still be there.
But she was already gone.