"No, don't agree to her, Eileen!"

Upon hearing this, Fran shouted at Eileen, but Hera pressed her head down heavily with one hand.

"Franko..."

Eileen's hand, holding the shards of glass, trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Fran was pinned down by Hera, and sword energy began to emanate from his body as he slashed at Hera.

Because Hera was practically kneeling on Fran, the two were very close, and the sword energy not only injured Hera but also Fran himself.

Large and small wounds kept appearing on his body.

Although these wounds are nothing to Hera, if she continues like this and her energy consumption is too great, she may not be able to hold Fran down.

A bone whip emerged from behind and pierced Fran's thigh.

"ah!"

"Franko!"

Eileen wanted to go over, feeling sorry for her, but Hera called her back.

“If you don’t make a choice, I’ll kill him.”

"Kill him, and even if you slit your own throat, I'll find a way to bring you back to life."

Of course, Hera was lying to her about that, but given their relationship, Hera was willing to bet that Irene wouldn't watch Fran die.

"No, don't agree to her..."

Fran was sweating profusely, his face contorted in pain, but he still tried to dissuade Eileen.

*Pfft!*

Another bone whip pierced his other thigh, and this time Eileen dared not hesitate any longer.

"I promise you won't hurt my brother again!"

Eileen let go, and the glass shards slid to the ground and shattered.

His eyes were fixed on Fran, full of apology.

"I'm sorry, brother..."

Hera cut off the two bone whips that had pierced Fran and left them on Fran's thighs to immobilize him.

He then walked towards Eileen.

"No...no!"

Fran crawled desperately toward Eileen with his bare hands, but the two bone whips were like steel shackles, holding him firmly in place.

Herla reached out and picked up Eileen, who obediently cooperated with her eyes closed.

One building after another flies in the air, connecting the platform with the eyes in the sky, forming a staircase connecting the two.

Hera, carrying Eileen, ran quickly up the steps.

As she ran up the steps, Eileen suddenly opened her eyes.

"I don't know what will happen to me later, but can you please not let my brother die?"

Eileen looked at Hera pleadingly, her face streaked with tears.

Hera nodded slightly, slowing her pace from running to walking, because she was now only a few meters away from the eye.

Seeing this, Fran hardened his heart and used his sword energy to slash at the bone whip nailed to the ground, cutting off a piece of his own flesh along with it.

Despite the excruciating pain, he scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the two women using his sword energy.

Hera glanced back and saw that the arms holding Eileen slowly grew longer, reaching towards her eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Eileen, watching her slowly disappear into him.

Before her own figure completely disappeared from sight, Eileen turned to look at Fran, tears streaming down her face, and smiled as she spoke, "Brother, thank you. You must live well for me..."

"No—! Eileen!"

A gust of wind surged outwards from the eye like an explosion.

Hera and Fran were blasted away at the same time and landed on the platform.

The eye in the sky seemed to collapse at this moment and began to slowly dissipate, turning into wisps of blue light.

However, these blue lights did not disperse in the air, but gathered together.

The translucent blue light accumulated and coalesced into a cluster of light.

The ball of light drifted down onto the platform like a feather.

Within the ball of light, an angelic figure appeared and disappeared, with a pair of pure white and enormous wings extending out.

The ball of light dissipated, revealing a creature, whether human or god, standing there with its eyes closed.

The figure resembled an angel, possessing a pair of enormous, snow-white wings.

Each white feather is like a meticulously carved piece of jade, and it even has some translucency when illuminated by sunlight.

Her pure white hair was slightly curled like clouds, as light as if it had no weight.

There were also rings of faint, dragon-scale-like feather runes around the neck.

"Eileen?"

Fran stared blankly at the person in front of him, his eyes and tone filled with disbelief.

He looks exactly like Eileen!

The angelic girl slowly opened her eyes, and there was no white in her eyes or pupils.

The two eyes seemed to contain the entire universe, filled with stars and darkness.

He raised his fair hand and looked at it.

The wrists are covered in dragon-scale-like feathers, just like the neck, and the five fingernails are long, thin, and curved, looking somewhat like bird claws at first glance.

Hera and Fran stared at Him in disbelief.

Even though it's the same height, looking at Him feels like looking up at him.

He looked into Hera's starry eyes, and Hera instinctively trembled.

He walked with ethereal steps to Hera, extending his hand, which was like a work of art.

"Can I have a knife?"

He spoke human language, and his voice was very similar to Eileen's, but with a touch of divinity and ethereal wailing.

Hera did not refuse; instead, a long bone knife grew from her palm and she handed it to the other person.

He took the knife, threw it into the air, and then stretched out his arm.

The blade spun as it fell, slashing straight at His outstretched arm.

Just as the blade was about to strike, the arm miraculously slipped through the gap as it spun and landed on the platform.

He smiled with pleasure, quite satisfied with the result.

"As expected, passive abilities can be inherited."

He looked at his hands and liked them more and more.

Fran staggered to his feet and limped toward Him.

"What do you mean by this? What do you mean passive abilities can be inherited? What are you going to do to Eileen?!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and even tried to reach out and grab Him, but Hera stopped him by pressing him down.

This was also for Fran's own good, after all, he had promised Eileen that he wouldn't let Fran die.

He slowly turned his head to look at Fran, his eyes revealing a hint of reluctance and heartache.

This made Fran feel a little dazed, as if the person in front of him was his Eileen.

He gently beckoned Hera to release him.

Hera released her grip, and Fran immediately stood up, staring at the person in front of him who looked exactly like Irene.

"Are you... still Eileen?"

His voice trembled with fear; he feared that Eileen was dead, that the girl who had been with him for years would leave him today.

He slowly shook his head. "Don't worry, Eileen is not dead."

But before Fran could even breathe a sigh of relief, He spoke apologetically again.

"He has now merged with me."

"What?!"

Seeing the other party's incredulous expression, he nodded as if it were perfectly reasonable.

"That's right, we've merged. You can think of it as her and me becoming symbiotic."

However, in typical symbiotic relationships between different species and humans, the human is the primary entity and the other species exerts influence.

The primary consciousness and thought processes are still human.

But I do the exact opposite, focusing on my own consciousness and thinking, with humanity as the influence.