Chapter 254 It seems my banquet has come to an end.
The little gray-haired boy's fingertips trembled slightly.
A pale golden power of time spread from her palm, slowly enveloping the tombstone in front of her.
The tombstone that Heather had guarded for a thousand years began to crack and collapse under the erosion of time.
The entire space trembled violently, and rubble mixed with dust tumbled down from above with astonishing force.
After the smoke and dust cleared, a dark and deep passage leading to the final battlefield suddenly appeared before our eyes.
"I and this world will remain here... until I reunite with you."
Little Gray took a deep breath and stepped into the cold passage.
Heather's soft, tender whispers instantly reached her ears, landing clearly in her heart.
Like all the steadfast members of the Golden Family, Hathaway firmly believed from beginning to end that Little Grey would return as scheduled.
I am even more convinced that the dawn that breaks through the darkness will eventually descend upon this land.
Little Gray Fur walked steadily along the passage, the ethereal singing in his ears becoming clearer and clearer.
The singing grew louder and louder, gradually dispelling the deathly silence in the passageway.
Turning the last corner, a breathtaking yet desolate scene came into view for Little Gray Fur.
This place is a devastated ruin, with not a drop of seawater in the air, yet crystal-clear bubbles keep rising to the surface.
Countless tiny, shimmering blue fish swam freely and slowly in mid-air.
At the end of the line of sight is a broken stone platform, which has been transformed into a giant, lonely stage.
Little Grey immediately spotted Heather in the center of the stage.
She was floating quietly in mid-air, surrounded by a soft, gentle light.
Fish shimmering with warm light swirled around her body.
Heather's singing voice is light and melodious, like still waves gently soothing the restlessness in one's heart.
The singing voice has an extremely strong penetrating power, and every note strikes hard at the heart.
Every thought that stirred Little Gray Fur's emotions made her unconsciously slow her pace.
"The last demigod... I've come."
Little Gray Hair snapped out of his daze and strode toward the stage.
Beneath their feet lay a road paved with dragon bones, leading directly to the place of self-bondage of Hazel.
While traveling, she accidentally picked up a book.
But at that moment, his heart was filled with the urgency to rush to see his deceased friend, and he had no time to carefully read the handwriting.
After putting it away, she strode towards the center of the stage, each step filled with eager anticipation.
Listening to Heather's melodious singing voice so close to her, every step she took felt like it was landing on her own heart.
"Forward, for the wishes of the world!"
On the way forward, a familiar and gentle voice suddenly entered Little Gray's ears.
A semi-transparent, illusory memory slowly appeared in front of her.
It was Virginia, the "Windsong Lady" who followed Crydella in her campaigns across the land.
The little gray-haired creature nodded slightly to the illusory figure, then continued walking forward without pausing.
The heavy, illusory figure of "Stone-Drawing Lord" Apollonius followed closely behind, speaking in a clear voice:
"Forward, for the duty to save the world!"
The phantom of "Lord Winter Rain" Seneca seemed to dance, shouting, "Forward, for the belief of chasing fire!"
The phantom of "Broken Edge Lord" Labinus, exuding a chilling aura, roared, "Forward, for the glorious golden blood!"
As the phantom images of the Golden Race appeared one after another before his eyes, they gradually dissipated into tiny specks of light.
Little Grey instantly understood, comprehending the obsessions of these heroic spirits.
These people were sacrificed here by Krydera and buried in this land.
They may resent Crydella's ruthlessness and decisiveness, but they have never resented her initial choice.
They died here and will rest here forever. Even if their souls are scattered, they will always follow their king and that ideal, never betraying him.
Little Gray Hair ran forward with all his might, following the direction in which the heroes' phantoms disappeared.
It was more like a miniature relay race across life and death, until she ran with all her might to the end of the road.
On the steps leading to the stage, Little Gray saw another incredibly familiar petite figure.
That was Caesar, Cerydella, and all the kings of the Golden Clan, who silently guarded this inevitable path.
