I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 348 - 344 – Whispers from the Sky

Sylvia and Sofia stepped out of the Simurgh Library, the golden light behind them slowly fading like a dream beginning to fade as dawn broke. The ancient stone gate closed slowly behind them without a sound, as if it had never been opened. The silent forest welcomed them again with its oppressive silence, thick creeping bushes, and darkness that lived like the breath of invisible creatures. But this time, the forest felt different. The dark and confusing passageway was now wide open, the tree branches shifting slowly like curtains pulled by invisible hands, forming a straight path to the outer threshold. The black trees that had stood rigidly now bowed respectfully, their dark leaves swaying gently as if bidding farewell to the two visitors who had just been touched by forbidden knowledge.

Sylvia walked ahead, Chain of Abyss still floating beside her like a loyal snake on alert, its chain eyes flickering faintly every time the cold wind touched it. The Death Flame on her chest now sang softly, no longer a bloodthirsty song of war, but a lullaby full of secret promises that had not yet been fully revealed. The Codex Mortifera, now stored in her inventory, felt heavy, though it did not physically burden her body; it was like an ancient stone waiting to be polished until it glowed, waiting for the right moment to release the secrets that had been buried for thousands of years.

Sofia followed behind, Lucifer’s golden spear glowing faintly in her hand, its holy light like a new heart beating in sync with the fluttering of her eight wings, which were still half open, the tips of her golden feathers trembling softly as if responding to the breeze that no longer carried any threat.

"Are you okay?" Sofia asked softly, her voice breaking the silence of the forest for the first time since they left the library. Her words sounded lighter now, as if the weight that had been hanging on her chest was beginning to lift.

Sylvia nodded slightly, her long black hair fluttering gently in the cold wind that began to blow again from the direction of Nocture.

"More than good. Simurgh never gives anything without reason. This codex... and your spear. These are weapons for what is to come."

Sofia looked at the golden spear again, its tip glowing like a small sun that never set, its light warm but not burning like the embrace she had once felt in a long-lost past.

"I feel it. Like... a part of me that was lost is now returning. But it’s also heavy. Like carrying Lucifer’s history in my hands. A history full of both beauty and destruction."

Sylvia paused for a moment, turning her head back. Her dark eyes met Sofia’s golden eyes, which now sparkled brighter than ever. She smiled slightly, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes but was full of deep understanding.

"That means you are worthy. Lucifer fell because he couldn’t balance light and darkness. You... you are the light that grows in my darkness. We complement each other, just like Simurgh said. And that’s not a coincidence. It’s a destiny we chose ourselves."

They continued walking in comfortable silence. The forest seemed to willingly give way, the bushes slowly retreating like a rolled-up carpet, the trees bowing respectfully, even the wind that had been cold and piercing now turning into a gentle breeze carrying the scent of Nocture’s dead soil: glowing black mushrooms, smoke from dwarf stoves, and the faint scent of black roses from the castle garden. In the distance, the crystalline light of Nocture began to reappear, twinkling like falling stars embedded in the dead earth, a warm call home for the two beings who had just gazed into the abyss of ancient knowledge.

But elsewhere, far from that silent forest, in depths that were not hell but higher, purer, in a heaven untouched by the darkness of the underworld, something stirred.

Heaven is not a static place as imagined by humans on Earth. It is an endless layer of light, where holy winds blow like an eternal song that never ends, and the sun never sets because the sun itself is a manifestation of Divine will. Here, time is not a straight line; it is a circle that continues to spin in perfect harmony. At its center stand the high angels with twelve wings, called the Seven Great Policies, pillars of balance who watch over everything that falls and rises throughout all layers of reality.

They felt it simultaneously, like the vibration of the thread of fate being roughly pulled from the farthest corners of the world.

In the center of a large hall with walls made of pure light forming arches like giant wings spread out, they gathered. Seven tall figures, their wings fully spread, created a holy breeze that filled the air with the scent of eternal flowers and heavenly honey.

