Gabriella reached this conclusion in her heart.
“Upper Domain.”
It was magnificent and grand, mysterious and enchanting, like a city lifted straight out of a beautiful fairy tale.
Yet Gabriella discovered there were no children’s laughter and cheers here, nor any spectacular, whimsical sights.
At this moment she knelt on the ground, quietly watching the maiden lying in her arms.
Orange-red hair, a beautiful face, and an ice-cold body.
If she were still alive, she would have been a powerful and beautiful Heavenly Oracle Envoy.
But now she lay against Gabriella, having lost her life.
She was dead.
A wound from a heavy magical strike remained on her chest, glowing with blue light.
One could even see the scenery behind it through the wound that emitted that blue glow.
Then footsteps sounded nearby.
Gabriella understood this should be the city where the Heavenly Oracle Envoys lived, but she already knew the identity of the newcomer.
It was not a Heavenly Oracle Envoy.
She looked up.
It was a maiden with blue hair.
Celestial God Creis.
She wore a beautiful dress, with blue light orbs floating around her.
Gabriella could sense no mana from her body at all.
It was as if she wielded a power completely different from that of the mages.
It was as if she were not a being that should exist in this world.
“What a shame, isn’t it? Another person who fought against the Evil God is gone.”
Creis said.
“You killed her.” Gabriella’s voice was ice-cold.
She could not control it; her lips moved according to the scene in her memory. Everything had already been predetermined.
“She brought it upon herself. It would be difficult for your power to save her. Give up.”
“I told you, you are not a Heavenly Oracle Envoy, but a god. Gabriella need not care about the lives of ants. All things in this world exist for you and me to use.”
Gabriella remained silent. Her sky-colored eyes did not even blink once.
“I believe in you, my daughter. No one in this world loves you more than I do.”
“Yes.” After a brief silence, Gabriella stood up while still holding the dead maiden in her arms.
“Wait, what’s wrong…?”
Gabriella froze.
The answer in the memory illusion struck her soul like a heavy blow, instantly severing all her thoughts.
The maiden in her arms was indeed Elsa. Back then they had not yet become so-called sisters.
She had not been killed by the Evil God.
That was right—not all Heavenly Oracle Envoys had died in the war against the Evil God.
Nameless rage ignited in Gabriella’s heart.
—It was the Celestial God who had killed her!
Her heart raced. Her internal organs seemed to throb with unbearable pain.
This was exactly the emotional shift the goddess had felt back then, and Gabriella resonated with it perfectly, as if she were experiencing it firsthand right now.
What angered her was not only this damnable Celestial God.
It was herself as well.
The goddess had actually agreed.
Before Gabriella could even process these emotions, the scene switched again.
This time it was not the Upper Domain, but the all-too-familiar black soil. This was the Demon Domain.
It felt like the end of everything.
Gabriella looked up. At the center of the Evil Tree, a brilliant sky split apart by silver-white power.
And floating in the air was Celestial God Creis.
Scorching hot waves rolled in. That stinging pain struck once more.
Celestial God Creis’s face was somewhat blurred, but her words felt like whispers right beside Gabriella’s ear.
“You’ve lost everything, and now you come crawling back like a beaten dog to take revenge on me?”
It was a damnable tone that filled one with utter hatred.
“In the end, you’re just the child of a Heavenly Oracle Envoy. How disappointing.”
Celestial God Creis’s voice was emotionless, just like before, like a machine.
Yet the things she said felt like mockery of Gabriella’s ignorance.
For a moment, Gabriella admitted that Celestial God Creis was right—anger.
This was the first emotion Gabriella empathized with: hatred toward Creis.
Was this the one who had incited the war, pulling the strings behind everything, and thus killed Olivia?!
Yes, she had abandoned my mother and then killed her. That was exactly what happened.
But Gabriella forced herself to calm down. After all, these scenes had happened in the distant past.
Now she should focus on thinking about the cause of all this.
Gabriella’s rationality recovered somewhat.
She concentrated, carefully observing everything happening here without missing a single detail.
The first thing that caught her attention was the towering trees swaying gently all around.
The existence of these plants was vague in her memory, but they were indeed plants similar to the Evil Tree that grew from the ground.
Red branches rose from the black soil.
Looking up, one could not see the top of the Evil Tree, as if they were bridges connecting the earth’s veins to the sky.
Thick roots and veins spread beneath Gabriella’s feet, intricate like an underground maze.
Beneath the crimson leaf flesh flowed pitch-black energy, very much like shadow, yet a far more complex existence.
The silver power in the sky must have been traces left by the battle.
Even the current Gabriella could not achieve something of this scale.
Additionally, if what Liya had said was true—that she was the maiden who guarded the Evil Tree, who had stood by the last Evil Tree and died beneath it—then this brought a second important piece of information.
The enemy she had been fighting against before her death was Celestial God Creis.
And this person, who should have been her mother, was not yet dead.
A magnificent palace refracted rainbow-colored light and shadows under the sunlight.
At the same time, in the unremarkable clouds high in the vast sky.
Inside a splendid stone gate covered with ancient murals, in the enormous hall, there was a huge blue crystal sphere.
Inside it were dense flowers, plants, mountains, rivers, cities, and streets—like a miniature world, yet also like a drop in the ocean, completely unremarkable.
Wars, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and other disasters appeared as projections within the crystal world for viewing.
The maiden slept in a stone coffin not far from the throne.
Her blue hair spread out over her beautiful white dress.
Her flawless cheeks were breathtakingly beautiful.
She was in deep slumber, yet light particles unconsciously floated and swirled around her.
She seemed both dead and merely in quiet sleep. Her hands were clasped over her chest.
Her fair, jade-like delicate body was infinitely enchanting.
Suddenly, a golden fluctuation appeared in the crystal.
At that moment, the maiden lying in the stone coffin gently opened her eyes, as if waking from a long dream.
She stretched her alluring waist.
“Gabriella.”
She stood up and looked toward the crystal sphere.
Complex emotions flickered in her eyes.
“You really are still alive.”
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