Chapter 115: The End of Fate
The unstoppable destruction continued to spread across Solor and the Abyss, a catastrophe of unimaginable scale.
The return of the “Day of Divine Advent” had plunged all living beings into a state of panic, the shadow of the apocalypse looming over them.
A rain of silver-white, destructive flame fell from the gloomy sky, accompanied by the tremor of thunder and lightning, a scene of hellish, divine punishment.
The avatar of God stood before Bai, her expression calm, patient.
The eons of solitude she had endured were far longer than the time “Bai” had spent in the Place of Divine Advent.
And Bai was also looking at her, or rather, at the rules, the authority, she represented.
Of all the beings who had faced God, Bai was the only one who could see her true nature. Even her mother could not.
And because of that, the one and only chance to slay God was in her hands.
“Severance.”
Bai reached out, touching the avatar of God, forged from a destructive flame.
The all-consuming flame was harmless to her. A strange, cool, yet warm, sensation flowed from her hands.
“Severance?” God’s thoughts were filled with confusion. “Due to your nature as a perfect fusion of the will of the world and a destructive god, I cannot see your thoughts. Therefore, the severance you speak of is…”
“From the depths of the rules, to sever the rules,” Bai replied softly.
In that moment, she finally understood why her mother had watched as her Promised Land had been consumed by destruction, had become the Place of Divine Advent.
Even though her mother couldn’t see God’s true nature, she had guessed a part of it, and had set in motion a game that had spanned countless eons.
The destructive God, her rule, her very essence, was to destroy everything.
The key was “everything.” Without an “everything” to be destroyed, the destructive God could not exist.
That was why, every time she reawakened, she would appear in a new world.
Like the destroyed “Place of Divine Advent,” it had become a void, and could no longer sustain her existence.
Because this rule was the essence of her being. She represented destruction.
The reason the destructive God could not be truly killed was because the “everything” she was meant to destroy still existed.
If one day, all of creation were to become a void… the destructive God would also cease to exist, her rule, her purpose, gone.
But that was impossible. Because with destruction, there was also creation.
So, the destructive God was eternal.
She knew this. That was why she had no hope of truly dying.
But hearing Bai’s words, she felt a flicker of fear, a fear she had never experienced before, an emotion she had never known.
“How pathetic, Mother. Both you and I…” Bai said softly, her head held high.
But the mother she referred to, whether it was God, or “Bai,” or both, was unclear.
“Our fates, in this moment, will both come to an end, Mother.”
She closed her eyes, and, opening her arms, she embraced the avatar of God.
God’s instincts told her to avoid the embrace, even if it was just her avatar.
But she suppressed those instincts, and let Bai embrace her, her body of destructive flame.
And as she held the avatar, her silver-white hair floated up, turning a brilliant gold, a blinding light in the dark, silent destruction domain.
“This is… the power of the will of the world!”
God recognized the source of the power, inherited from the deceased will of the Place of Divine Advent.
A silent Word of Command, and the world, on the brink of destruction, erupted with an unimaginable power, binding the rules of God to this avatar, and for a brief moment, the avatar became her true form.
“Even so, as long as the existence that is the basis of my rules is not destroyed… I am immortal.”
God’s thoughts once again appeared in Bai’s mind, but this time, there was a hint of fear.
The destructive God, who had sought destruction, now, in the face of true destruction, could not suppress her own fear.
“Therefore, I will, from the depths of the rules, sever the rules.”
Bai, embracing God, smiled.
She opened her eyes and looked at Solor and the Abyss, her gaze sweeping across the land.
“Goodbye, Lin Yan.”
“Goodbye, Leticia.”
“Goodbye, Isabelle.”
“Goodbye, Eleanor.”
“Goodbye, Shaya.”
“And…”
A small figure, sleeping peacefully in a lullaby, her pale, small hand limp.
“Farewell, Ara.”
In that instant, the cataclysm ceased. The destructive domain that had been spreading across the Abyss vanished.
The dark, oppressive clouds dissipated, the shadow of destruction gone.
The last of the world’s will bound the existence of God, and Bai, with her, fell into the void of the Place of Divine Advent.
Yes, the destructive God could not be killed, because the rules did not allow it.
But… in those rules, there was a single, almost imperceptible, loophole.
“Everything.”
The destructive God’s purpose was to destroy everything.
But what if… in that “everything,” there was something that could not be destroyed?
“Bai” had used this loophole, had created Bai, a being born from the rules of destruction, yet possessing the will of a living being… to sever God’s rule.
As long as she existed in a world, the destructive God could not completely destroy it, could not fall back into a deep slumber, to reawaken in the next world.
And the Place of Divine Advent, which existed only in the void, was the perfect vessel for this plan.
Bai, with God, had fallen into the Place of Divine Advent, and in this world, where only Bai existed, the destructive God could never reach the end of her rule, could be forever trapped, and thus, “slain.”
The Place of Divine Advent, and Bai, were the true “God-Slaying Weapon.”
“God, Mother, I did it.”
Bai opened her eyes, and as she felt the raging, destructive rules around her, she smiled.
And as she smiled, tears streamed down her face.
She had reached the end of her long journey, had embraced her fate.
The fate of a God-Slaying Weapon.
The death of God, a thing that had never been.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear treasure…”
“Close your eyes, forget your sorrow.”
“The moon is high, the night dream descends.”
“Good night, good night, answer the call of the dream, and rest in its warmth…”
