Chapter 80 The Death of Yara
Heaven.
Above the clouds, within Valhalla.
The majestic phantom was clearly within Valhalla,
yet it seemed to stand above all things.
No one could see His true form; even the light dared not cast His shadow.
In His hands He held the dark, seemingly forgotten Lord of the Ravens.
Eight holy angels stood on either side...
And before Him.
Two figures, one large and one small, prostrated themselves.
It was His Messiah, and the Son of the Messiah…
That magnificent yet ethereal, faint yet resounding voice, seemingly unified in existence and non-existence, the supreme and holy voice, came from all directions, from every corner, as if every speck of dust in the air was responding to His voice—
[Messiah…]
[The ten-year period has come…]
[Your spirit has dried up, unable to walk among men…]
[I will grant you the seat of an angel…]
[Come forward…]
Ara, hearing this, trembled uncontrollably…
He obeyed the Lord's will, slowly rising, step by step walking towards the divine figure.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of all the angels and Isaac,
he slowly knelt before God, closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and bowed his head…
Then, the divine figure, holding a golden ring, like a king's crown, appeared.
He placed the crown atop the Messiah's head...
And the moment the golden crown touched the Messiah's spirit—
Instantly, it burst forth with intense golden light!
The golden ring slowly merged with his spirit, hovering above his head. Simultaneously, the golden crown shone brightly, instantly appearing in the hall like an unbearably dazzling sun...
Even the archangels, under this blinding light, found it difficult to maintain their balance, their wings fluttering involuntarily.
Then, the golden radiance slowly poured forth from the golden ring, flowing through Ara's soul like a bath, gradually merging into the Messiah's spirit. His soul became increasingly sacred, his heart more devout and sincere...
When it was all over.
Ara, clad in white robes, regained his youthful appearance; his once white hair and beard returned to their natural color... as if he had undergone an incredible rebirth.
"Praise be to my Lord..."
Feeling the transformation within himself,
Ara wept, his heart overflowing with indescribable emotion and worship...
Having done all this,
the Lord vanished from Valhalla.
Ara bowed repeatedly in thanks.
Clothed in white robes and wearing a golden crown, Ara slowly walked to Isaac, who was still in shock and had not yet recovered.
He bowed his head and gently helped Isaac to his feet.
He revealed:
"Do not forget all this…"
"My son, remember…"
"I made a covenant with God—"
"To save the world in the name of the Messiah…"
"To do righteous deeds…"
"To think of salvation…"
"All your glory comes from God…"
"After I am gone…"
"You shall bear my name and fulfill my righteousness…"
"Be worthy of the Lord, worthy of your shed blood…"
"For you are the burnt offering forgiven by God…"
"The son of Canaan in the fire…"
"The second generation, the Messiah of God."
...
When Isaac opened his eyes again:
It was almost dark…
Beside him lay his father's already cold body…
He lay in a prayer position, a smile on his lips before he died.
His spirit had ascended to heaven, becoming a messenger by God's side. What was there to grieve over?
But the pain of parting from his father...
still left Isaac feeling lost and empty.
It was as if something was missing from his life...
However, when Isaac saw the two scrolls on the altar,
he recalled his father's last teachings—
"In the name of the Messiah...save mankind..."
"Do righteous deeds...think of saving the world..."
He murmured to himself.
A strange sense of responsibility rose within him...
Young Isaac firmly remembered his father's teachings.
Like inheriting his father's blood, he inherited his father's covenant with God.
And perhaps in the future, he would bear the name of the Messiah...
begin a new story.
Just then, a commotion arose outside the door.
Perhaps due to the prolonged silence and their growing anxiety...
So they broke down the door.
The adults, upon seeing Yara's body lying in a prayerful posture inside the cabin,
were all stunned.
Dicktis confirmed it again and again...
Finally, he uttered the sorrowful words:
"Yara is dead."
Instantly, everyone fell silent, the atmosphere becoming incredibly heavy...
However, Isaac, who should have been the most grief-stricken, suddenly interjected, his eyes shining with unwavering resolve, retorting:
"No, he is not dead..."
"My father, he lives forever in heaven..."
...
Although it was still autumn, Canaan inexplicably experienced a heavy snowfall that day...
This was highly unusual for Canaan, a land of perpetual spring-like abundance. The snowy season in Canaan is late and short. While other places are in the depths of winter, Canaan is still in late autumn, with snow only falling in the coldest month...
However, today, the snow in Canaan falls heavier than ever before. Even the evergreen plants wither in this single day.
The rivers seem to freeze over.
And the autumn flowers that once bloomed in the wilderness have all withered...
Only one flower blooms—
The red rose.
The heavy snow covers everything in Canaan.
Men, dressed in mourning clothes, cleared the snow for a long time before finally making a path...
The funeral procession included poets, merchants, villagers, nobles, and even royalty.
Everyone grieved and grieved for the passing of this hero.
The funeral bells tolled from morning till night.
Dixtis, Pan, and Old Tyr, these legendary warriors who fought alongside him against the Lion of Nemea, personally carried their friend's coffin. The priest trudged through the snow, scattering confetti for the legendary hero, and chanted his deeds in a trembling, mournful voice.
Nearly a thousand Canaanites, men, women, and children, crowded the road...
Weeping as they bid farewell to the uncrowned king of Canaan.
The funeral procession departed Canaan.
The wilderness was a vast expanse of white, covered by snow.
But atop the snow, countless red roses sprouted from the earth.
A stark contrast to the white backdrop.
The funeral procession crossed the wilderness and reached the mountains...
He was buried in a cave.
And a few days later.
Some said Yara was missing.
When people went to the cave to open Yara's coffin,
they found only piles of rose petals...
Yara was nowhere to be seen.
His son said he went to heaven.
Others say he was resurrected and is playing among mortals...
But whatever the reason, the Canaanites were convinced that the red rose was the symbol of this hero.
His blood, shed in battle, fell to the ground and soaked into the mud.
And from it grew red roses.
This is the proof of his immortal achievements...
This is his legend.
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