Chapter 620: The Four....

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Chapter 620: The Four....

Standing in front of the Gate of Truth, Adam looked on with unbridled curiosity brimming in his eyes. The void of the End was not somewhere one could ever escape from. Once they entered, there would be no returning for them. The Shadow of Finality inevitably brought everything to nothingness.

Sol was not the first of his reincarnations. Many before him came and many before him managed to reach this final step as well and yet all of them failed... all because they tried to control the never-ending power and authority that came with the End of all things, or... if they tried to reject the notion of facing the End.

Adam found the notion itself funny if he had to be honest. After all, in the first place, how could one even control something that was the antithesis of all existence? If the End of all could be controlled, could it be truly called the End?

Such a philosophical problem resulted in one thing.

Failure.

Be it in this universe or the others, all his reincarnation inevitably failed at this step, failed to revert or deny the End. Thus, in all timelines, the End inevitably swallowed them all, annihilating their world as Fate foretold.

Luxuria, you are really a stupid little girl.

Making sure that his soul would never reincarnate in this world had not been an easy feat as he had to remove himself from the source of the world in its entirety and travel through a different universe before his self was completely destroyed.

Ultimately, by using his power over Origin, he was able to start a new Beginning for himself and remove his existence from his original world and everything he once held dear.

“This was supposed to be the last reincarnation.”

As long as Sol's previous incarnation lived and died on Earth, this would have been the end for Adam, the finality of his existence, his consciousness and thoughts wiped out in its entirety, and everything reset to the base self.

His existence may survive, but Adam would reach his own End, the conclusion of his story. There would have been no more chance for this particular soul to awaken the End and bring the total destruction of a world.

Sadly his plan was destroyed by someone unexpected. Someone from this world managed to yank his Soul back to its original place, thereby rendering all his previous sacrifices to naught.

“I will dissipate either way after this but...” He couldn’t do much anymore.

Only the last ember of his powers remained now, and with it, there was little to nothing he could do to change the ultimate fate that would descend upon this world.

If Sol failed, the world he sacrificed everything to protect... would have to finally face its own End.

“How ironic.”

In trying to protect his world, he brought destruction to many worlds. Sadly, Karma seemed to have finally caught on and delivered him his comeuppance.

While such bleak thoughts plagued Adam’s mind, Sol’s Sea of Consciousness began to quake and crack away, breaking down into pieces. Fissures ran along reality and the once deep blue sea turned colors into a deep bloody red.

Huh?

Confusion colored Adam’s mind. The current change was definitely a first in all of his reincarnations.

These signs could only mean one thing— Sol was dying. But this should have been impossible. The power of End necessitated a living vessel to manifest in its purest form.

So, though it would take over the consciousness of the wielder, it would not actively destroy its host until it delivered the End to the world.

Her hair and eyes were dyed red as she brought forth the full power of her killing intent and manifested it into existence,

“I choose the path of War and thus become the Red Rider.” Blood coalesced into a sword and a name started forming in her sea of consciousness. A path riddled with a sea of blood and endless death. But she knew that this was the path best suited for her.

Standing opposite Lilin was none other than Setsuna. Out of all of them, she was the most wounded and still needed to recover. But she refused to let her wounds slow her down. Her path had been one filled with thorns for more than ten years and now, one of her greatest wishes was about to be accomplished.

Lupus would die and she would regain the throne that was rightfully hers. An all-freezing chill settled around Setsuna, billowing into a white mist, and a crown made of frost and frigid snow manifested above her head akin to a floating halo.

“I am Setsuna, the White Rider and thus, I will embody Conquest.” A kingly path that was worthy of a Queen. If Sol wished to conquer the world then she would stand at the forefront with no hesitation whatsoever, decimating all his foes.

Watching the three girls all reaching a new level, Milia felt nothing but pride in her heart. After all, those girls were all under the rule of her one and only master.

For Milia, her path had long been decided, long before this plan ever came into fruition. Shadowy silhouettes of slithering reptiles billowed into existence and surrounded her, opening their maws with a bone-chilling hiss. As a child, she had been bestowed the power of Gluttony and yet she was not satisfied. She wanted more, like a deep black hole wishing to devour all creation.

This was why,

“I shall thus be Famine, the Black Rider.” Devouring all creation would be the eventual path that would lead her to godhood, and she cared not that a goddess already stood on that very path. If necessary, she would eat even the gods themselves if that is what her lord wished.

In the distance, Eins could feel that something was going horribly wrong. He did not know what kind of ritual was happening, but his intuition screamed at him that he needed to stop it, and yet he was unable to as Camelia seemed to have given up all thoughts of any defense and relentlessly attacked her surroundings while covering the four girls in holy territory.

“Are you crazy, woman!? Do you not care about what happens to your friends!?” Neither Lilith nor Wukong were in the Holy territory, and they were truly at risk of death at this rate, but Camelia did not stop.

She would rather eliminate everything in her surroundings than let this ritual be interrupted at this crucial moment.

“Girls, do not stop! No matter what, you must succeed!” She shouted at Isis and the others, prompting them to nod and redouble their efforts to focus on the connection that had vanished from their soul.

Even though it was gone, the emptiness in itself was akin to a hole that needed to be filled. As the only one present with the deepest understanding of the soul here, it was Isis’ job to focus the powers and concepts that the girls embodied into bringing Sol back from the other side.

Death, War, Conquest, and Famine.

Four concepts related to the Apocalypse from what Sol told her, and thus the very embodiments that delivered the world its the End.

Holding this power felt like holding pure unadulterated energy so unstable it was ready to explode at any moment. But under her careful control, this unstable power calmed down and started filling her and the missing link.

Please, Sol. Please!

Isis did not believe in the goddess, only in Sol and thus she prayed. Prayed that he was not wrong and that his gamble was not a mistake. All she wanted was for Sol to survive and for them to spend another day together.

Yet nothing seemed to happen.

Isis was on the verge of a breakdown. After all, Sol seemed to have truly vanished for good this time. But just as she was about to wail in despair, she heard it.

{Thanks.} Sol's voice sounded in her mind.

It was only one word. But for her, this word was worth everything, even the world itself.