Aina’s movements were almost careful as she pulled Anselma’s body onto the floating piece of Black Wood. The ancient trees hung in the depths of the abyss, looking anything but like the torture devices they truly were. There were struggles, curses, a hail of insults, but one would have thought that Aina didn’t hear them at all, especially not after she finished hanging Anselma and actually began to hum. A beautiful sort of tune spilled into the surroundings, but to Anselma and Loryth’s horror, this tune that could bring down the pleased chirps of birds and the humming wings of butterflies, was actually increasing their pain by several orders of magnitude. And yet, not one of them was able to make a single sound. They could only watch as Aina sat cross-legged before them, blood rotating around her as though following the resonance of her hymns. And then, two pills began to take form. She took her time on these pills, her song not stopping even for several days. She recalled the few memories she had with her mother, and then the few she had with her father. Both were actually quite clear to her given her Clairvoyance, but this was the first time she seemed to realize that her memories with her father weren’t so bad after all. Right then, what she recalled the most were the times they ate together. They never said a word, but when she thought about it, the way their elbows used to clash as though they were in the middle of battle and not dinner had always been amusing. Her mother was a fairytale in her mind, and her father was very much real. She loved both of them equally for different reasons, and maybe it took losing them both before she could even begin to understand that. In the end, the Brazingers also hurt both of them. They ripped the innocent life of her mother away from her. They suppressed her father, drilling him down with burdens that turned him into a man he couldn’t even look at in the mirror. And today… she had avenged them both. Her pill, or rather two pills, finally took form. Aina’s hum reached a peak, and for a moment, around one, one could see a beautiful woman with long black hair coming out of the hair of a little girl as she hummed her own tune. Around the other, one could see a middle-aged man sneakily stealing food from a young teen’s plate as she fought to eat faster. There was a ripple through the depths of space as Aina stood to her feet. With a calm wave of her hands, the pills soared through the skies, becoming part of the separation between the Black Wood and the back of the two Brazingers’ heads. "Like I said… 99 days isn’t enough. Maybe you’ll get lucky and the world will end soon… but I doubt it. More likely than not, my husband, the reason I am no longer a Brazinger, will be the reason you suffer this torment into the endless spiral of time. Poetic… don’t you think?" After she said these words, the two women tried yelling, tried screaming, but nothing was heard. The ancient trees drifted off into the void and Aina turned away, staring off into the skies. With a wave of her hand, the Four Heirlooms of the Great Families appeared around her, her gaze calm. Then, she suddenly smiled. She missed her babies. ** Leonel squatted down on a mountain peak, his palm stretched out in a clawing motion. The enormous head of a Sylvan Ancestor, its golden mask cracked and fissured, hung from his fingers, its body dangling below, limp and broken. "I tried to tell you this would be the end result. People just sent you here to die. But I’m actually quite happy that you presented yourself like this on a silver platter. We really do have important things to discuss." The tides of war still boomed and crackled around them. Entire worlds and stars seemed to be wiped out in breaths of time, and yet Leonel was still there, his two children by his side. "I really need to know what you all were thinking ranking my wife second on the beauty list." "What?" Little Leo’s eyes bulged as though he had just heard the most ridiculous thing. "You see? Even my son can’t believe his little ears." "My ears are not little!" Leonel reached back with his free hand and ruffled his hair, obscuring his vision. The little guy had to fight for his life not to fall off his father’s back. The Sylvan Ancestor coughed up a mouthful of blood. But maybe because it was too spent, too broken to respond, or maybe because it was already at death’s door… it had no reply. "Hm?" Leonel suddenly looked up, his eyes narrowing. There was a sudden great wave of animosity just now, one suffocating for all the wrong reasons. He felt it long before he saw it, and once he did, he deduced exactly what was going on. ’Uh… well, they were bound to come for revenge at some point.’ There was probably only one group that would get so infuriated at him mentioning that list. BOOM! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 Eight pairs of golden wings appeared high in the skies. They seemed to vanish behind the clouds, looking more illusory than real, or like they were still so far away from the world that it was only their sheer size that allowed them to be seen in the first place. The world’s Forces seemed stripped and pulled, as though all of it was being sucked toward this construct high above them. Leonel shook his head. "I’m surrounded by idiots—." He quickly looked at his children. "When your mother is back, you didn’t hear that from me." Leah only giggled, while Leo seemed to already be plotting his revenge. Find exclusive stories on freewebnovel Leonel sighed. Was this the fate of a father? Despite his antics, his reactions weren’t slow in the slightest. A pulse of vibrant violet came from his life. "Where do you get off trying to control the Domain of a King?" Chi. Something snapped.