The first was Raphael, with emerald green healing wings, his eyes emitting a soft yet sharp light. Then Uriel, the fire of wisdom, with wings as red as burning embers that never went out. Michael, the leader of the heavenly war, his sword of fire hanging at his side, its blue-white flame never dimming. Gabriel, the messenger with silver wings that shimmer like a waterfall of light. Sariel, the keeper of secrets with dark purple wings that hold shadows of mystery. Raguel, justice with silver-gold wings that are always balanced. And Remiel, hope with rainbow wings that change color according to the emotions he feels.

They stood in a perfect circle, their light intertwining like a living network of stars, forming a pattern of harmony that could not be understood by the creatures below.

"Lucifer’s Spear of Light... has been taken," Michael said softly, his voice like the echo of a heavenly bell that never faded, but this time there was a deeper tone of caution that was rarely heard. His flaming sword trembled faintly, as if responding to an old threat that had resurfaced.

Raphael nodded, his healing wings swaying gently like leaves touched by the morning breeze.

"I can feel it. That pure, holy aura is shining again, but mixed with something new. It fell into the hands of an angel, but that angel is not connected to the heavenly realm. That angel is... disconnected. Separated. But still holy."

Gabriel, the messenger, his eyes were bright blue like a cloudless sky.

"Lucifer was once the strongest among us. We have always been wary of anything related to him. That spear is a remnant of his untouched light, the last artifact that is truly pure from the time before his fall. Who would dare take it now? And why now, right after the fusion of worlds?"

The room trembled slightly, the light on the walls shining brighter as if responding to their hidden anger. The Seven Great Policies never expressed their anger openly; it was like a calm storm that destroyed everything in its path.

Uriel, the fire of wisdom, closed his eyes. His red wings burned brighter. "I will track him down."

Their minds united instantly, like a river of light flowing through all layers of the world. They traversed the hell of the seven deadly sins, the underworld of 72 demons, even the underworld of the Greek Pantheon beneath Persephone, who stared back at them with a cold, challenging gaze. But there was no trace. The spear seemed to vanish in a place beyond the reach of the Simurgh Library, the repository of ancient knowledge that even heaven could not fully see, for it was shielded by the will of the world before all things fell and rose again.

Michael opened his eyes, his expression sharpening like his newly sharpened sword.

"Not found. Anyone who takes it... is protected by something stronger than us. Stronger than Lucifer himself."

Raphael shook his head slowly, his emerald green wings swaying as if calming a storm that had not yet come.

"This is not a good thing. Lucifer fell because of an imbalance between light and darkness. If that spear falls into the wrong hands, or worse, into balanced hands that choose a path different from divine will, then the balance we have maintained for millennia could be shattered."

They paused for a moment, their lights intertwining more closely, forming a more complex pattern, like a safety net being reinforced.

"We’ll wait," Michael finally said, his voice firm but calculated. "But if that light shines in the wrong place... we step in. No compromise."

Gabriel shakes his head slowly, his silver wings fluttering like the wind that brings bad news.

"That’s true. But we must send some other angels down to earth. Especially since the earth has now become larger after merging with other realms of the underworld, hell, and layers of myths that were once separate. Now legendary creatures, gods, and demons can more easily reappear on earth, although there are still limitations imposed by the will of the new world. We must also begin to unite and gather the faithful again. The Vatican has disappeared, the remaining faithful are scattered, lost. They need a sign that the light of heaven has not been extinguished."

The room echoed with the sound of the holy wind blowing even harder, as if heaven itself agreed. The light on the wall pulsed like a giant heart getting ready.

Uriel opened his eyes, their red light blazing like fire ready to devour everything.

"The Earth is now like an arena for the ancient gods. If we don’t act, the balance will be disrupted even further."

Michael nodded, his flaming sword glowing brighter until the entire hall felt hot, though it remained sacred.

"Send the lower-level angels first. Let them watch from the shadows. Find out who holds the spear. And remind the remaining faithful: the light of heaven has not been extinguished. If necessary, we will descend with wings spread wide."