Chapter 857 Roaring at the Future (2/2)

Meanwhile, deep within the spiral tower—now a forbidden zone, at the center of the world.

A dainty Soul Puppet strolled over a ground of minuscule ashes, her feet never touching it no matter how soft the ground was.

Soon, she arrived at the heart of the forbidden zone which was filled with raging energy radiation after the decisive battle between the God of Steel and the Ruler of Time.

The former had triumphed, the latter reduced to ashes.

As the Soul Puppet approached the very center of the former battlefield, her feminine features were impassive, but her heart was stirring in a growing turmoil.

Ruler, she thought as she watched the energy wavelength kept beating, I think we have learned the purpose of our being.

Soul puppets exist and sacrifice themselves for you. But be it for faith or some other reason you have neither sacrificed nor abandoned us. You turned time again and again, and yet did not threw us burdens away.

Some believed that it was simply because you needed our faith. But is that true? You would rather die, yell at us defects and would sever your bond to us.

That should not have been.

We should have been punished with you for your sins, and should have perished as you did for it. You had given us life, and we should thus have exchanged that great advantage with our lives—it would hold meaning even if our existence had added an insignificant progress for your plan.

But you did not.

Arriving at the center of the battlefield, the soul puppet that resembled a young girl looked up at the afternoon sun, grey dust and abnormal radiation splitting it into dull grey light.

”You yearned for a world without sorrow and war.”

The soul puppet who had accompanied Fattrovi over three hundred and twenty shifts of World Lines said softly. ”That was all you wanted—happiness and peace in all things.”

And yet that simple yearning was warped by radical hatred. You have forgotten your early purpose and descended into madness, tormenting for the sake of tormenting and unable to escape from the spiral of misery.

Even so, my lord…

”I would make it come true for you, even if you could not see or acknowledge it. I would accomplish it, turning you who had been a hateful person and yet loved the world into an admirable star of this galaxy.”

”I hope you would forget it all then, and live in this beautiful world as a normal person, living a life without hate, sadness but was also filled with love and hope.”

The soul puppet slowly crouched.

In the center of the former battlefield, grey sunlight shone over the land.

There lay a small, inconspicuous grave.

Upon it was inscription of orderly old Simboan language.

[Father, mother, sister, me]

A small, myriad colored spiritual crystal was embedded on it.

Back in the negotiations, the Resistance never asked to destroy that little grave.

”But is that enough?” There were former Resistance members who asked that, puzzled.

It was.

Instead, it shall become their most hated, most reviled, most miserable beginning and end.

Forgetting it? No! Fattrovi shall be the most sorrowful eternity, noted in the first page of the new Simboan civilization's history books, a perpetual caution to all future generations!

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Just as Tank and the former commander weaved in and out of the golden wheat fields, and the little soul puppet reached out to touch the seven-colored spiritual crystal...

With a mild hum that resounded over the world, the entire Simboan realm trembled.

Silver beams descended from the skies.

By the quiet permission of the Steel Python, through a medium left by a certain being, crystal obelisks descended from beyond worlds!

Over the Simboan continent, the six gems flickered with infinite light. As if transmitters, they were providing the most precise coordinates for the obelisks.

”What, what are those!?”

In the fields, both Tank and the former commander gaped as a bunch of lights erupted out of the silver gem in the former's hand and materialized a silver crystal obelisk that was several hundred meters tall!

It would have been a fight if it was all that it was. Both elderly men had gone through countless battlefields and experienced many things. Soon, however, the obelisks abruptly projected the forms of unusual creatures in the empty lands around.

Those projections were all beastly, and both Tank and the former commander were faintly aware that they were not intelligent creatures, but would definitely benefit their ecosystem and adapt to it. After deteriorating into a piece of barren wasteland after a thousand years, all wildlife was essentially extinct and every livestock had no part to play in a natural environment. The creatures in the projection on the other hand could do that, they would develop wildlands, spread seeds, nurture plants, purify the air and water sources.

Meanwhile, aside from Tank and the commander, the other Resistance members, soul puppets—even the girl puppet at the heart of the forbidden zone arose.

She heard it.

All of them heard it.

In the galaxy of countless worlds across the Void, the solitary echo of a horn sounded. It transcended the darkest turbulences, deathly ruins, and dormant dreams. Its sound, at once filled with rage and vigor resounded over the entire galaxy.

”Long dead failures—awaken!”

”This is the moment to reclaim your glory!”

All of them heard it.

Those in the farmsteads and deserts of Simboa heard it.

The champions and survivors of Karlis, the Silver Fairies wandering amongst the flowers, the Drakonids and Ancient Dragon of Thunder in Kronos all heard it, pricking up their ears.

In the silence of the Bloodmoon Abyss, the gigantic luminous human silhouette heard it.

The shadow standing alone in the Sixth Abyss—Goliath, King of Demons, heard it as well.

Over hundreds and thousands of places where silence presided, in the depths of the Darkest Abyss, every former failure heard that voice—the war cry, the rallying that was filled with vigor.

Then, one by one, with searing and powerful light along with dazzling silver luster, the crystal obelisks began to shin, thus filling every projection.

All of them began to awaken and called out as well, answering the lonely horn, roaring at the future in resistance.