Pillar of Yita

At that moment, the Divine Kingdom was splitting, the entire world seemed to be divided into two distinct halves—one side with the piercing wind howling, and the other with the snow gradually ceasing. The illusions above the sky vanished, the Holy Sanctuary and the mountains disappeared, as did the Sky Sea and the islands.

Soon, only a black and white world remained in front of everyone, one eternally dark and deep, the other brilliantly illuminated.

The sword of the Princess lay not far away.

”Dika,” Fang Hong spoke softly at this time, ”Now we are on the same starting line.”

And after losing control over the world, Affia finally could no longer maintain her form.

The girl’s figure twisted, gradually turning into a mass of distorted shadow, from which three twisted heads and countless trembling tentacles emerged, resembling the form she had transformed into.

Her voice became hoarse and deep, yet she let out a sharp laugh, ”Now we each hold half of the world, but even without the protection of this World Law, so what?”

”With you, a mere mortal, you think you can kill me, kill a deity? It’s truly wishful thinking. You might as well consider how long the souls of those two mortals can hold on?”

”Not necessarily.”

Fang Hong stepped forward, bent down, and gently picked up the Princess’s sword, holding it in his hand, facing the other party directly.

The pale blue radiance slowly climbed up the coldly shining blade.

His voice, as if firm as steel: ”Do you think that only you have extraordinary power?”

Dika’s incarnation momentarily froze.

”Dika,” Barbaltan also spoke.

The Queen’s voice was soft, ”Perhaps one day the Istania People will face you again—”

”But today,” Fang Hong raised the sword in his hand, the voices of three people seemed to overlap in this world, echoing, ”Here, is destined to be your burial ground.”

Behind Fang Hong.

Barbaltan just gently patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him—as if it were the same as that day in front of Kashan Palace. Then this old king gently held his wife’s hand and turned away.

”Go now...”

”Ade.”

”Go defeat it.”

Their voices spoke so softly.

And their figures were gradually disappearing into the snow-like light.

In that place, at this moment, a tall figure was gradually revealing itself, the white Knight, holding a sharp sword, stood proudly behind Fang Hong. Watching this scene, Dika’s voice gradually took on an incredulous tremor:

”What, what is that...”

”Pale Glory,” Fang Hong replied, ”Dika.”

The azure light slowly spread upward from the entirely white Dragon Knight. And it seemed at that moment, a lady finally remembered the origins of these two Dragon Knights.

Miss Fairy in that peaceful dream, recalled bits of the past.

”Tata.”

”This is the first Dragon Knight born in the Mortal World—”

”And it came from that ancient glow of Pale Glory.”

”Its name...”

And all these things, at this moment, were transforming into a tender voice, as if awakening from a dream, tinged with a hint of mischief, coming from within the body of that Dragon Knight:

”Papa—?”

And Dika’s form was nearly unable to sustain itself. At that moment, she let out a voice simply in disbelief:

”Golden—Flame—of—Fire!”

”Lifegard!!”

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