Chapter 392: Valley of Peace (2/2)
”Is that how all witches look like?”
”We are spiritual beings, after all,” Gala smiled. ”I missed you, Arthur.”
”Then stay,” he demanded, but Gala shook her head.
”I can't survive anymore; the world is rejecting me.”
”Fuck the world,”
”Defiance is a luxury of the powerful,” Gala smiled in response. ”This is the final lesson. Kill me using your spiritual energy.”
”A wooden spirit told me that chances are abysmal,” he was silent before asking. ”What if you die?”
”There's no other choice for me,” Gala was unwavering. ”This is my only chance to keep existing. And if fate wants to, we will meet again.”
”I'll make sure that we do,”
”I always loved your confidence, but it's hard to believe those words with tears in your eyes,” Gala smiled, and Arthur simply turned his head.
”Should I just attack you?”
”Attack me with everything you have,” the flaming witch smiled. ”And remember to take care of Dia and yourself.”
”She will be glad that you are gone,”
”Then it's your chance to spend time with her without my pranks,”
”I will miss them,”
”I'll haunt you a ghost then,”
The place fell silent as neither two said anything. Arthur quietly gathered his spiritual energy, preparing for the hardest decision he had to make.
Memories of the past flashed in his mind. The first time that he met Gala, he was wary and hateful of her kind. She taught him about herbs and how to extract the essence from Greatest Harmony. They struck a deal, and she was by his side ever since.
”You were the first person in this world to care about me,” Arthur's spiritual energy gathered into a sphere, and his chains wrapped themselves around it. ”You were the first person to help me,”
”You are not a part of this world, and that's why you will leave eventually,” Gala smiled. ”I knew you were special, but I can never know how special are you.”
”I don't think I'm special, but the world seems to think otherwise,” crackles of golden lightning began appearing around the sphere of energy. The fabric of the Spirits Realm was being torn apart by the condensing of his power.
”You are what you choose yourself to be,” even when she was faced with possible death, Gala looked at him with nothing but abortion. ”I witnessed how you turned the odds around, fought against the Duke of Fire, split the sky open, and wielded unimaginable strength. But all of them paled in comparison to the times you were yourself: the kindhearted and caring person you are.”
”This is farewell, Gala.” Arthur could feel the Spirits Realm being pulled into his powers. ”We will meet again, in another world or another life.”
”We shall,”
”Goodbye,” as he said so, tears streamed down his face. They were golden, and each of them flew into the sphere that tore apart Gala's existence. The spiritual energy wasn't destructive this time but a gentle stream that carried Gala's soul away.
”Until we meet again,” her voice faded as she said her last. Arthur watched the world turn into a golden canvas of light before everything began gravitating toward the gap in space that appeared.
”Until we meet again,”
The gap in space swallowed everything, including Arthur. This outcome wasn't within his expectations, but his spiritual energy was bottomed out for the first time.
As everything merged into one giant river that flew away from the Skyey World, Arthur felt a hand grab him and pull him out. Then, as the light began to gather itself into outlines, Arthur found himself standing on a giant tree.
”What is this?”
”This is a tree; you've never seen one before?” Someone answered from beside him.
Arthur turned around to find a human(?) with a gourd. However, it looked anything but a human. The skin was clear but ashen. Its eyes were pools of bottomless black except for a white cross in the middle.
”Who are you?”
”You should be able to tell,” the creature took a sip from their gourd. ”Otherwise, I messed up.”
”You are...” Arthur furrowed his brows. ”The Spirits Sovereign?”