Chapter 406: Raguyaran (4)

Chapter 406: Raguyaran (4)

The blade of the Moonlight Sword had been shattered.

Long ago, after Vermouth had completely destroyed it, the specifics of the sword had remained a mystery... but this ominous blade had been passed down to Eugene knowingly or unknowingly. A few years ago, Eugene ventured into the mines of Kazard Hills to gather the blades scattered shards.

However, even with all the fragments combined, it was still only half the blade it once was.

The blade. Eugene looked at the sword with awe.

The noxious miasma exuded by countless corpses of the Nur had accumulated over a century. This malevolent mist mixed with the moonlight, bonding with the blade. Eugene gazed at the ever-elongating blade.

Rampage. That word suddenly popped into Eugenes mind.

This transformation wasn't taking place by Eugene's intent. In that sense, what was happening with the Moonlight Sword was indeed a rampage. Yet, oddly enough, he felt no imminent danger from this anomaly.Unearth this data, retracing it to the very heart of Nøv€lß¡n★

They've already merged, Eugene thought in amazement.

Eugene's flames and the moonlight had combined. In simple terms, the pervasive, toxic miasma of this world was empowering the Moonlight Sword, restoring its blade without needing any more of its missing fragments.

Yet, with the Moonlight Sword already merged with Eugenes power, the sword remained under control despite becoming increasingly powerful and complete.

Fwoosh!

The swirling moonlight dissipated. At its core stood Eugene, who slowly lowered the Moonlight Sword he held aloft.

The tip of the elongated blade was unsharpened. It was blunt like a club. However, the Moonlight Sword was never intended to slice or pierce its use.

It didnt quite feel the same as before.

What he felt from the Moonlight Sword was even different from when Vermouth had wielded it three hundred years ago. Eugene couldnt exactly pinpoint the difference, but the blade now just felt different from back then. However, the elongated blade of the sword felt reminiscent of its old self.

"How strange, Eugene muttered as he tested the Moonlight Sword.

He tried swinging it in different directions. Its dim, ash-gray blade remained unchanged, but a soft moonlight illuminated it when he infused a bit of power.

This was already different from before. The original Moonlight Sword would emit a ferocious moonlight when charged with mana. Now, instead of releasing a fierce, expansive light, it only created a thin layer of coating on the blade, similar to a condensed blade aura.

But it's not weaker, Eugene realized.

He felt a chill run down his back as he maneuvered the Moonlight Sword. The blade moved very slowly, with the moonlight following its movement. As it moved, the light distorted the space around it. The once erratic moonlight now seemed fully fused and harmonized.

But what was even more surprising was that it wasnt being fully utilized.

This realization sent shivers down Eugene's arm. Even at this very moment, it felt more daunting and powerful than it was in his battle with Iris, and this wasn't even its maximum output.

Moreover, the current Moonlight Sword harmonized with Eugene's mana.

In a realm of what-ifs, what would happen if one were to overlay the Moonlight Sword with the Empty Sword? What if he forged Eclipse by merging the light of the Moonlight Sword with his flames?

"Ha." Eugene exhaled loudly.

Truth be told, the extent of its potential power was beyond any measure. He couldnt even begin to imagine how powerful it might be. Moreover, he dared not test it now for fear of unforeseen consequences.

Eugene sheathed the Moonlight Sword and let out a cough to clear his throat, "Ehem...."

The surroundings were eerily silent. Such was the shock that even breathing seemed too loud. Eugene turned to face Molon while tucking the sheathed Moonlight Sword inside his cloak.

"You should be grateful, Eugene said.

Molon wasnt sure what Eugene was talking about.

"Look, I've cleansed this place. I made it pristine again, stammered Eugene.

He spoke the truth. Once warped by Nur's poison, the landscapes had returned to their natural state. Molon blinked in disbelief while taking in the transformed world around him. The land was smooth, mountains no longer sprouted whimsically, the foul stench that filled the air with every breath was gone, and even the bodies of the Nur, strewn everywhere, had vanished.

This change felt nothing short of miraculous to Molon.

The battles with the Nur had raged on for over a century. However, Molons madness had not been borne solely from combat.

Many other things had contributed to it as well. Molon had experienced bitter solitude after the battles, and the landscape had been filled only with the corpses of the Nur, a sight he never grew accustomed to. The environment had caused his head to spin and stomach to churn simply by being present. All these things combined had exacerbated Molons madness.

The poisonous miasma had been immune to even the most powerful divine magic, and Molon had been left with no choice but to simply endure.

"Heh... Haha," Molon laughed, a bit unsure.

Disbelief was evident in his eyes as Sienna and Anise quickly approached.

"What did you just do?" asked Sienna.

