Chapter 741 740. Life Goes On

Chapter 741 740. Life Goes On

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When you don't have an answer, you live in hope. But when you get those answers, what is one left with? Sylvester knew the answer. It was sorrow, anger, and a thirst for vengeance. And one thing the heavens had already witnessed was his persistence in enacting that vengeance. No matter how long it may take, no matter who the enemy was, in the end, he will have the cure for his burning heart. "This is no place for you to remain buried." He fondly looked at the body. "I'll be back to take you, Diana. Once all this is over, I'll return... dead or alive."

With a heavy heart, he headed off towards the gates, holding himself as composed as possible. But for once, he looked behind at the distance, her face illuminated under the light. How could the sorrow just vanish after their lives were played with? "When will this misery end?"

Sadly, no voice replied. Nor could he find an answer within. ...

Sylvester came out of the cathedral and found Empress Zenith waiting for him there. Now that he looked at her, she seemed more like a young woman who had found herself in a position with unbearable burden. Like a little kid sitting silently against the wall, the Empress also sat there while shaking her head to keep herself occupied. 'I was too harsh on her.' Sylvester felt after realizing she was unofficially family. 'But she's too weak to be involved in my affairs.' "Let's return outside," he voiced. "You're done?" She jumped to her feet. "How did it go? I mean, I heard some voices from inside. Did my sister wake up? What happened?" "No, it was a message she left behind for me." Sylvester had to douse her hopes. "She did her part and... passed on when her time came. Let's go now, Empress. We must do our part now." She locked the cathedral's door and paced behind him in a rush. "Where are we going? What's the plan? And how did you know my sister so closely? I don't think she's ever been to your world before." "Our bond goes beyond life and death, space and time, Empress. In simple words, it's beyond your understanding. Just know that we were very close." "Are you the reason why she never married?" She inquired. "Maybe," Sylvester responded and arrived at the main floor of the Palace. "I'm going to Mount Doomsday to find some clues. If you wish to, you can join me."

His voice, as if it had lost any semblance of emotions, sounded very stale and constant. It was somewhat unsettling for the Empress, even more so after knowing the extent of Sylvester's abilities. She wanted to go with him but found herself second-guessing it. 'The scent of fear.' Sylvester noticed it and took a softer tone. Others didn't need to suffer because he was suffering inside. "Diana gave me a few hints. Perhaps you might find something in Mount Doomsday about her, and I might possibly need your help in case I need to decipher something." He worded his offer in a way that gave her a motive to join. She looked at his face intently. "What's the plan?" "We don't know enough to make one yet," he said. "That's why I'm going to Mount Doomsday."

Zenith strode away ahead of him. "Let's hurry then."

...

Outside the Palace,

"So, how does your Oracle thing work?" Bored, Dalgan tried to talk to the old woman beside him. The old Oracle scoffed as if Dalgan was some lowly peasant. "It's no use telling you. You can't do it."

"You will never know unless you try." "Many have said that to me before." "I'm—"

She interrupted. "I'm better, I'm this, I'm blessed, or I'm that. I'm ancient, General Dalgan. I've seen everything that's there to see." Dalgan scoffed and folded his arms. "Well, I've seen the other world. Have you seen that too, you arrogant old hag?" "What did you say? If I'm an old hag, what are you? Even your wife forgot you so easily." "..."

[Our Unyielding Fate]

Twice it has been, our hopes shattered,

Our sanguine future ruined & scattered.

I awaited words on your lips that mattered, They never came—its absence left me tattered. Diana, into this painful, dark hell they've sent us,

Given tasks of implications that are momentous.

When will this end? This chase so tremendous,

Endless, this weight is growing horrendous.

Sometimes, I feel I've arrived at the end's gate,

I know, you expect me to be nothing but great.

But I won't stop unless perfection, I can create,

I vow to you, I will change this unyielding fate.

Please don't forget me, these are mere short delays,

Once again, in another life, let's cross each other's ways.