Chapter 299: End of days

As they stumbled into the golden path, Zafron's eyes widened at the sight before him. A soft, golden glow bathed everything, casting a gentle warmth over the space.Strange, almost ethereal shapes floated all around them, like delicate threads suspended in water—except there was no water, only air. The golden forms drifted silently, each one casting faint reflections, giving the expanse a surreal, timeless quality.

As Zafron and Calista moved further in, the strange golden substance seemed to react to their presence. It brushed against their clothes, and instantly, any trace of dirt or grime was absorbed into the air and vanished.

The impurities on their skin, the dust from limbo's grim path—all of it disappeared as if they'd been purified by the very air itself. Zafron looked down in awe, brushing his hand along his now-clean sleeve.

"What… what is this place?" he wondered aloud, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze traveled over the vast, glowing landscape. "It's… beautiful."

Calista's eyes softened as she took in the wonder on his face. "This is the Sunforge Expanse," she explained, her tone reverent as she moved slowly through the space, reaching out to touch one of the floating golden forms. "Nothing impure can survive here. No harmful force, no unclean thing. It's like… it's cleansing us just by being here."

As she spoke, her fingers traced one of the shapes, watching as it shimmered at her touch. Zafron followed her lead, reaching out with cautious curiosity to a nearby form, feeling the faint warmth it gave off. The golden tendrils danced around his fingers before drifting off. Sёarᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"But why?" he asked, glancing at her. "Why is it so… pure?"

Calista turned to him, her eyes bright, and pointed to the golden forms hanging around them. "These," she said softly. "They're what make this place different. They absorb anything that doesn't belong—any impurity, any hint of darkness. Just like what happened to us when we first stepped in."

Zafron nodded, glancing around at the floating shapes with newfound respect. "So, they just… take everything harmful in and make it vanish?"

She nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "That's why that creature didn't follow us. Even it must have known it wouldn't survive in here. The Sunforge Expanse is like a shield against anything corrupted. Only pure souls and untouched things can exist here."

He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his lips. "So even fused souls have enough sense to avoid it. Makes you wonder if there's more to them than just blind rage."

Calista let out a soft laugh, then plucked one of the golden forms and turned toward the entrance. With a quick toss, she threw it outside, and they both watched as it shriveled and withered, dissolving to dust almost instantly.

"See?" She looked back at him, raising her eyebrows. "The same thing would happen to any impurity out there—fused souls, lost souls… all of it."

Zafron's gaze lingered on the remnants of the withered shape, and a shiver ran down his spine. "It's like this place… knows," he murmured, a mix of admiration and awe on his face.

They moved forward along the golden path, the strange shapes gently brushing past them. Zafron's gaze wandered as they walked, taking in the soft glow that seemed to stretch endlessly before them. "It's incredible," he whispered, almost to himself. "I never thought there could be a place like this in limbo."

Calista nodded, a soft smile touching her lips. "I know. It's like a piece of… hope," she murmured, almost wistful. "Especially in a place that's all shadows and gray."

Zafron glanced over, catching the rare vulnerability in her expression. "You think it's the real thing?" he asked quietly. "Hope?"

She chuckled, a flicker of humor dancing in her eyes. "Maybe. Or maybe it's just a strange magic that none of us really understand. Only Aphrodite might know for sure."

They continued forward, lost in the beauty of the place and their quiet thoughts. But as they stepped out of the glowing path and back into limbo's shadows, the glow faded, leaving them in the familiar, gray wasteland. Just as Zafron adjusted to the dim light, he noticed Calista had stopped, her face drawn and pale as she stared ahead.

"What is it?" he asked, looking from her to the field stretched out before them.

"This field… it should be filled with herbs." Her voice was almost a whisper, laced with disbelief. "Not the one we're looking for, but… where are they?"

Zafron frowned, scanning the expanse. The ground was a clean, barren stretch, almost unnaturally smooth, as if every single plant had been wiped away. There was no sign of roots, no remnants of life. Just endless, empty ground, as if the field had been stripped clean.

"Gone?" he echoed, unable to hide his confusion. "It looks like… like it was erased."

Calista shook her head slowly, her face tight with worry. "This… this isn't normal. Limbo's changing. First the fused souls, and now the herbs are disappearing. Something's… wrong."

