Chapter 24 The Sound of Purification
Themis nodded and left.
"May justice be with you and me!" Tima said to Themis's figure.
The flock of feathered creatures immediately echoed this sentiment.
May justice be with you and me!
On the earth, the "shamans" of the Nisi tribe still cowered on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly.
Tima regained her senses, but in the realm of the gods, Lemonles was smug.
"Tima, look! I've avenged the feathered ones!"
Tima gave Lemonles a cold look.
"Do you mean revenge by causing the Feathered Clan to lose several leaders?!"
"Do you mean to corrupt the spirits of the Feathered Ones in your revenge?!"
"Your revenge means destroying everything I've worked so hard to build?!"
"Does your revenge mean devouring me, imprisoning me, and turning me into a raging, insane demon?!" Tima approached Lemonles step by step in the divine realm.
Questioning again and again.
Lemonles' smile lingered on his face for a long time.
Stiff.
"Tima, you really don't know what's good for you!" Lemonles said to Tima with a gloomy face, then turned and disappeared.
Before leaving, he glared fiercely at Tima.
Tima closed her eyes, and a tear slowly fell.
Back in the sky, Tima looked at the flames of war, the bones scattered everywhere, and the sky and plains stained red.
The largest house, which was originally the largest, has now been reduced to a pile of ashes.
The flames burned and struggled, determined to wash away all the evil.
Tima watched, her regret growing.
If Lemonles hadn't invaded his consciousness, he wouldn't have been so angry, and perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.
Will his people never die?
Phoenix looked at Tima.
His face was already stained with grime as he looked at Tima with worry. He was about to speak when Kopaca stopped him.
Tima looked at everything, her heart filled with unbearable sorrow.
The closest creature to him was a large flock of feathers. His remains were almost entirely gone, with only a few bones standing upright in the wilderness.
His soul is bound here.
Tima flew to the old site of the Nisi tribe.
There are countless dead souls there, vengeful ghosts.
Tima felt something.
He flew to the pile of bones, took out a huge bone from it, and sculpted it with divine power.
A hollow, eight-hole bone flute has been completed.
Tima flew into the corpses and sat down on a bone.
Slowly, he began to play the bone flute.
The divine essence of art surges forth, shimmering with an extraordinary brilliance.
The melodious flute music seemed to erase all sorrow, and to soothe the unease and madness in the hearts of all living beings.
One by one, the spirits of the dead slowly floated out from the corpses, and followed the sound of the flute as they walked slowly into the distance.
Like a serene blue celestial river, it slowly leads the soul to its final resting place.
On the other side of the river of souls, Thanatos, the god of death, watched this scene with some surprise, but then began to perform his divine duties.
Now the god of death has been born, and the final destination of the soul is no longer Iapetus, but the underworld above the abyss.
Iapetus was not angry, because human faith is far inferior to the return of the soul, especially pure faith.
The music emanating from the bone flute moved the flock of birds, who began to dance.
On the blood-soaked plains, the divine power of art blankets the earth.
Clinging to an ominous aura, it slowly sailed towards the River of the Dead.
The flute music on the earth was nearing its end when it suddenly burst into a loud, passionate melody, as if singing of life itself.
It was both brief and brilliant.
Several shooting stars streaked across the sky, their light tinged with a rosy purple.
She fell into the arms of Tima and Meridus.
Tima, the goddess of purification and rest.
Meridari, the goddess of peace.
In a secluded place, a scarlet divine essence fell into Lemonles's arms.
Lemonlais, the god of war and madness