Chapter 1009 It is Called Resolve (2/2)
”I hate fighting and the endless mutual slaughter between the Amoses and the other races. Although I am nurtured through education and personal experience to hate the Takurians, but compared to hating them, my greater wish is for the Amoses to live in happiness and peace. I hope the Imperator could love us sincerely like a father, or like a true ruler…if possible, I really hope that such a day would come. That way, us Amoses would be ever victorious, our civilization everlasting.”
It was a pity that it was impossible. As a creation of Imperator Amos, who would never treat his toys seriously, Elma could only manage a regrettable expression.
”I am really sorry to be born an Amos…but I am proud of it too, just as you are proud to be Mycroftian.”
”But…”
Creed appeared to have something to say. His expression was anxious, but Elma interrupted before he could speak.
”The Amoses are a completely different race from Mycroftians,” she said, ”Even in the knowledge of the antidote, I would try it personally to alter its intricacies. It is only with my Amos body, and by doing the same thing, that a perfect vaccine can be made.”
”Furthermore, unlike Mycroftians, us Amoses are actually highly resistant to the invading Virus. With the vaccine as a buffer to let us discover that a virus is invading our bodies, I believe most Amoses would not die so senselessly.”
”But you don't have to put yourself in danger!”
At that, Creed could not hold back and started to yell at Elma. ”Why can't you wait a few days? By then, the Nature Magister would develop a real vaccine—you're not Legend yet, it's too dangerous!”
”But,” Elma calmly asked in return, ”What if the vaccine isn't developed in a few days?”
”What if it cannot be used by Amoses even if it gets created?”
”Creed, you know well that the Ultimate Virus is so advanced that it is several eras beyond us. Even if it's not difficult to avoid it, breaking it down is not easy.”
”Moreover…”
Elma slowly approached Creed and stood so close before the human captain that they were almost touching. She then said very seriously, ”It is a 'few days' like you said, but to the citizens of the Court, millions or even billions would die to the Plague.”
With that, Elma lifted her eyes towards the Void beyond the bridge, her tender gaze seemingly seeing the countless worlds across the Court.
”I came to a realization just now, why I had achieved nothing after so long…because I lacked a great many things, because I lack great power.”
At that, she paused before adding, ”As well as the resolve to sacrifice.”
”There is no savior in the Multiverse, but just as you Mycroftians are willingly creating the vaccine for other civilizations and gifting seeds of hope everywhere, every civilization would definitely progress hand in hand if they helped each other.”
”Nevertheless, we must not pray for salvation from someone else, or entrust hope upon them!”
”We must obtain our own tomorrow with our own hands!” she thus declared firmly. Her words were filled with strength.
At that very instant, purple-blue light shone over her body. As light flashed, a ring that exist between physical and intangible appeared in her hand, materializing over her finger!
Still, at that very moment, Elma understood completely.
[O, Death!]
[I had been fearful all along.]
[I feared the volatile Imperator, the callous enemy.]
[I feared the absence of a bright future for the Multiverse, the next day which had no hope.]
[I even feared myself, who held no resolve and could not change this world, and had actually been changed by it.]
But now, I understand.
Fear had only come into me from my lack of resolve and my sole wish to rebel and escape, using the cheapest fix in order to gain hope.
Everything happened because I had forgotten love.
”If I do not struggle by giving everything on this day—and everything that I am, not some boons granted by the Imperator, nor the pity of others or even your help.”
As she thus spoke, Elma reached out with her hand to gently touched Creed's face, even as the human was left at a loss. She saw that the captain's mouth was open, as if he was about to say something, but could not say a thing with their present situation.
Therefore, the foreign traitor smiled as if in epiphany. ”If I don't give it all today, how could I have a clear conscience to wait for tomorrow?”
Such is my decision.
In that very moment, the purple-blue ring in Elma's human form hand shone with the splendor called divine power!
The splendor of Resolve was shining, and it was Elma, bearer of the Ring of Resolve!
***
In Stellaris on the other side of dimensions, one of the Four Divine Rings began to shine as it answered its call, having sensed its agent individual who could embody its emotion being born in the worlds beyond—it therefore answered the care, stirring tidal waves of emotion.
The divine power roared, surging towards the heart of the battle…
Even as a piece amongst the chips of fate was betted.