“The Fallen Corona!”
“God of Suffering’s true Velthyr is The Fallen Corona!”
Javon recalled the murals he had seen in the Fallen City Diat, and threads of thought snapped together at breakneck speed.
Why was The Fallen Corona originally the weakest—yet able to turn around and devour The Wind of Incineration? Because He received aid from a Velthyr!
That Velthyr is most likely The Breaking Dawn. They are secret allies!
It sounded absurd—because if not for The Breaking Dawn, The Black Sun would never have split. And Forged Light and Umbral mutually restrained each other; by any surface logic, they should have been mortal enemies!
But Javon knew there were things you could not judge by appearances alone.
Based on the ancient secrets he understood, there was another possibility.
The Breaking Dawn and The Fallen Corona may loathe one another, yet they are also the two least likely to become true mortal enemies—the basis for alliance exists, because they both split from The Black Sun. If either devours the other, no matter who wins, it would cause The Black Sun to revive within the victor!
A Velthrex was a greater existence than a Velthyr—far harder to truly extinguish.
For beings like that, death was only a state. With the right catalyst, they could even return from the River of Time.
And although The Breaking Dawn and The Fallen Corona are weaker than a Velthrex, they are already independent beings—and from total madness they have regained a measure of reason… What sane being would willingly die to complete someone else, or become a perfect madman?
Therefore, they may be hostile—but they are not mortal enemies!
The Wind of Incineration that The Fallen Corona devoured came from the Crimson Creator, not The Black Sun! This time, the target is The Flesh-Mother Tree— a Velthyr of the Sanguis path. Because The Night-Mother and The Ossuary Lord both hold an Umbral essential aspect? A clash of Sovereignty!
What I’m seeing now fully confirms my hypothesis… the relationships among the Velthyr can finally be, roughly, sorted out.
So the alliance between The Night-Mother and The Ossuary Lord is unbreakable as well. Because if They merge, it may cause The Flesh-Mother Tree to become more complete—and far more mad?
Besides that, The Lady of the Greenwood and The Shed Chrysalis may be at odds, but if danger comes, they will absolutely join hands to weather it—because neither of Them wishes to become Cocoon!
So the Velthyr split directly from the Crimson Sun are unlikely to devour each other. They all possess the basis to form alliances!
In the end, whether the original Velthrex or the later Velthyr, none of Them dare devour too much—because they all originate, directly or indirectly, from the Crimson Sun. If too many essential aspects and Sovereignty concentrate in one place, it may trigger the resurrection of something even more terrifying: the Crimson Creator! That is also why, after the twelve Velthyr divided the months, the Ethereal Realm stabilized, and the Velthyr stopped warring without end…
Hah… if Transcendents are deceived by the superficial “factions” the Velthyr present and build their plans upon that, they’ll die without ever knowing why—perhaps even sold out by the very Velthyr they think they serve!
And now the balance has been broken. Did the Velthyr sense something? Could it be… my awakening?
The instant The Spear of the Sun King left his hand—
As he felt the fleeting World-Sanctioned Immortal power granted by Historical Reversal ebb away, God of Suffering tasted a brief sting of loss, and his thoughts began to drift.
The Divine Scion of the Breaking Dawn possesses an immortal trait, yes—but chiefly Mortis. And He is already dead. Even if Sanguis and Umbral remnants remain, how could I peel out the corresponding trait with perfect certainty?
If I use His power to open the seventh Sephiroth, I may indeed push open the Gate of Immortality—yet my end will inevitably be corruption, or pollution!
The Night-Mother doesn’t care what becomes of me. She only needs a World-Sanctioned Immortal as a vessel for descent—madness might even be preferable. But I care!
After The Fallen Corona showed me that future, I began to worship Him in secret. Rather than worship The Night-Mother and be devoured to the last drop… better to be even more ruthless. With the Historical Reversal rite, invert my Sanguis essential aspect—transform it into Forged Light! Thus I will please the Velthyr The Breaking Dawn!
The path I truly seek is the “Balancer” road—Forged Light and Umbral held in equilibrium! In theory, the brightest future of all!
After I backstab The Night-Mother and prove my loyalty, I will enter the pyramid, invert my essential aspect, then receive blessings from The Breaking Dawn and The Fallen Corona themselves—who will open the gate of Immortality for me!
After becoming a World-Sanctioned Immortal, I can exploit the contradictions between those two Velthyr, play both sides, maintain balance, avoid becoming any Velthyr’s sacrifice—while gaining the support of two Velthyr and a boundless horizon.
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To become an Obscured Existence one day, and even… a new Velthyr!!!
God of Suffering did not understand the hidden relationship between The Breaking Dawn and The Fallen Corona. He believed he had engineered a temporary alliance between two Velthyr. His most likely end was to become their shared vessel.
That “Balancer” theory was only the Tower school’s private doctrine—nothing more than theory.
Once you truly climbed high enough, you would discover…
Mysticism has no balance. Only traps.
And one misstep could mean irrevocable ruin.
Now, as the golden streak of the Spear of the Sun King carved across the black night, a spectacle unfolded.
The golden meteor seemed to tear open a curtain of black velvet, or split heavy storm clouds—so that a pure white sun descended upon the world!
A strand of pure white radiance poured down, striking the pyramid’s apex. The light surged through the seams between the black bricks, cascading downward.
The writhing Sanguis within those seams began to convert at terrifying speed, becoming Forged Light that shone with brilliance.
The black structure flared with gold, turning into a true “golden pyramid”!
Clack.
Half of the spear dropped before God of Suffering—its tip slick with dark fluid that tangled together with the Breaking Dawn’s blood.
