Shadow Isle, Heavenly Altar, two hours until the Beacon Tower rises.
Scáthach raised her arms and placed the last cornerstone of heaven on the pillar of the altar, saying softly, "It's done."
The Primordial Angel Shields folded her wings and slowly descended to the ground. Looking at the magnificent, pale blue altar before her, she murmured, "This is a sign of creation."
The Demon Lord Matheras crawled out of the fissure in the earth and stood respectfully behind Scáthach, saying, "This is also the sanctuary where our masters fulfilled their long-cherished wishes."
Scáthach slowly extended her palm, and the light from the altar gradually brightened, causing the entire island to tremble slightly.
"Three soul altars, thirty thousand soul steles, and thirty hundred million soul runes together constitute the heavenly kingdom we know today."
"When living beings die, their souls will no longer wander alone; the altar will guide them to heaven."
Shields then spoke up: "Creator, there are some things regarding soul guidance..."
Scáthach: "What?"
Shields: "The whole world has seen a surge in deaths recently, and souls are wandering everywhere like a flood that has burst its banks."
“I, Matheras, and all the angels and demons have tried our best to guide the souls, but many souls are still imprisoned or even disappeared…”
Scáthach: "Because of the necromancers?"
Shields: "Yes, the undead are slaughtering living beings, extracting the souls of their victims, and turning their bodies into mindless zombies, which has seriously threatened Heaven."
Flames rose from Matheras's palms as he snarled, "My master, at your command, we will declare war on the undead! The wrath of hell and the holy light of heaven will burn away those vile worms, and all souls will return to the glory of heaven..."
Scáthach: "Don't fight the undead."
...
Why not fight the undead?
Shields and Mathernas wondered if they had misheard.
Shields asked hesitantly, "Creator? Didn't you just say... we shouldn't fight the undead?"
Scáthach nodded and said, "I hope you will do your best to save souls from the undead, but on the condition that you do not become enemies with the undead."
Matheras said urgently, "Master, the souls of creatures killed by the undead are completely absorbed and eventually disappear. If we don't fight against them, we can only take away the souls of those who have died of old age and sickness, and the number of souls in the world will become less and less."
Scáthach: "Those souls didn't disappear..."
Shields and Mathernas exchanged a glance, and asked in unison, "So where did they go?"
Scáthach did not answer that question, but instead asked the two of them, "How many souls has Heaven accepted so far?"
Shields: "If we only count humanoid beings, then the number of their souls in heaven exceeds 95 million; but if we count all the souls of all beings residing in heaven, then the number may be close to 10 billion."
Scáthach closed her eyes and calculated for a moment, then said softly, "That's enough."
Shields looked puzzled: "Enough?"
Scáthach: "Recall all the angels and demons who guide souls in the outside world."
Matheras was taken aback: "Summon everyone back? What about those wandering souls? They'll just become food for the undead."
Scáthach turned her head and looked into the distance: "Do as I say."
Shields and Matheras had only questions in their minds, but they still chose to obey orders, bowing respectfully as they left.
After the two had walked away, a voice like muffled thunder echoed in Scáthach's ears.
"It's about to begin."
Scáthach nodded slightly: "Yes, Leviathan, it will begin soon."
Leviathan: "Unlike countless previous failures, this time we are prepared."
Scáthach looked at the massive altar in the Shadow Kingdom and said, "I don't think this is a 'perfect' preparation; it's more like an adventure."
Leviathan: "Do you want to see your hard work destroyed again? Even the most perfect creation cannot escape the fate of struggle and destruction. Without limits, there is no future."
Scáthach: "Do you really believe that heaven is a panacea for saving the species?"
Leviathan: "This is a beginning, at least an attempt... The worst outcome is simply returning to square one."
Scáthach: "..."
Leviathan: "When the world is reborn and the sun rises again, the souls in heaven will be selected and, through our power, return to earth once more..."
Scáthach suddenly interrupted Leviathan: "And what about Todd?"
Leviathan was silent for a moment before speaking: "If he can win the War of the Chosen Ones, then this world will enter a great era."
Scáthach: "What if he loses?"
Leviathan: "Then he will once again enter the cycle of reincarnation... slumber... awakening... memories... awakening..."
Scáthach: "It's like a tragedy that keeps repeating itself."
Leviathan: "No, breaking the curse of species extinction is like his mission. Through repeated failures, he is gradually approaching the end of the truth."
Scáthach closed her eyes, a slight tremor hidden in her calm voice: "But no one knows whether this attempt by Heaven will be another failure?"
Leviathan's voice suddenly rose: "If we give up simply because of failure, then we will never succeed. The existence of Heaven gives us the opportunity to intervene in the fate of species extinction. The inherent flaws of creation will be thoroughly brought back on track through Heaven's repeated selection and correction!"
As soon as Leviathan finished speaking, a piercing roar came from the seabed near Shadow Isle.
The seawater churned and changed color, and the earth shook violently.
The once calm sea gradually began to surge with ever-growing waves, like boiling water gushing from the bottom of a pot.
Scáthach gazed at the raging sea and said softly, "It has begun."
For the first time, a hint of unease crept into Leviathan's voice: "The fate of the entire world will soon be answered."
The beacon tower, radiating dazzling light, slowly rose from the seabed, pierced the surface of the ocean, and shot straight towards the sky.
At the same time, the beacon tower located in the abyss of the North Island and the beacon tower in the Supuha volcano also rose from the earth amidst a deafening tremor.
From a global perspective, the three beacon towers resemble three enormous stone pillars, forming a triangle that rises high above the ground, their tops disappearing into the clouds.
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