A week ago, Emenas, at the top of the tower.
The stone door in front of the observatory opened slightly, then struggled to close, sealing once more, becoming like ordinary stone. If one went through the slightly open door, one would find that it was still the library with its bookshelves. However, within the once tranquil observatory, three figures now stood facing each other, and distorted phantoms danced throughout the room. These phantoms sometimes transformed into various faces, sometimes into mist, creating a very strange and eerie atmosphere.
"I didn't expect you to be alive, Agatha."
Chris and Si Ye stood together, enveloped by a transparent mercury dome. This perfect round dome was sometimes transparent and sometimes visible.
"Yes, I'm still alive." Agatha covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, but there were tears and bitterness in her smile.
"Seeing you occupy the position that Sister Dorothy once held, sitting on the high tower overlooking the entire Emenas, this feeling is truly unforgettable." Her originally charming and seductive voice was now a little hoarse.
"Sorry." Si Ye whispered, but did not explain any more.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that you, Si Ye, would stay in your book all the time and open the entrance to the book on this ordinary stone door." Agatha's tone gradually calmed down.
"I haven't dared to come out for so many years. Is it because I'm afraid, or do I feel guilty?"
"I don't regret what I did back then. If you want to hate me, go ahead." Si Ye was still sitting on the tall wooden chair, his eyes never leaving the book in his hands, his tone unexpectedly calm.
"Yes, how could you regret it? Two of your students have almost conquered the entire continent. Your ideal can be said to have been realized to the extreme."
"Who still remembers the Land of Oz and Dorothy, the Witch of Time and Space?" Her voice gradually became cold.
"Agatha." Chris frowned slightly.
"Si Ye also has her own difficulties. Besides, the ideals that Dorothy pursues are not perfect."
"Imperfection is not allowed to exist?"
"Yes." Si Ye finally slowly shifted his gaze from the book, his voice cold.
"One-third of the lives in this world have been twisted and killed. Isn't this price enough? We can't put the remaining lives on such a dangerous gamble."
"No one can afford such a price and responsibility, not you, not me, not Dorothy." Si Ye's chest rose and fell violently, as if he was venting the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.
"Is this your reason for fanning the flames and killing your former friend? How ridiculous." Agatha clearly disagreed.
"You may not agree, but I still stick to my choice. It is precisely because Dorothy and I are good friends that I understand better what the end of what she pursues is, and it is not something beautiful."
"But technologies such as machinery and electricity can free the entire human race from the constraints of the earth and once again move towards the prosperous starry sky," said Agatha.
"It's useless. If we can't exceed the speed of light, we can't escape the constraints of the sun. The Aegeka Road has been closed, and we can only start from scratch." Si Ye shook his head.
"Even Dorothy, the Witch of Space, couldn't open a permanent spacetime passage to reach other galaxies. Ancient people also relied on the Aegeka Road to cross the stars. But after the Aegeka Road was sealed and shattered, we can no longer use this shortcut."
"But all we have to do is restart the Aegeka Road." Agatha's tone was a little resentful.
"The angels won't allow it, and the demons and dragons will also hinder this act of suicide." Chris said slowly.
"You know the history of the ruins, right? If the last two gods hadn't perished together due to a clash of ideologies, we witches wouldn't exist."
"If even the gods can't do it, how can we, the inheritors of the fragments of God, do it?"
"Just because you couldn't do it in the past doesn't mean you can't do it in the future," Agatha said slowly.
"Just like these phantoms, the beings that everyone once considered the most disorderly, aren't they now obeying my commands?"
"How sad that among us, the children of God, there is a traitor like you." Chris looked at Agatha who was surrounded by phantoms, and her tone revealed disdain and disgust.
Agatha touched the mist of an illusion, and it transformed into the face of a student, then another student. Some of these faces were laughing, some were crying, some were indifferent, and so on. "Yes, I am so shameful and sad, but so what? Even though I am so despicable, I finally have the power to take revenge on you."
"You are destined to live a short life after being twisted and assimilated by chaos. The remnants of the ancients are destined to be an abyss that can never be filled." Chris slowly closed her eyes, not wanting to see such a desolate and ugly scene.
"But they're much cuter than you. At least they won't betray me. Even if they're eaten, so what?" Agatha said calmly, observing the dancing phantoms. Chaotic phantoms lacked reason, and commanding them was like cutting flesh to feed an eagle. Sooner or later, she, too, would be devoured by them.
"Then there's nothing more to say."
Chris opened her eyes, and a brilliant silver light burst out from them. As the symbols in her pupils rotated, smooth mercury mirrors appeared behind her. These mirrors continuously reflected the scenes and light in the room. Hundreds of identical scenes appeared in the mirrors from different angles.
As she slowly raised her hand, hundreds of her in the mirror also raised their hands at the same time, and the figure of Agatha opposite gradually distorted.
Just as Agatha was about to be torn and twisted by the invisible hands, a mocking sound came from her throat. Then Chris felt a flash before her eyes, and the figure suddenly turned into mist and disappeared.
"What you see in the mirror and what you write in the book are not real."
Agatha's voice echoed in the observatory, but the two people inside were nowhere to be seen. Then, chaotic phantoms began to fly and walk all over the sky, and the scenes in the mirrors began to distort.
Then these phantoms began to continuously impact and approach the mercury shield set up by Chris, and the magic and power on the shield gradually turned gray and distorted.
Chris frowned slightly, and the mirrors transformed into tiny particles like water vapor. These light-reflecting mercury particles pierced and dissipated each phantom. Then Si Ye flipped open a page in his book, and pure white, incandescent flames erupted from the pages, incinerating the twisted, chaotic phantoms.
The sounds of crying and wailing rang out in the room, and soon all the chaotic phantoms in the room were burned to ashes.
The observatory was gradually becoming quiet, but with a burst of laughter, another group of chaotic phantoms emerged in the air, filling the space again.
"I almost forgot to mention that the raw materials for these Chaos Phantoms were taken from your students. You should know what happened to those students who were burned."
As Agatha finished speaking, Si Ye's face turned pale, and his hand that was turning the pages of the book trembled slightly, and then stopped.
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