Only God
Chapter 450 - 395: You Are Destined Not to Get Everything You Pursue

Chapter 450: Chapter 395: You Are Destined Not to Get Everything You Pursue

Mira often reminisced about the time she had spent with Anos.

Though, compared to her long life, it was unimaginably brief.

As if a huge cloud had crossed the sky, the sun briefly departing from the clouds, taking away all dreams with it.

On the sky of her soul, only dark clouds remained, a beautiful opera that turned to nothingness as the curtain fell.

Mira stared intently at Anos.

"Anos, is this really what you wanted?!"

On the long stairway, Anos looked at her expressionlessly,

"Mira, I even begged God not to let this happen.

But you still stood against me.

Now I tell you once more, this is all my will, you should leave."

Mira was unmoved by Anos’s advice.

She stepped forward, carrying the Light Blade and Thunder Spear, her wings flapping as she soared away.

The shared Emperor did not move, raising a hand, and on the spacious stairway, hundreds of Thunder Spears rose from the ground, forming a cage built of shimmering lightning that appeared abruptly, the sound of thunder tearing through the air, the eyes filled with a pallid hue.

The Thunder Cage ensnared Mira, who leaped upwards, her wings beating furiously, trying to escape the confines of the Thunder Cage at great speed, but contrary to her wishes, she suddenly found the Thunder Spears extending in an instant, the vicious lightning forming a net in mid-air, engulfing her within.

Like a bird fluttering in a cage.

Anos’s outstretched hand began to close in, and the terrifying Thunder Cage contracted with it, the space around filled with Thunder Threads, bursting forth in tree-root-like ferocious forms, threatening to split Mira entirely alive.

At last, the shared Emperor clenched his hand inward.

The Thunder Cage smashed closed at an unimaginable speed, the process so fast it couldn’t even be caught by the naked eye.

Mira’s figure flashed suddenly, turning into a streak of light, making a folded leap out, narrowly escaping from the Thunder Cage’s grasp at the critical moment.

However, Anos’s offensive did not subside, but grew more intense, with a wave of his hand, thunderstorms appeared on each stair, the thunderous roar rolling down to cover the whole stairway, which darkened from pale to black as Mira, holding the Light Blade and Thunder Spear, leapt into mid-air to dodge, while Anos had already anticipated this, extending another hand with fingertips flickering with Thunder Threads.

Mira felt the vibrations of the Thunder Spear in her hand, her pupils constricting sharply.

She hastily discarded the Thunder Spear, but it was too late, the pale flashing lightning of the Thunder Spear exploded in an instant, thousands of tree-like Thunder Threads thunderously sweeping over her!

Mira’s soul was tearing apart, the Thunder Threads drilling into her soul, constantly exploding, like being scorched by countless ants, the agonizing pain washing over Mira’s mind, yet she kept her lips tightly sealed, without uttering a sound.

Her wings on her back grew feeble, like an angel with broken wings plummeting from mid-air, her form utterly disheveled, until she fell on the stairway.

Anos walked down the stairs toward her, step by step, asking with a sneer:

"Envoy, the light of Heaven, why have you fallen?"

Mira propped herself up with both hands, Thunder Threads still raging within her soul, she groaned softly, her body slumping down, almost falling once again.

"Look at all we are enduring now, Mira."

There was a wistful tone in Anos’s voice,

"If, back at the opera house, you had been willing to follow me..."

Mira, struggling to stand, stared at Anos,

"No, I wouldn’t have. Anos, it should be you following me."

The shared Emperor’s glance revealed a hint of pity, like a victor looking at a struggling trapped beast,

"What can you do now?

The path I must walk is right at my feet, trailing behind me."

Mira breathed heavily, exerting all her strength to mend her torn soul.

She slowly articulated:

"It’s not there, it’s not there..."

Anos asked with a cold laugh:

"Then where is it?"

Mira raised the Light Blade in her hand,

"Here with me."

Her voice was low, like a dying breath.

Anos felt no sympathy for the Envoy. Ever since Mira had resolved to stand against her, their fate had been sealed.

Anos merely sighed.

She had tested the waters time and again, she remembered a night when the darkness in the living room was thick with silence, her sweat-soaked clothes dry and stiff, never before had she experienced such peace.

In such a uniquely peaceful night, her cautious probing had marked it as a love bitter and hard to relish.

Now all the past had turned to smoke, the girl no longer had the power to dominate her will nor to uphold the heavens above her.

"Look at yourself, Mira,"

"You are so frail, you’ve paid so much for your delusions."

"The Heavenly Road you speak of has been trampled, your past affections are worthless before me."

Her scoffing, mocking, it was all part of her sighing.

Anos would not forget how she had sighed in front of Mira, lamenting that out of thousands of places in the world, she happened to fall beside her.

Those coincidences seemed like destiny itself, inevitably making one sigh.

Anos knew that sighing now was, after all, better than being obsessed with nostalgia for the days gone by.

Anyway, she and Mira could never go back to the past.

The Co-Emperor took steps forward, once again gathering a Thunder Spear in her hand, its pallor terrifying, with tree-like Thunder Threads flickering in and out of existence.

"Let it end this way, Mira."

"It’s not that you abandoned me, it’s that I have abandoned you."

Abandonment...

Such an easily spoken yet jarring word.

Merely hearing it was enough to fill one with boundless sorrow.

Mira remembered, from the distant legends, when the end of days came, someone had abandoned Him, that seemingly trivial utterance cutting deeper than all injuries of yore.

With wounds all over and blood on her face, she felt the same sorrow now.

Anos approached Mira, the girl who claimed to be God’s Messenger, so weak.

Mira watched Anos, as she came closer step by step, coming to take her life.

She spoke slowly:

"Look behind you, Anos."

The Co-Emperor said:

"What?"

Mira gripped her Light Blade and said unhurriedly:

"Haven’t you noticed?

Haven’t you wondered?

Why your Ascension ritual is so slow, why the steps beneath your feet have yet to extend to the Golden Hall..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Anos’s movements became stiff.

She turned her head awkwardly, unable to imagine, and looked towards the deep crimson Historical Star.

There, the Primordial Will at its depths, only thin strands of Primordial Power were being drawn out, insignificant compared to the needs of the Ascension ceremony, like a grain of sand in the vast ocean.

"What in the world is going on?!"

She finally realized the source of her unease.

"Still don’t understand, Anos?"

Mira cruelly declared:

"You are doomed never to obtain all that you seek."