Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 512 - 243: This Is the Day We Bid Farewell to the Deities (7k)_2

It was a surge, powerful enough to engulf the soul, this intense emotion.

However, the next moment.

Hathaway gently closed her eyes.

After a long pause, when those eyes reopened once more.

Deep within her heart, the surge seemed as though it might erupt at any moment, yet Hathaway forcibly repressed the turbulent emotions with immense willpower.

"Although right now, there are so, so many things I wish to share with Teacher Shiayar, perhaps talking for three days and nights wouldn't be enough."

"But――"

"But, now isn't the time for reminiscing, is it."

The Golden Elf just silently watched Shiayar.

Back on the Lost Island, Hathaway, in her naive and impractical fantasy, thought of saving all the Elves, but instead dragged Shiayar into the Darkness, into the Abyss.

That nearly became a tragically irreversible end.

So, in this moment, Hathaway, despite the nostalgia in her heart, the urge to confide in the young one before her about these five hundred years of solitude and loneliness.

But she absolutely wouldn't allow herself to interfere with Shiayar's plan due to personal emotional reasons, once again.

"Teacher Shiayar――"

The cold words, like the chime of wind bells at night, resonated in the Great Library of the Supreme Black Tower.

"You now have more important matters to attend to."

In front of the Golden Elf, Shiayar was slightly startled.

In that instant, he was unsure if the Golden Elf maiden before him was still the naive girl with fantasies on the Lost Island, or the solemn and mysterious mentor from his memory.

"Though you call me Teacher Shiayar――"

"But now, you indeed have a touch of the future Master's dignified demeanor."

Shiayar flashed a smile, uttering a silent soliloquy.

"However, what Master said, wasn't wrong."

"Now, we truly have more important tasks to complete."

He slightly raised his head, gazing at the distant firmament.

"So, Master――"

Shiayar spoke in a soft whisper.

"Let us――"

"put a complete punctuation mark on this mythological Era."

Amidst the suddenly dazzling starlight.

The Golden Elf gently nodded.

Then, she cautiously placed her fair hand into the palm of Shiayar's hand.

"Mm."

...

The thunderous roaring sound echoed between the sky and earth.

What followed was the spreading, flowing starlight.

In this moment.

Whether it was the Astral Realm, Spirit Realm, Main Material Plane, Western Continent, Endless Ocean Domain, or even numerous secondary planes folded within the dimensional crevices of the Multiverse.

Many Fabled Creatures were still immersed in the shock of the Sea of Stars vibrating and meteors falling.

Some True Gods had fallen.

And not just one, but over a dozen.

Not only that, in this moment, within the Religious Orders of the Western Continent, a majority of the order's senior members felt a sudden emptiness as they gazed at the falling starlight.

It was as though some supreme existence had been stripped away from the depths of their soul.

In the aftershock of the deities' downfall, countless Fabled Creatures were filled with trepidation.

Even the Storm God, the God of War, such deities had fallen――

So, what about them?

But, at the same time, in the Divine Souls of some deities, apart from the fear, emerged other unusual thoughts.

Most of them had also touched the boundary of being True Gods, but due to becoming gods later, or various other reasons, they hadn't been considered contemporaries by the Pantheon who held the previous deities' meetings, and thus hadn't been invited to participate in the deities' meetings.

Thus, they had not been drawn into the all-consuming Fantasy Collapse, escaping an otherwise dire fate.

In this world, Divinity and the Authority it represents are conserved principles.

Even if deities fall, the Divinity and Authority cannot be annihilated and would remain preserved, capable of being inherited by other deities.

Therefore, the fall of those complete True Gods who once occupied high thrones and monopolized Divinity and Authority, also presented a vast opportunity for other deities.

The opportunity to step over the bones of Old Gods and embark on new Divine Thrones.

However, in the next moment.

Across the entire Main Material Plane, the surviving deities, whether Demigods or True Gods, irrespective of their previous insane or sane state, regardless of what thoughts they harbored at this moment.

In this moment, they all saw the figure in the Astral Realm, engulfed in brilliant starlight.

The black-haired, black-eyed figure of a human youth.

Shiayar Egutt.

Most Demigods knew nothing of this figure, but there were also True Gods, well-informed, who were not unfamiliar with this figure.

The Creator of the Black Tower.

Also the Origin of the Arcane Arts and Magic.

This existence, once deemed missing or possibly fallen beneath the Abyss in the gods' eyes.

Now appeared, in such a perfect form, openly before the deities.

In other words――

The previous grand commotion of the Pantheon of Astral Realms' fall wasn't as they imagined, the deities breaking out in internal war for each other's Divinity.

But was caused by the human before them.

With those mighty deities having fallen, the other now appeared so openly, without concealment, before the deities.

The meaning it represented was clear as daylight.

In that moment, among those deities who hadn't gone mad, still retaining their sanity, a great dread rose wave after wave within their Divine Souls.