"O God of Dawn, we beseech you to bless the continuation of our civilization."
"Gods, I hope you will never turn into a curtain of light, and never die."
"O hope of dawn, please bless us and protect this world with us."
Why does a heart that has lost its source, a heart that has long been removed, experience more pain at the moment of death than being shattered to pieces?
I'm not reconciled.
He could have been a god.
Chang Le watched indifferently as he fell, shattered, and turned to dust.
When Hades died in full view of everyone, all the survivors in the world cheered with joy and excitement.
Countless survivors who had been hiding on the ground surged onto the streets of the ruins, their cheers deafening as they celebrated the world's rebirth.
From the sky, Chang Le watched the cheering people on the ground, feeling neither sorrow nor joy.
She gathered the primordial energy of Hades that her tentacles had brought back into her palm, slowly crushed it, and allowed the energy to seep into her body. She calmly raised her hand and gently waved it.
The fog that had enveloped the entire western continent across the vast ocean began to dissipate.
Time frozen in the mist is returned to the rules of the world.
The black mist crept up from his palms to his neck, then to his tentacles, eerily cold, mirroring Chang Le's expression and mood.
She simply looked up and reached out her hand.
Like a believer praying to heaven, yet more indifferent; like a swordsman questioning the heavens, yet more gentle.
But as soon as she reached out her hand, the sky suddenly cleared up.
The sea of clouds receded to both sides, and a crack was torn open in the clear blue sky by golden light. The crack gradually spread, and a tremendous amount of energy surged into this world with an energy gap.
The skylight was completely opened.
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