Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1430 81: The Last Tenderness (Part 3)

In theory, as West Eiferian's most perfect creation, she only needed to grant the Silver Wings species access to the sacred artifact, without considering the flawed works and the incredibly weak species she had long abandoned.

But

Perhaps these little creatures were once the softest part of her heart. Even when entrusting the sacred artifact with the power to become the next Black Sun, West Eiferian still left a back door for the Silkworm Moth species.

Perhaps she didn't expect these little creatures to succeed, to show a special talent for turning the tide, because West Eiferian had entrusted all her knowledge and expectations to the Silver Wings species, no longer caring for these Silkworm Moth species.

Silently, Tilan thought about many things, many things.

She bent down, touched the Silkworm Moth species waiting for her command, and then transported them to the outside world.

By this time, the sky had already turned a strange black, through which one could see the starlight outside, and the giant golden vortex.

The giant golden vortex was so prominent and unavoidable, countless rays of light converged towards it, continually condensing and weaving in layers. Although the people on the ground were still unclear about what was happening specifically, everyone knew that an immensely grand will was about to be born at the center of the vortex.

Ancient legends recorded in history surfaced in many minds, recalling names that resounded across the Milky Way during the Fifth Epoch.

Which titleholder is about to be born this time?

On the high walls of the Fede Alliance, Sage Lindsay and Gray Feather scholar Boenhardt stood side by side, gazing at the golden vortex stretched across the sky with complex eyes.

"So that means the Silver Wings species finally succeeded."

"Yes, at the center of that golden vortex, the new Holy Sun is about to be born, and the entire planet will become its holy domain, under its control." Boenhardt said slowly, as the Gray Feather species, they once had their own Holy Sun.

"And us?" Lindsay couldn't help but ask.

"According to past conventions, 99% of other species on this planet will perish, and then the remaining few outstanding individuals will become the Black Sun's collection and observation subjects."

"I see..." Upon hearing this, Lindsay felt something stuck in his chest, unsure of what to say.

He lowered his gaze over the city and streets behind him, where many people already prostrated on the ground, kneeling towards the golden vortex in the sky, praying for pardon in the impending final judgment.

Such people were not few; not only were the ordinary poor ones doing this, but even some powerful Transcendents were standing frozen in fear, legs trembling, losing the will to fight.

More and more people sensed and saw the golden vortex atop the sky dome, its ever-expanding presence intimidating them, filling their hearts with panic and unease.

Is this how it all ends? Lindsay felt very regretful. He had seen a glimmer of hope in that girl's eyes, but never expected the ending to arrive so suddenly, catching everyone by surprise.

Just as he was leaning on his wooden staff, ready to descend the city wall to rummage through the teacher's heritage books for a breakthrough, someone shouted on the street.

"Look, look there!"

Following the shout and pointed direction, many turned their eyes, Lindsay took a pause, turned back, and gazed upward.

A dazzling star rose in the sky like night, emitting silver ripples not weaker than the golden vortex, radiating brilliantly vibrant light across the entire planet.

In the depths

In cages

In dim, lightless rooms

Figures with snow-white moth wings behind them opened their eyes, their bodies gradually floating upwards, silver light like flowing water brushing over their scars, healing them.

Then, this silver halo protected these fragile little figures, freeing them from shackles and cages, breaking out of various confinements, flying towards the sky.

One by one, tiny Silkworm Moth species rose from the earth, silver moonlight emanated from their brows, specks of stars twinkling in the black sky.

People from various settlements and tribes on the earth were amazed watching the spectacle, these Silkworm Moth species opened their eyes, gently swung their wings that now glowed with silvery light. Specks of light drifted down from the sky, and then a clear voice echoed in the minds and consciousness of all life on this planet.

Like a Silver Star swaying through the pitch night

Dragging the last hope, gradually rising

That was the final tenderness

A heart of innate goodness not yet surrendered

Speaking of a summer shade, where even birds can soar.