Chapter 750 749. A Fissure Of Hope

Chapter 750 749. A Fissure Of Hope

"Meow?" Miraj's ears twitched as if someone was tickling them. His cute little nose blew out so much air that it was audible. He purred loudly and stared at Zenith with stars in his eyes. "You can see me?"

"It talks!" Zenith exclaimed. "What is that thing?"

"It's a cat," Dalgan explained. "A small, sometimes wild, and sometimes domesticated creature of the human world. They can be friendly at times and violent at others."

Sylvester looked down again and wondered if it was his energy that surrounded Miraj, which made him visible. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite."

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm "Why do I feel this strange sensation?" Zenith suddenly asked. "Something feels different in my chest, something tickling."

'And there she goes, getting obsessed with Chonky's cuteness.' Sylvester sighed and noticed the two couldn't move even though they were hovering in a void. 'The eels are invisible, but they still occupy some space?'

However, Sylvester could move freely and quickly moved to grab hold of the two and pull them into the empty space formed by the tunnel pathway. He chained them to his own body again and prepared to start moving.

"How much time passed?" He asked.

"We don't know." Dalgan answered, "But it's certainly been a while."

'He even looks older.' Sylvester noticed but feigned ignorance. 'How much time passed outside?'

Pondering on that little question brought him anxiety. "Let's start moving then. Stay close to me this time, and keep one hand on my shoulder. No matter what happens, don't lose contact with my body."

The two didn't need to be reminded a second time. They rushed and gripped Sylvester's shoulder so hard that their nails dug into his skin. But there was no blood inside.

Sylvester closed his eyes and focused on the girl's voice again. It was constantly echoing in that space without stopping. In a few moments, he started moving through that tunnel. It had been so long by now that he had begun to feel suffocated, despite it being an endless expanse of space.

"He's cute," Zenith commented midway.

"Hehe," Miraj giggled in his place beside Sylvester's chest. "I can't wait to go home and squash Big Mum with my paws."

"And Ella," Sylvester added.

Miraj's face lost color, and his jaw swung open, scared already. Yes, he only liked squishes and snuggles from Big Mum. "Nyooo~"

Sylvester laughed and tried to go faster. It was like moving in a vacuum of space; the only difference was that he was surrounded by countless universes. Emotions flowed through the space as he drowned himself in the voice.

He was almost certain by now who this voice belonged to.

"Sylvester, do you see this?" Zenith abruptly alerted him.

"What?" Sylvester woke up from that trance-like state and gazed towards the rear. "Ugh..."

His Elder Magic was at work, helping him look at the curling, twisting eels. But in that moment, he stopped that magic as all he saw was absolute whiteness behind him. However, once he stopped, he noticed what seemed like growing orange and yellow dots.

Expanding further and further, it looked like a chain reaction behind them.

He kept moving, however, and sometimes activated the Elder Magic to see everything. Right then, he noticed whiteness spreading to the sides as well. Without Elder Magic, he could see extremely tiny and countless red dots.

"Yes, I'm seeing this." He responded and picked up the pace, giving everything to moving as fast as he could.

Crank!

Crank!

The medical bed started making creaking noises during her violent movements. Eventually, it became so loud that the bed's legs started making high-pitched screeching noises on the tiled floor.

Bright Mothers moved away from the bed, and Healer Hendrix called in more men to hold Xylena down since she was also a powerful wizard.

Crack!

"What?!" Hendrix exclaimed when a massive crack appeared on the ceiling just above Xylena. "Move back! It's... something beyond our understanding!"

The crack wasn't on the ceiling, however, but the space touching the ceiling. Sharp, with nothing but black inside, the crack started to widen, and Xylena's body shook further, the bed rocking so hard that it almost started jumping.

Hendrix gritted his teeth and trusted his instincts. Being a Grand Wizard, he stepped closer to the bed and, with one quick move of his hand, freed Xylena's body from the straps.

Woosh!

As soon as she was freed, her body flew up horizontally, and her arm pushed itself into the crack in the space. It wasn't big enough for her entire body to go in, however, only one arm.

"I'm here! Father, I'm here... please listen to my voice!" With desperate pleadings, cries, and tears, her voice became hoarse. Her eyes were still closed, yet it felt as if she were awake.

"Don't leave me... Let me... repay!"

...

"I might not survive this." Sylvester clearly declared. No longer did he resemble the Pope in human skin. It was all gone, melted away.

Like a humanoid form of fiery red energy, he kept Dalgan, Zenith, and Miraj in his grasp in front of himself. Behind him, the trail of red energy was being destroyed like ashes. It was his very being, his body, his soul—him—dying slowly.

The explosions had caught up to them. No longer just behind them, they were also around, and ahead of them. Universes collapsed like mere bombs.

"Maxy, no!" Miraj cried, trying to free himself from Sylvester's grasp and do something—anything.

"Hugh..." Sylvester's voice was nothing but grunts now. "This isn't how it was supposed to go... They won't let us... stand... against them!"

"Don't give up so easily... My sister can't be wrong. Diana can't be wrong. This was bound to happen, Sylvester." Zenith couldn't help at that moment, but she had words: "Trust yourself!"

Death had finally caught up to him. There was no point in speaking.

"You three must live!" Sylvester roared and gave his everything to simply move forward. "Treat... Chonky good... Try to... understand."

Dalgan and Zenith watched the fiery red form fade before their eyes. They could feel the presence vanishing behind them. In the end, they were nothing against the 'Gods'.

Crack!

"W-What?" he couldn't see anything, but he could absolutely feel the change in space around him with his almost peak spatial magical comprehension now. There was something new, a fissure ahead.

"Father! It's me... Xye... Hold my hand!"