The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 128: The Weight of History

Franka grasped the "Judgment" card and quietly recited in Hermes: "I ask for judgment!"

The seemingly ordinary tarot card didn't change, but a few seconds later, the Golden Rooster Hotel trembled noticeably. The brown-green branches and green vines covering the building retreated, as if in fear.

This gave Franka a clearer view outside the window. She saw the sky connected to the illusory treetop, where the clouds, as if caught in a hurricane, surged in the same direction.

As the wind shifted, countless white clouds formed a massive vortex, extending downward and lengthening into a giant sword of wind that spanned between heaven and earth.

When the sword landed, a figure stood steadily in the center of Rue Anarchie.

It was a woman with yellow hair that cascaded to her shoulders, dressed in a traditional gray-white knight's training outfit. She was about 150 cm tall, with delicate features and soft eyebrows, yet she exuded a natural aura of authority that compelled obedience.

The chaos of Rue Anarchie had disappeared. The surrounding buildings, the narrow streets, and the vendors and passersby who were previously lost in various desires were now scattered across a strange wilderness, mixed with other streets.

In between them, large twisted tree roots sprouted from the ground, spreading outward in layers from the brown-green giant tree at the center. The closer to the tree, the denser the roots became.

This strange wilderness was the reason the outside world hadn't noticed anything wrong with the streets occupied by the giant tree!

Upon seeing the short yet authoritative yellow-haired woman arrive, Franka visibly let out a sigh of relief.

Holding the "Judgment" and "Two of Cups" cards, she sincerely said, "Praise the Fool! Praise the Lady of Judgment!"

The so-called "Lady of Judgment" had just landed when she looked towards the side of the brown-green tree. There, an open, dark red carriage, shaped like a cradle, had appeared at some point. Pulling the carriage were two tall creatures with black bodies, burning with dark flames, and resembling devils, each with a pair of goat horns.

Seated inside the carriage was a woman with a light-colored veil. She wore a loose white robe, her belly slightly rounded, and she exuded a tangible aura of motherhood.

It was "Madame Moon"!

This eerie wilderness was her "Otherworld"!

"Madame Moon... you've crawled out of your rat hole after all..." The eyes of the woman known as the "Lady of Judgment" turned hazy, as if they were dyed in a golden hue.

She saw the intertwining extraordinary powers that enveloped the woman on the carriage, existing in different colors and forms.

"Strip!" the Lady of Judgment solemnly declared in ancient Hermes.

With a simple motion of her right hand, Madame Moon's power to make various beings of different sexes and species reproduce and give birth was temporarily stripped away.

Immediately after, the Lady of Judgment leaned forward, extended her palm, and once again proclaimed in ancient Hermes: "Banish!"

With a mighty roar, invisible, overwhelming power gathered into a terrifying hurricane, rushing towards Madame Moon.

The distance between them vanished as if the hurricane had manifested directly in front of the carriage.

Madame Moon's red lips, faintly visible under her veil, suddenly parted, and she began to inhale deeply.