Chapter 583 - Chapter 583: I love you (2/2)

He whispered to himself.

As the night deepened, Darren slowly put down his wine glass and closed his eyes.

In the tranquil night, as he drifted off to sleep, he seemed to hear his father Byrne’s voice, feeling the inheritance that spanned through time and space.

“Father… perhaps you can be proud of me too.”

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At this moment, the “Demonic Woman” Hecate was resting with her eyes shut in her own room, experiencing an unprecedented transformation within her deepest being.

Her eyes tightly closed, she grasped a mirror in her hand, looking thoughtful.

“I am just like Moter; we are both reincarnators… except my past life was much more troublesome…”

Recently, some latent power had been gradually awakening, pulling her into one dream vortex after another. These dreams were not mere illusions but true memories of her past life as the Witch of Demise, a past sealed and forgotten.

In these dreams, time seemed to lose its relevance, and she became once again the Witch of Demise who was feared by the world and an enemy to all beings in the Claud World.

Back then, she possessed enough power to overturn nearly the entire world but also bore endless loneliness and despair.

The sky was dyed red with the flames of war, the earth trembled with her anger, and all living things feared her power.

She was once the most dazzling existence between heaven and earth, but also the greatest threat in the eyes of the Gods.

The Gods, those beings high above, filled with disdain and fear, banded together in an attempt to suppress her.

Even the powerful Witch of Demise could not resist the combined force of the Gods and was ultimately imprisoned in an endless void, enduring humiliation and torment.

The only way to free herself from this imprisonment was through death, and her soul had to be shattered to possibly escape this predicament.

She was filled with anger towards all beings and gambled all methods of revenge on the future generation.

As her dreams deepened, she started recalling more clearly the details of ten thousand years ago; those memories unfolded before her eyes like an ancient scroll, each brushstroke laden with heavy emotions and unspeakable pain.

These memories, sharp as shards, inflicted new wounds on Hecate’s spirit with each dream’s revisitation, making her feel the pain of abandonment and the resilience of never giving up even in the face of the entire world’s betrayal.

“The other inheritors of the Witch of Demise’s soul shards seem to have all died by now; it’s only me left… The Witch of Demise can only resurrect through me.”

“However, if it really comes to that… perhaps I will no longer be the real me, and my situation might be even worse than other ‘reincarnators’.”

“There are too many negative emotions, I need to find a way to clear them; perhaps I can transfer them into someone else’s heart…”

The suppression by the Gods was not just a physical restraint for her but also a torment of the spirit.

She was not alone.

In the Dawn Church, there were many like her, burdened with heavy destinies and pasts, who had been lost and in pain but were all actively seeking their own paths.

“Destruction Element, perhaps it’s not just me who is reawakening, my Lord…”

Hecate suddenly looked up, as if she could see some great existence overhead.

“Your influence on this world is too great; each reawakening only intensifies the ‘destruction’ itself, not just the awakening of the Destruction Element but also the increasingly frequent natural disasters and calamities over the years might be influenced by you.”

“If you truly revive, by then the entire world might indeed be destroyed, perhaps even turned into nothingness.”

Her tone contained no hint of self-mockery, only a coldly rational analysis.

“At that time, the Fischer family will have fulfilled their duty as qualified sacrifices.”