"Hamel, how did you accomplish this?" Anise chimed in as well.

Questions poured forth, one after another.

From what could be inferred, Eugene had reconstructed the Moonlight Sword. The original Moonlight Sword had been destroyed. The scattered fragments had been imbued with Eugene's flame and, by his will, came together once more to form the blade. This act strengthened his dominion over the Moonlight Sword.

What? asked Eugene.

It is perfect as it is, Kristina repeated.

Though their wings bore no resemblance, Kristina cherished the commonality they both held in having wings.

Eugene gave a hesitant nod in response to her assertive words before soaring toward the sky.

Dont wait for me here. Go back to the cave, he said.

But his words were in vain, for no one showed any intention of leaving the peak. He signaled them not to worry with a reassuring wave of his hand, then advanced towards Raguyaran.

Climb Lehainjar.

See Raguyaran.

Beware the End that comes from beyond it.

Although the ambient mana was thin, Eugene could sustain Prominence while flying due to the ample amount of mana he possessed. As the once-distant glacier neared, Eugene took a moment to look back.

The vast expanse of Lehainjar filled the horizon. But though it was visibly close, it felt eerily distant. The silhouettes of the companions he'd left behind were barely discernible. The connection with Sienna, tethered by the tracking device, grew faint, and the protective light of the Saints seemed to dim as well.

"It seems so far," Eugene commented to himself.

He hadn't even reached what one could call the End, and yet the world already felt far away.

With a rueful smile, Eugene drew the Moonlight Sword from his cloak. Perhaps as he approached Raguyaran, the sword might show some response... but nothing happened. The blade neither vibrated of its own accord nor shimmered with moonlight.

Should I be disappointed? Eugene wasnt sure.

Instead of sheathing the Moonlight Sword, he slung it on his hip and drew out the Holy Sword Altair. At his will, it illuminated. Eugene hoped for a sign as he held the radiant sword aloft. However, once again, nothing happened.

The land came to an end.

Below him stretched a frozen sea. Around this point, Eugene ceased to fly and descended. The ice, thick as the earth's crust, seemed sturdy enough to hold even a giant.

Might there be something beneath the ice? Perhaps the bottom concealed the cradle of the Nur? These thoughts prompted Eugene to peer intently into the ice's depths.

But there was no sign of the Nur or anything else. Breaking the ice to dive deeper might reveal some unknown world, but he didn't attempt it.

Why would I invite trouble? Who knows what might happen. Eugene continued with his internal monologue.

How far did one have to go before the sea felt like an actual sea? How much further could he venture?

But he had not come to ascertain such things. His journey to Raguyaran and this distant sea was not to prove that the world was round and that the north and south were connected.

That was a task for future explorers. Eugene's reason for being here was to reflect upon his past lives, particularly the moment when he fell to the Demon King of Destruction.

Perhaps, Eugene thought.

In the lost Age of Myths, when all life perished, and seas surged, the Demon King of Incarceration had submerged an entire city into the depths of the sea because of a pact he had with the Demon King of Fury. That stood as a unique incident, while everything else faced complete annihilation.

As the world vanished and the seas rose, he wondered if any land remained afterward. Maybe, perhaps, after the waters claimed everything and new lands formed? Regardless of the specifics, the world had begun anew.

The vast ocean beyond Raguyaran, a realm untouched by the humans of this age, stood as a remnant of the mythical epoch. With this realization, a shadow crept into Eugene's eyes.

Why did such a place remain? Was it intentional or an inevitable consequence? This place was the wreckage of a ruined age. Then, what of Eugene?

He was a phantom of a bygone era. In fact, he now yearned for that era and its knowledge. His consciousness remained narrow, and craving for more. Be it Eugene, Hamel, or Agaroth, distinguishing his true self among them wasnt of much importance to him. Because his sole aim never changed. And that was to slay the Demon Kings.

Because it was necessary to end the Demon Kings.

And so, his desire to recall Agaroth's final moments was purely for that reason and that reason alone.

There's no need to differentiate them, Eugene told himself.

Chuckling softly, he placed a hand over his left chest. A sizzle. The moment his fingers made contact, a crimson current sparked.

We're connected this way, Eugene thought.

Despite having been reborn twice, his divinity hadn't faded.

The Divine Sword emerged from his left chest. This blade, formed from his crimson divine power, shone brighter than when it ended Iris. The reverence and faith towards Eugene, forged by the tales of his epics throughout the continent, lent the blade its brilliance.

Eugene held the Divine Sword upright and grasped it with both hands. He stared intently at the blade's undulating divine power.

Miracles were the deeds of gods.

Then Eugene spoke, "I wish."

The desires of a god.

The sounds of war echoed in his ears.