An unknown power invaded her body, just like when Ophitia touched her Moon Mark. But this time, perhaps because they were close to another Seal, her body was forced to accept even more of the Demon King’s power. It surged through her like a flood breaching a dam, stimulating her body intensely. Just as Avira felt she could barely keep her eyes open, the sensation finally eased.
She felt as though her body no longer belonged to her—it was completely occupied by Ophitia.
Then, Ophitia embraced her delicate frame from behind, placing both hands on her waist. The Moon Mark on Avira’s slightly bulging belly began to glow. As her body grew hotter and hotter, Avira couldn’t help but close her eyes, sensing Ophitia’s gift and blessing to her.
Was this the ending she wanted?
Avira’s consciousness blurred as she continuously questioned herself. In her daze, she heard Ophitia’s words.
“I will help you…”
Then, when she opened her eyes, the scene around her had completely changed.
She was in a bedroom with an old table, peeling walls, and a warm fireplace. In front of her, a cute silver-haired little girl was sleeping soundly, and Avira’s hand was clutching the edge of the blanket, as if she had just covered the girl with it.
She subconsciously let go of her hand and recognized that the five- or six-year-old girl before her was Aina… She had clearly returned to the past.
Of course, this wasn’t actual time travel. Avira touched her belly, confirming there was no developing Dragon Egg inside.
So, this must be some kind of consciousness space, or mental world.
Normally, Ophitia would complete the trial here and absorb all the power and memories from the Seal.
Now, Avira had been pulled into Ophitia’s trial.
But the trial content she had read about in books was simple, like taking an exam in a simulated battlefield.
Yet the little girl before her, Aina, and this small house were all vividly presented, just like a real world.
She glanced at the mirror nearby. The girl in the mirror had a pair of pure white silver wings, a faintly visible golden halo above her head, and eyes filled with divinity. Her appearance was identical to Avira’s… Even though she had hatched from an egg, she had grown much faster than Aina.
Avira pinched her own cheek.
“Hmm, it seems pretty realistic~”
She stood up and found that her body felt even lighter than in the real world—it wasn’t just the absence of pregnancy.
“Sis…”
Aina rolled over, making a childish purring sound like a sleeping kitten.
On the round table by the bed was a single serving of eggs and bacon, which seemed to be what she had just made.
Right then, Avira heard the Holy Sword’s voice.
“Saintess, you are currently within Lady Ophitia’s Seal. This is a cycle of thoughts and consciousness—the most powerful Seal you once imagined.”
“What is the way to break the Seal?” Avira wasn’t surprised. Having accompanied her through countless reincarnations, the Holy Sword was naturally knowledgeable.
“The way to break the Seal is to awaken the Ophitia of this world, making her realize that the outside world is still turning while she is sealed.”
“Breaking the Seal will restore Ophitia’s memories?” Avira tried to probe.
But the Holy Sword answered irrelevantly: “Right now, you need to leave this house immediately. For the time being, follow your past self’s actions to avoid the butterfly effect interfering with history. Don’t worry—I will guide you.”
“Okay.”
Before leaving, Avira glanced at the sleeping Aina, then gently closed the door.
She was wearing a white little dress. Ignoring her stunning appearance and wings, she looked like a normal girl from a wealthy family. But the village they lived in wasn’t extravagant. Just as she stepped out, she saw bustling streets filled with carriages and the lively hustle and bustle.
“This is the eastern village?” Avira felt like she had been here before.
“Yes. Now you must go to the western region. There is an Emperor God’s Ruins amid the mountain clusters there.”
“Why? If I go there, what about Aina? Holy Sword, you really know a lot, don’t you?”
“…”
Since it had said so much, Avira had no choice but to comply.
She wouldn’t interfere with the original course of history. For example, if she woke Aina now, her departure would be exposed, triggering a chain of events.
She flapped her wings and soared into the sky amid the adoring gazes of the humans, flying toward the distant west.
It was early morning now, with the sky turning fish-belly white on the horizon, but the high altitude wasn’t refreshing at all—it was muggy and hot.
“Holy Sword, have I gotten stronger?” Avira asked out of boredom.
“Unlike Aina, your past self was a powerful Angel.”
“…”
“Your current power is the strongest in this world.”
Avira understood, of course. She could sense that even without the Demon King’s aid, she was now far more skilled in combat than her real-world self.
For her, confirming how many Silver Feathers she had was the best way to gauge her combat strength.
She tried to sense it, and the result shocked her so much she nearly fainted.
Simply put, her current power couldn’t be measured by Silver Feathers.
Normally, Avira’s fighting style involved summoning feathers and turning them into attacks.
She would “shatter” feathers for powerful bursts of offense or recovery, or shape them into weapons and magic barriers…
But now, she could shatter feathers without limit, as if they were infinite.
What was once a desperate, all-or-nothing trump card had become her standard move.
In simple terms, her basic attacks were now ultimate moves.
And her current self should be on par with Ophitia, which meant…
“Could Ophitia be this strong too?”
“You’ll have to experience it yourself to know.”
A few minutes later, Avira found the mountain range and realized it seemed to correspond to the Blood Clan Territory in reality.
However, the mountains here were completely different from the real world. Rivers and waterfalls were everywhere, thin mist enshrouded the peaks, and wild animals howled from all directions—it was a vibrant landscape painting.
“4,000 meters ahead is the destination.”
“Are there other enemies around?” Avira asked.
The Holy Sword seemed speechless: “Aside from the Demon King, no one is your enemy.”
Avira could already sense it.
The Emperor God was theoretically the ruler of this world—a true deity, surpassing even Angels.
Some said the Hero was an incarnation of the Emperor God’s consciousness, which was a blatant insult to the Emperor God.
Sure enough, beside a conspicuous cave, not a blade of grass grew, as if separated by a barrier.
Avira flew inside. Even in the pitch-black cave, she could see clearly.
After walking about fifty steps forward, there was a downward staircase. Continuing down led to a vast space. At the end of the path was a pointed building floating in the air, resembling a… shrine.
Avira didn’t understand why she had abandoned her sister to come to this godforsaken place. She hadn’t taken a few steps when a vague, indistinct female voice echoed through the space:
“You’ve come to see me again, Avira.”