She went further than those golden descendants who were sacrificed, but ultimately stopped at the bottom of the steps.
Despite exhausting all her efforts, she was unable to reach the final stage and dance with the waiting Heather.
But without exception, all of these heroic spirits became Little Gray's guides.
They guided her step by step, leading her steadfastly to the final stage.
"Forward!"
Even in her final moments, Cerberus remained upright, like a proud and unapproachable king.
She gave the final command in a deep voice to the little gray-haired boy running towards her.
The little gray-haired creature passed through the dissipating pale golden halo of Krydella's phantom and steadily stepped onto this enormous stage.
She slowly walked to the foot of Heather, stopped, and looked up at her quietly.
Heather gently clasped her hands together and pressed them against her chest, her expression devout and tender.
Softly glowing fish swam around her body, leaping and dancing joyfully.
Heather's face was stunningly beautiful, with gentle eyes and brows, instantly making Little Grey's heart race and flutter.
Just as Little Grey was captivated by her beauty and immersed in her beautiful singing,
A stream of clear water appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a smooth ring that encircled the little gray fur's waist.
The water flow gently lifted her up, taking her off the ground.
The little gray-haired boy was filled with surprise, his eyes darting around in a flustered manner.
I stared blankly at the swirling water around me and the pretty little fish swimming among it.
Before long, the gentle ring of water carried her and slowly brought her to Heather's side.
Looking at Heather, who was so close and within reach, her panicked heart gradually calmed down.
After arriving in this world, all she saw were false illusions and lingering memories.
Every time she reached out to grab the person she cared about, they would eventually disappear from her sight.
In this oppressive and lifeless world, she finally met a living, breathing person.
Little Grey felt both nervous and excited. He slowly raised his trembling hand, wanting to touch Heather in front of him.
But before her fingertips could touch Heather's nose, everything came to an abrupt end.
Just like when the two first met, Hazel reached out her slender hand and gently touched the little gray hair's lips.
It instantly stopped all her next actions.
"It seems my banquet has come to an end."
With a gentle smile, Hazel looked quietly at the little gray-haired creature in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, she gently pushed the little gray hair with her fingertip, and with agile movements like a swimming fish, she gracefully swam away into the distance.
"Well then, it's your turn to perform."
As Heather's melodious and serene voice slowly faded away.
Suddenly, a gigantic whale of enormous size appeared behind her.
The whale suddenly opened its enormous maw, revealing a pitch-black, scarlet-red void that exuded endless eeriness.
Before Little Gray could react, what was going on?
The giant whale suddenly gulped her down, swallowing her whole without warning.
The next second, Little Gray felt his whole body being completely submerged in the icy, bone-chilling seawater.
His body was out of control, and he sank rapidly toward the endless depths of the sea.
The immense pressure of the seawater engulfed her, making her feel uncomfortable all over, with chest tightness, shortness of breath, and difficulty breathing.
At that moment, a nimble figure swam quickly to her side.
Hazel held her cold hands tightly, her eyes full of tenderness and certainty.
Sensing that Little Grey Fur was struggling to withstand the terrifying pressure of the deep sea, Hazel immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.
Then, carrying her, like a nimble fish, they swiftly dived into the deeper parts of the sea.
The two sank together into the dark seabed, where terrifying water pressure and impact rushed towards them.
But all the coldness and discomfort were completely worn away by the softness and warmth in Heather's arms.
Once the oppressive feeling around them completely disappeared, the two of them leaped out of the water like fish leaping over the dragon gate.
Little Grey slowly opened his eyes, staring at Heather in shock.
To her surprise, the two of them seemed to be slowly falling from the sky.
Heather opened her arms and firmly embraced Little Grey's arm, the two of them suspending in mid-air.
What appeared before Little Gray was that mysterious and illusory vortex of creation.
This familiar place, which she had visited more than once, now had most of the embers above it lit.
Only in her hand remained the long-dormant flame of the Titan of the Underworld, quietly waiting to be ignited...
(End of chapter)