Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 531 - 247: Shame the Witch, You Must Take Responsibility (8k)

The Stars Chalice, which emitted a dreamy glow, let out a clear moan.

Then shattered and dissipated.

No one, neither humans nor deities, could understand why Shiayar did such a thing.

Boom —

After a brief moment of stagnation.

Astonished gazes, rampaging spiritual power, and the light of divine power erupting from the depths of the Astral Realm.

Numerous chaotic matters, illuminating the entire Astral Realm with disorder.

However, as the source of that chaotic vortex.

Shiayar no longer had the leisure to care about everything outside.

As he shattered the Stars Chalice—

Deep within Shiayar's soul, within the boundary of that "Origin," he also made a strike.

A cut that severed all connections with everything within that "Origin."

The creator of the Glorious Era, the "Golden King" Rhine, is Shiayar.

However, Shiayar is not the creator, not the Golden King.

And after striking towards his own origin.

From now on, he will completely bid farewell to all those heroes who left countless glorious deeds in human history during their repeated journeys. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Becoming completely unrelated, without intersections.

Huala.

Huala.

Around Shiayar, the river of time flowed, roared.

Stirring countless whirlpools, blurring the boundaries of material and time.

On the Western Continent.

Whether it was Enola, Isadella, or Silvia.

At this moment, they all found their figures beginning to turn illusory.

The divergence of time surrounded them, engulfing them, heading downstream in the river of time.

This was an era where they were never meant to exist.

And now, with the curtain falling on the mythic era, the resolution of all causalities.

The flow of the river of time became louder, like thunder, or the collapse of mountains.

About to wash these invaders, who never belonged to the Age of Gods, downstream to their rightful era.

Soon, the three became extremely ethereal and illusory, broken light spilling from around them.

"Is it over?"

On Atlantis Island, Augutina's body didn't become as illusory and fragmented as Silvia and the others.

However, within her dragon-like golden eyes, ripples of time slowly spread.

Mysterious waves emanated around her.

The Dragon of the Night was an ancient dragon born in the Age of Gods.

Yet, the will within this black dragon's body did not belong to this era.

Augutina utilized the Authority of the "Hourglass of Time" to send her will back to the First Era.

And now, with the end of the mythic era, the temporal power within the "Hourglass of Time" was also exhausted.

A grain of the Sands of Time fell in the hourglass's funnel.

Allowing the consciousness of the "Queen of the Night" to depart from this young vessel, returning with the Sands of Time to the Fourth Epoch.

At the moment their figures were about to disappear.

Enola suddenly turned back, looking at the figure of the young man also surrounded by the river of time above the Astral Realm.

Her lips moved slightly, seemingly realizing something, a trace of panic flashed in her sky-blue eyes.

The silver Sacred Spear shone, mystery spilling forth.

Aiming to carry the golden-haired maiden's figure out from the river of time, to once again stand in this era.

But in the end, that silver light dimmed.

Together with the golden-haired maiden's figure, they drifted downstream.

This was far more distant than the end of the Third Era, further back than the Echo of History of Escarnia, closer to the creation at the start of the Age of Gods.

The Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad was once summoned by Shiayar with a single "Come, Spear."

In that battle of farewell against the gods, the Sacred Spear, serving as the anchor binding the gods to the world's wall, exhausted all its power and mystery, creating the opportunity for the Sacred Sword's "Divine Evasion" to hit its mark.

In these brief ten minutes, the Sacred Spear barely restored a tenth or so of its power, just enough to safely bring Enola back to her current time node at most.

Unable to respond to its master's expectation and do more.

...

In the Astral Realm.

Shiayar silently watched that light gradually receding in the river of time until it was no longer visible.

In stark contrast to his silence.

Was the "Origin" that Shiayar mercilessly severed, now in a frenzy.

This represents the complete farewell to all pasts for the individual named "Shiayar Egutt."

All connections, all causes and effects, along with entangled destinies were severed.

From now on, he shall truly live as Shiayar, not as a "Sun God who lost his memory," nor a "resurrected Golden King."

"You will regret this."

"Shiayar Egutt."

In that collapsing, disintegrating origin.

The soul imprint, also severed by Shiayar, losing its vessel, was gradually dimming, toward complete dissipation.

As if acknowledging the fate severed by Shiayar, both became completely unrelated entities.