The deafening sound of fireworks echoed through the city of Lille, causing the entire metropolis to tremble slightly. Countless bursts of light decorated the night sky, as if the gods had opened the gates of heaven and showered their splendor upon the earth.
Candlelights, like stars fallen from the sky, illuminated the streets, revealing faces filled with joy and hope. The million residents of Lille stepped out of their homes, giving thanks for the divine blessings of the past year and praying for peace and prosperity in the new one.
On the terrace of the "Elf in the Night," a rooftop garden, nobles and wealthy elites gathered to watch the spectacle. Fur coats and silk gowns, jewels and pearls, shimmered in the light, creating a tableau of earthly riches and luxury.
Dorian was no longer the same person he used to be, now a popular figure in front of the Bedivere throne and holding the source of wealth, the War God's Hammer. Even though a seat in the famous air garden 'Babylon' of the "Elf in the Night" is worth a hundred gold coins, they still had the means to sit here. The wealthy and noble families were currently enjoying themselves at the Grand Duke's mansion with the "Lionheart Grand Duke" Duke Reinhardt von Wilhelm, while "Babylon" had become the best place for middle-class nobles and merchants to display their status.
Fireworks continued to bloom endlessly in the sky, and occasionally, a magical tulip of seven colors would shoot up, leaving a dazzling trail that lingered against the dark backdrop. The ever-changing lights cast fleeting shadows on Dorian's face, yet his eyes remained clear, like deep, still pools. The myriad colors seemed to pass through his gaze without leaving a trace. Smiling to himself, he murmured words no one could hear:
"The myriad colors of the world are but a veil over our hearts."
Across the city, on the highest tower of the duke's estate, the fireworks could not outshine the golden light that radiated in all directions. Bedivere's Battle Energy(Battle Qi) surged to its peak, golden flames rising from his body like a tangible force. At his feet was a massive magic circle, with Elysis standing in its center, her stunning figure wreathed in black flames that were continuously drawn into the circle.
Bedivere's brow was furrowed with concentration as he exerted all his power. Each time the golden flames reached a certain height, a peculiar shadow would slice through the air, absorbing them completely. Occasionally, stray flames would attempt to escape the tower, but they were always blocked by the black flames emerging from the magic circle, forcing them back into the golden blaze.
Dorian, too, was waiting in anticipation.
"Boom... Boom..." The deep, resonant chimes of the duke's grand clock towered above the thunderous fireworks.
Amidst the cheers of millions, the Holy Calendar year 686 had finally arrived.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and a grand, resplendent hymn echoed across the land. The sound was so immense, it seemed to be sung by a choir of a million holy maidens.
All earthly beings stood still, all sounds ceased to exist; in that moment, only the purifying hymn remained.
All eyes were fixed, every soul awaited, in anticipation of the sudden arrival of...
Divine Wonders!
Above the Grand Duke's estate, clouds gathered with frenzied intensity, swirling and roiling, growing thicker and hanging lower. An invisible pressure descended upon the city, overwhelming and omnipresent.
All beings fell to their knees.
Dorian's clear eyes turned murky as he knelt alongside the others, succumbing to the overwhelming force.
In the vast city, only Bedivere stood tall like a mountain.
Elysis gently tugged at Bedivere, her delicate fingers now feeling as heavy as mountains. Bedivere collapsed to his knees, a single tear falling to the ground.
The clouds ceased their tumult and began to glow, gradually illuminating the entirety of Lille until it was as bright as day.
Above the clouds, a massive gate, a hundred meters tall, slowly took form.
With a thunderous roar, as if a thousand bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, the gate to the heavens finally opened.
From the radiant light, a colossal figure emerged, its back adorned with three pairs of enormous wings emitting an unbearable golden brilliance.
The six-winged angel, holding a giant urn, exuded an unparalleled majesty. It tilted the urn, releasing a plume of vapor, and a stream of holy water poured directly into the Grand Duke's estate. The stream then branched out, spreading rapidly throughout Lille.
The multitude felt the holy water pass through their very souls without obstruction, filling them with ecstatic joy.
When the water reached Dorian, it divided in two, rejoining only after passing him, and continued its course.
Dorian remained kneeling, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh gods of the heavens, since you have chosen this path, from this moment on, I shall become a necromancer. What of it?" As he spoke, countless Prophecy spells vanished from his mind.
Elysis curled up like a newborn, the black flames around her reduced to a thin layer. Outside the black flames was a sphere of golden Battle Energy, flickering under the onslaught of the holy water. Bedivere, hair disheveled and bleeding from his mouth and nose, struggled to remain conscious.
From the six-winged angel's giant urn, dozens of glowing orbs flew out, scattering and falling to the mortal realm.
In an instant, the six-winged angel turned and stepped back through the heavenly gate. The clouds dispersed and the light faded.
After a century, a aivine wonders had finally reappeared on the continent of Gloria.
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Veil of Destiny
FantasyBorn in troubled times, God is dead, but has the true love in the heart also disappeared? In this turbulent era, a little man who is a little mean and just wants to live a simple life, because of the teasing of fate, becomes the heir of the great ne...
