Cold, the familiar cold.
It's like being immersed in an icy abyss, the chill seeping into your bones through the frost on your skin, making it impossible to wake up.
So, will it inevitably face the fate of being erased again this time?
This is already a cycle in which it has been eliminated countless times.
Every hundred years, its clone will awaken again, transforming into a helpless crow, devoid of all power.
Awakening again and again, passing through countless years time and time again.
However, each time it revives, it is detected by the will deep within the world, and it is dragged back into the depths of that endless dark prison.
What awaits it is yet another inevitable elimination.
Then, after another hundred years, everything starts anew.
This is the tenth time already; Vega should be numb to it by now.
But this time,
It had finally found a perfect partner, and success was within reach.
As a result, everything vanished, and it had to face another long century-long wait.
Will it have such a good opportunity again next time?
Sleeping in that cold abyss, Vega sensed the silence around it, quietly waiting for a new beginning.
However, a sudden warmth gradually enveloped it.
Feeling this warmth, Vega couldn't help but feel an urge to open his one eye.
strangeness.
I seem to have woken up a little early this time.
Could it be because I slept too soundly before and didn't feel anything?
However, this is also a good thing.
Who knows, Viktor might still be alive a hundred years from now?
He's so abnormal, it's impossible for him to have died after living to be a hundred years old.
Although human lifespan is very fragile.
Um……
It's still not right.
As Vega's fragmented speculations continued to accumulate, this time, a strong smell of burning emanated from its nasal cavity.
It's like... something's burnt.
why is that?
Did it revive in the furnace this time?
Finally, Vega sensed that something was wrong.
Because it felt its bottom was very hot.
It was as if a flame was gradually rising up its entire body from its jet-black tail feathers, and the flames directly touched its rear end.
In that instant, Vega widened its single eye.
"Ouch! It's so hot!"
It frantically flapped its wings, trying to extinguish the flames burning its tail feathers.
But when its wings flapped against its rear, the bird froze completely.
What happened?
It hasn't been removed yet?
Filled with doubt, Vega looked around at the boundless crimson space.
The space was shrouded in a chilling crimson, as if a dazzling flame was burning within it.
It felt itself floating in mid-air, enveloped by endless flames.
The flames seemed to possess their own consciousness; despite their intense heat, they cleverly created a clear space for themselves.
Occasionally, the flames would gently scorch its feathers; though the temperature was intense, it was always better than being completely engulfed by the flames.
Just as Vega was scrutinizing the area ahead with its deep, single eye, a scythe gleaming with crimson light suddenly tore through space and swiftly slashed down at it.
Vega's entire body froze in mid-air upon seeing this fierce attack, its beak agape in astonishment.
But suddenly, a strong, invisible force supported its body, and its small body was violently pushed like a piece of paper.
As Vega felt the surging external force, he clearly felt as if he had transformed into a blazing flame and retreated, skillfully dodging the powerful attack that tore through space.
Soon, the flames, along with their bodies, retreated to a relatively safe location.
Just as it came to its senses, it heard a clear, slightly crackling sound, as if coming from all directions, seeping into its ears:
"woke up?"
That voice, and that unique tone of voice...
It raised its head, its single eye wide open.
What met Vega's deep, dark eyes was a head surrounded by flames.
The intense heat of the flames was unbelievable, like gaseous lava churning in the air.
The outline of the figure drawn from this head... looks... strangely familiar.
"Victor...?"
The surprised voice had barely risen when Victor suddenly threw a ball of crimson flame from his palm.
Bang!
The flames suddenly exploded, shattering from the judge's body.
The skeletal body, glowing with a scarlet light, became slightly sluggish after being subjected to the force of the explosion.
But this stagnation lasted only a moment.
Even the health bar stretching towards the distant sky did not decrease in the slightest.
Immediately afterwards, the judge, draped in flesh and blood, swung his robes, and grotesque flesh and blood crawled across the earth.
It pounced on Viktor like a limbless beast.
Viktor leaped lightly, his body soaring into the air once more, dodging the attack.
But as soon as he stopped in mid-air, a gleaming scythe fell rapidly from the sky.
With a sharp aura that seemed to tear through space, it attacked Victor once more.
Viktor, transformed into a fire elemental, swiftly twisted his body, scattering into a sky full of flames, and skillfully circled behind the Judge with Vega.
Seeing Viktor and the Judge locked in such a fierce battle, Vega was completely stunned.
"Why did you..."
Before it could finish speaking, the ethereal and indifferent flames rang out again:
"I'm sorry to burn your butt, but you were sleeping so soundly."
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