The Lost Beyond.
"Grandma Lia and the others' consciousness has returned. I… owe him one more."
Sitting on a flat patch of grass, Phrolova plucked petal after petal from the Red Spider Lily, her brows and eyes lowered.
Although from the moment Noah arrived, she had already guessed that some calamity had occurred somewhere in Rinascita again.
But she had not expected this calamity to be so great that that person, even after exhausting all his strength, had only barely managed to save Rinascita and save her family.
Whenever she thought of the appearance of Noah covered in Overclocking cracks all over his body, she only felt an indescribable heartache and depression rising in her heart.
The waves of the Lament never ceased. When he alone stood in front of tens of thousands of people, under that heavy pressure, would he not be very tired?
If one day Noah became thoroughly weary, would she have the chance to invite him to The Lost Beyond, where the two of them could live forever on this pure land, paired for life?
A painful low hum woke Phrolova from her fantasy. Turning her head, she looked at Cartethyia lying beside her.
The pitch-black Fusion power in the latter's chest had already dissipated and faded when Leviathan was blasted apart, so that Phrolova no longer needed to painstakingly modulate and force herself to maintain the other's vitality.
"She does have a face that invites pity."
Slender fingers pinched Cartethyia's chin. Looking at the latter's completely unguarded posture, thoughts flickered in Phrolova's eyes.
In the end, she shook her head slightly and stretched out a hand to press on Cartethyia's chest:
"I originally didn't want to care whether you lived or died, but for his sake, I'll try to save you."
...
Porto-Veno Castle.
"The Montelli Family truly has fine methods."
Cantarella looked at Carlotta with a half-smile that was not quite a smile:
"To think that, without me even noticing, you secretly turned people of my Fisalia Family against me. I truly underestimated you, Second Young Miss of the Montelli."
"Although I have no idea what you're talking about, I'll just take it as praise from you."
Carlotta shrugged indifferently and met Cantarella's gaze without backing down.
"Still arguing?"
The invisible gunpowder smoke all dissipated the moment Noah turned his head not far away.
"From now on, stop the internal strife and unite against the outside. Also, the surgery was very successful—cough, I misspoke. The rewind was very successful."
Noah clapped his hands, stepped forward, and asked Cantarella:
"Does the Fisalia Family still have other people who need their spiritual pollution rewound and saved?"
"Thank you for your help. For the time being, there are no more."
Cantarella gave a slight bow to express her thanks. Noah subconsciously glanced once, then turned his head away:
"Actually, the reason we came looking for you is that we want to seek your help…"
"I guessed it. You want medicine that can wake people from their deep sleep, right? The Fisalia Family has also had several members fall into slumber."
Cantarella shook her head:
"I'm very sorry. Their end-of-the-world emotions inside the Heaven were too many. Most of their consciousness was harvested by Leviathan. Even the Fisalia Family has no secret medicine that can restore their consciousness."
Hearing this, both Roccia's and Brant's expressions darkened at the same time.
If they wanted these people whose spiritual will was missing to regain clarity, unless Leviathan voluntarily spat out the consciousness it had harvested, it was absolutely impossible.
"If there's nothing else, why not come inside and sit for a while? Standing like this the whole time would make my Fisalia Family seem discourteous."
"No need."
Noah briefly narrated the situation to Cantarella and once again raised his request:
"That's how things stand. Leviathan could make a comeback at any time. I hope you can prepare more medicine that resists Dark Tide erosion, just in case."
"Alright. Leave it to me."
"Tall Chestnut, then what about me? What should I do?"
Carlotta's gaze tightly fixed on Noah, looking forward to following the latter's command, even if it was only to help with a tiny, insignificant little task.
"You…"
Just as he was about to speak, a sudden violent wind swept over without any warning. Everyone seemed to sense something and raised their heads in unison.
The cloud layers that had originally been like solidified ink actually began to roll and surge violently, as if countless giant dragons were struggling within them. Eerie purple light faintly flickered inside the cloud layers.
A heavenly voice descended.
"Righteous One, please return quickly. Ragunna is currently suffering an invasion of Tacet Discords."
Leviathan had made a move again.
...
"Members of the Dispatch Office, immediately set up temporary Beacons and spread the Origin Light to stop Dark Tide creations from approaching!"
Large numbers of clergy from the Order busily ran about, busily assembling temporary Beacons around the periphery of Ragunna.
Pure-white Origin Light radiated outward. Although weak, it was still enough to stop Tacet Discords from climbing into the city's range from the vast sea.
"Everyone evacuate in an orderly manner to the safe strongholds. The elderly and children go first."
Phoebe busily directed everyone's actions. Streams of golden radiance shot from the bird-headed staff in her hand toward the Dark Tide Tacet Discords inside the city. Wherever it reached, nothing could stand against it.
"Well done, Phoebe."
Noah, bringing Carlotta and the others, appeared from a nearby Beacon and took in everything Phoebe was doing at a glance.
"Mr. Noah, Miss Carlotta, and also Captain Brant, First Mate Roccia."
Phoebe cleaned up the nearby Tacet Discords, lifted her bird-headed staff, and hurried over:
"These Tacet Discords suddenly appeared near Ragunna, and the Public Echoes have also gone out of control. We need your help."
"Ragunna is too large. Defending it is inevitably beyond our strength." Carlotta looked around at the chaotic surroundings, her expression tightening:
"Phoebe, direct everyone to take refuge at the Vault. The terrain there is high, easy to defend and hard to attack. The Montelli will assist you the entire way."