Zafron studied her face, noting the worry etched in her expression. He couldn't deny the strange things they'd seen so far, but her fear was real, pressing. "You really think it's that bad?"

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I've been here long enough to know… things don't just vanish here. Limbo's been stable, unchanging. But now… everything feels like it's slipping, like limbo itself is… ending."

Zafron's eyes narrowed, looking out at the barren field. "So, what, you think the place is falling apart? Bit by bit?"

She looked away, biting her lip. "I don't know. But it's… frightening. Limbo's been… my home," she admitted, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "And now… it's like watching a house slowly collapse, piece by piece."

Before Zafron could respond, they both spotted a single herb lying ahead in the field. They rushed to it, Calista kneeling down to gently hold it, her fingers lingering over its delicate, green leaves.

"What happened here?" she murmured, studying the lone herb as if it could answer her. But before their eyes, the plant faded and disappeared into thin air, dissolving without a trace.

She let out a quiet gasp, her eyes wide with shock. "How… how is this happening?"

Zafron placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Calista, we don't have time to sit here and figure it out," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "If this is happening to the fields, we need to move. We have to get to the herb we're looking for before this… whatever this is… affects it too."

Calista looked at him, her eyes reflecting both fear and uncertainty. She glanced back at the empty land, her gaze lingering on the place where the herb had been. "It was so beautiful, this place," she whispered, almost to herself. "And now…"

Zafron's voice softened. "I know," he said, squeezing her shoulder gently. "But we can't change what's happening here by standing around. We have to keep moving. Aphrodite's counting on us."

After a moment, she nodded, gathering her resolve. "You're right," she murmured, pushing herself to her feet. She forced a shaky smile. "Let's get going, then."

They set off across the barren expanse, moving with a new sense of urgency. Zafron's mind raced with questions, his gaze occasionally flicking to Calista as they walked. He wondered if the herb they were after would still be there—or if it, too, would have vanished like everything else.

As they pressed on, Calista's mind churned with a flood of anxious thoughts. 'What is happening to this place?' she wondered, her gaze flicking back to the barren field they'd left behind.

'Is this all because of Eros? Or maybe because Aphrodite is… fading?' A shiver ran through her as she thought of the goddess's weakened state, how her strength had seemed to seep away in recent times.

'Could her condition be unraveling limbo as well?'

But that didn't quite make sense, and she knew it. Limbo had always existed outside the influence of any one being—even Aphrodite. Something more must be at play.

She glanced at Zafron beside her, he kept moving forward. "Could it be him?' she thought, a flicker of suspicion mingling with her fear.

He crossed between life and death, came here without dying, breaking all the rules… maybe it's him, somehow, disrupting the balance?

Or maybe there was something else—something none of them understood. She shook her head, frustrated by the lack of answers. None of this makes sense. Limbo was always stable. What could be powerful enough to tear it apart now?

As they hurried, her gaze scanned the horizon, hoping to spot something reassuring, something that might ground her back in the familiar. But as she lifted her head, her eyes widened in shock.

Just a short distance away, another field stretched out, empty as the one they'd just passed. Not a single herb.

It was like some invisible hand had wiped the land clean.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her face pale and stricken. Zafron noticed and turned, meeting her troubled gaze with one of understanding. "I know," he said quietly, reading her expression without her saying a word. "We need to keep moving. The herbs we're after might not last either."

Calista swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," she said, nodding as she forced herself to step forward again. "We'd better hurry… I don't like what I'm seeing."

They fell into a swift pace, their footsteps echoing in the unsettling quiet. The silence weighed on them, and Calista's thoughts turned to Aphrodite.

'What if… we're too late?' The thought gnawed at her.

She glanced at Zafron, hoping to find reassurance in his expression. But his face was just as tense, his eyes shadowed by worry. "You think the herbs are still there?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with a desperation he couldn't quite hide.

She forced a faint smile, though it was more for herself than him. "They have to be," she replied, her voice steadying. "If we get to them in time… maybe Aphrodite will be okay. Maybe everything will go back to normal."

Zafron nodded, though doubt lingered in his gaze. "Let's not waste another second," he said, picking up the pace.