“Even a Deity-grade Eldritcha is damaged… so this is the might of a Velthyr!”
God of Suffering seized the spearhead and climbed the pyramid steps, his heart surging.
The final segment of the Historical Reversal rite had arrived at last!
The moment he took the first step, his entire body shuddered. Pain twisted his face—yet he still forced his foot forward. At the same time, the Sanguis Essence within him was being rapidly transmuted into Forged Light Essence!
When he reached the pyramid’s crown, he would complete the conversion. He would receive the blessings of the Velthyr of Forged Light and the Velthyr of Umbral!
Half the sky above the Ethereal Realm was black, half pure white.
The Night-Mother battled The Breaking Dawn!
The Fallen Corona fought The Ossuary Lord!
Two Velthyr against two Velthyr—such struggles should have taken eons to decide. For beings of that order, combat often transcended the very idea of time.
But this time was different!
The Night-Mother had been backstabbed by The Spear of the Sun King and wounded—victory and defeat would be decided soon.
The two Velthyr would even have time to descend to the pyramid’s summit to bless God of Suffering in person.
At least… that was the script in God of Suffering’s head.
Step by step, enduring the agony of a thousand knives, the pain of his blood being replaced, he finally reached the top.
By now, the Sanguis within him had fully turned into Forged Light.
Upon the level summit stood two obsidian thrones side by side. On their backs were engraved hymns praising The Breaking Dawn and The Fallen Corona.
God of Suffering lifted his gaze to the still-dominant half of black night. His expression tightened—yet he did not hesitate. He raised the broken Spear of the Sun King high.
This pyramid was already saturated with the blessings of The Breaking Dawn and The Fallen Corona.
The Breaking Dawn was the radiance that had just descended. The Fallen Corona had long since blessed him in secret.
With the blessings of two Velthyr, God of Suffering could not imagine failure. And once he became a World-Sanctioned Immortal, he could retreat into the mortal realm and enter Velthyr-level games of power!
With a tremor of exhilaration, God of Suffering knelt before the two thrones, as if two Velthyr already sat upon them.
“My lords… grant me leave to open the seventh Sephiroth, and ascend as an Immortal!”
He chanted in Spirit Language. Complex mystic patterns flared to life across the pyramid, like answers from the Velthyr themselves.
A vast ritual array appeared—its core the Broken Spear of the Sun King in his hands.
On the spearhead, two threads of blood, endlessly entwined, dripped down. In midair they suddenly changed—one pure white, one pitch-black.
The former came from the Breaking Dawn’s blood.
The latter came from The Night-Mother’s.
The two threads coiled together, merged, and finally condensed into a single gray droplet.
With the pyramid’s amplification and the Velthyr’s blessing, God of Suffering stripped from the spear a fused immortal trait—Forged Light and Umbral intertwined—perfectly matched to himself!
This was the main material for his ascent as an Immortal!
Velthyr blood contained terrifying Essence. Even after each had been partially stripped away, blood still clung to the spearhead—still vivid, as though it had only just fallen from a fresh wound.
God of Suffering had calculated against multiple Velthyr. At last, as a mortal, he stood atop a grand miracle, ready to swallow immortal divinity and knock upon the Gate of Immortality!
“No. I do not permit it.”
In the midst of fusing the immortal trait with all his strength, God of Suffering jerked his head up.
He saw an impossibly handsome young man in elaborate, sumptuous aristocratic dress, eyes like violet gemstones—seated upon the obsidian throne belonging to The Breaking Dawn.
His right leg rested casually over his left. His left arm lay along the armrest, his left hand supporting his cheek.
Like a king looking down from above, gazing upon a lowly servant.
God of Suffering recognized that Malevolent Spirit.
He remembered the place where Magician Lucivar had died—this same strange Malevolent Spirit he had casually slain!
Back then, he had regarded the other as an ant.
“You…”
God of Suffering found the scene absurd—almost laughable.
But he had already begun his advancement. He could not stop.
His body became black and white, merging with the entire pyramid. His mind climbed without limit, as though he saw an incomparably majestic Immortal Gate—the very emblem of immortality!
At this instant, his mind, his Essence, his emotions… everything he was turned into a roaring tide, hurling itself at that legendary gate with all its strength!
And then, a cold voice rang in his ear:
“God of Suffering’s advancement will fail, and he himself will die directly from the backlash.”
At the moment that sentence—like a verdict—was spoken, God of Suffering felt the Immortal Gate he had been about to touch turn distant in an instant.
And then it fled from him—faster and faster!
No!!!
As his consciousness sank into utter void, what God of Suffering could never forget was the figure seated upon the obsidian throne—
and the mocking smile on that face.
Atop the pyramid, upon the obsidian throne.
Javon silently watched the entire process: God of Suffering’s charge toward Immortal, and his failure.
Good. My Secret Power can still draw a response from the Ethereal Realm.
I dragged the probability of God of Suffering’s advancement down to the absolute minimum. Naturally there was only one outcome—failure, and death.
After all, what is a single individual compared to the entire Ethereal Realm?
It’s just a pity the Velthyr have grown rational. Even if I issue another “fate,” they likely won’t believe it.
On the pyramid’s summit, Javon grasped the ruined half of the Spear of the Sun King and slowly rose.
Secret Power is the source of all Essence—capable of inconceivable miracles. Back then, with only a dozen-odd years of accumulation, it created a system and a world this uncanny… it’s hard to imagine.
Perhaps my Secret Power is only a key—merely activating what lay inside that mysterious bead, and thus giving rise to everything?