"The Troupe of Fools will also help." Brant interjected. Roccia behind him also nodded.
"Wonderful. Thank you for your help." Phoebe gratefully expressed her thanks: "May the Sentinel grant you glory and blessings."
"I have already arrived."
A cyan barrier blocked the surrounding sea area. Imperator finally appeared, its tall body standing in front of Noah.
"Sentinel?" Phoebe covered her mouth in surprise and widened her eyes. Brant and Roccia glanced sideways. Carlotta looked up.
A lantern slowly floated down.
"Righteous One, a few Tacet Discords are nothing to worry about. Leave Ragunna's side to me. I hope you can go take a look at the situation in Septimont."
"Alright."
Accepting the lantern, Noah turned his head and glanced at the people behind him:
"I'll leave Ragunna to you all."
"Go with peace of mind."
...
Septimont.
"Follow the instructions and transfer in an orderly manner. Move quickly."
The gladiators hurried toward the direction outside the city at a quick pace. The people inside the city orderly assisted in transferring various combat-ready supplies.
Iuno stroked the blue long hair on the right side with her right hand. Her lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. She tightly gripped the terminal in her hand and quietly muttered to herself:
"So annoying. All of Septimont's Beacons have been destroyed. No matter what I do, I can't contact him."
"Perfect timing. I just finished repairing several important central Beacons of Rinascita. Whoever you want to contact is fine now."
A familiar voice came from the side. She turned her head. After clearly seeing the person who had come, a brief look of surprise immediately appeared in her eyes:
"Oh my, isn't this our Hero Noah? To think you actually came back at a time like this. I thought you had completely forgotten about us."
"That won't happen."
Noah looked around at the situation in Septimont and discovered that whether it was the people's complexion or mental state, both were much better than those in Ragunna.
Not only that, even the surrounding Tacet Discords were far fewer.
"Strange. The people on Septimont's side weren't sucked into the Mirror Heaven?"
"Mirror Heaven? Your way of putting it is exactly the same as Galbrena's."
Walking up close to Noah, Iuno circled around him, sizing up the other's condition while opening her mouth to explain:
"Just now, Septimont suddenly had so, so many Tacet Discords. In the moment of crisis, it was a good thing that Augusta brought Galbrena and appeared in time."
"Was it Galbrena who helped resolve Septimont's Tacet Discords?"
"She helped a great deal. That lion head beside her not only has an unusually large appetite, but the Tacet Discords from the Heaven were extremely obedient in front of it and didn't dare make a move against us at all."
"Holy crap."
Noah directly said "holy crap."
Too authoritative, that old thing. As expected of the first Dark Tide creation Leviathan created. Inside the Heaven it had too much face.
They were both forced into the Mirror Heaven, yet the people of Ragunna were still desperately dodging the Tacet Discords' attacks, while Septimont's side had directly disarmed the Tacet Discords.
"But it wasn't quite as easy as that. Most of the Tacet Discords ran off to the Hunting Grounds to destroy the Boundary Anchor Stones. By the time we discovered this point, it was already too late."
Speaking up to here, Iuno patted her chest with lingering fear:
"You have no idea. At the final moment, the Earthrend Wedge was destroyed. Endless Dark Tide flooded over. Every person of Septimont was extremely terrified."
Unconsciously, as she spoke, Iuno leaned closer and closer. Her bright large eyes met Noah's and would not move away.
The proud attributes grew fewer and fewer; the delicate ones grew more and more.
Only to hear Noah ask:
"And then? Did you all get flooded?"
"That didn't happen. The Dark Tide hadn't even had time to come over when the Mirror Heaven shattered."
So this was the reason why the people of Septimont were in much better mental condition than those of Ragunna.
This luck was simply against the heavens.
"Wait a moment—"
Noah suddenly realized a critical matter.
During the Mirror Heaven, most of Septimont's Tacet Discords had run off to destroy the Boundary Anchor Stones, and right now the Tacet Discords near Septimont City were likewise very few. Didn't that mean...
"Not good. The Earthrend Wedge."
"Aiya, don't worry about it. After coming out of the Heaven, the Tetragon Temple had already foreseen this scene. Augusta and Galbrena have already taken people over there."
Iuno blew a whistle. A griffin answered the call and came. She patted the griffin's back:
"With you added, we should be able to change the ending in the prophecy where the Earthrend Wedge is destroyed. I'm not much help staying here anyway. Want to go over together with me?"
"Yours is too slow. I'm in a hurry."
Noah turned his head and glanced at Septimont, a little hesitant:
"Why don't you still stay here? I'm worried something will go wrong on this side."
"Mr. Noah, there is truly no need to worry!"
A somewhat familiar voice rang out. Noah turned his head and discovered that the one who had come was precisely Little Te of the Senate.
"On Septimont's side, the Senate will be responsible for assisting the populace with the transfer. Please rest assured and go to the Hunting Grounds to help."
Little Te solemnly patted his chest:
"Although our strength may not match yours, we still hope to contribute a share of effort in this disaster. Please believe in us."
"Alright!"
Noah had not expected that this willful, greedy, and somewhat not-very-smart noble would actually have such awareness in the face of disaster. It truly made one look at him with new eyes.
"Little Te, after the disaster passes, I'll…"
I'll make up the remaining nine Kerasaur Echoes for you.
No good. He always felt that saying this sentence out loud would be like planting a flag. One of the two of them would definitely die.
Noah swallowed the latter half of the sentence and instead gave him a big thumbs-up.
Recognition from the Hero.
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