Tiya’s ears catch a whisper, soft like a dream talk, stirring her from the brink of consciousness.
She feels as though she has been through a long and sorrowful dream.
The specific details had already faded, but one memory remained clear: the bright full moon hanging high in the sky, cleaved into two by a demon wielding a blood-stained blade.
This was the faith to which she had once sworn allegiance. Although various events had occurred since then, Tiya in the dream still felt a strange sorrow.
She should have felt unprecedented anger and hatred towards that demon.
However, to her surprise, when she clearly saw the other’s slender and imposing figure, a feeling of familiarity overwhelmed her, and Tiya couldn’t help but want to embrace him.
The instant she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the mature figure of a woman enveloped by the bright moonlight. Though her face was somewhat obscured by the brilliant holy light, Tiya could still sense a look of relief in her eyes.
The woman’s voice was clear and melodious.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Tiya felt like she recognized this gentle tone as if she had heard it somewhere not long ago.
Looking around the vast and empty sky and earth, Tiya then realized this scene was not real - more like she was in a unique, alternate dimension.
Realizing this, layers of fragmented memories appeared before her, reminding her of everything that had happened.
Yes, this must be the Divine Moon Gap. Not long ago, to save Lynn, she accidentally connected with her future self.
Tiya felt as if she understood something. Weakly supporting herself, she looked at the mature woman surrounded by pale moonlight.
Her appearance resembled that of Beatrice in her first form but contained no hostility. Instead, she gently held Tiya’s hand, kneeling by her side as if she had accompanied her throughout her sleep.
From her ethereal form, it could be deduced that she had traveled through time and space and probably had finished her mission, which is why she had left Tiya’s body and was now standing there as a Spirit Thought Body.
The woman before her appearing as a kind elder sister was probably herself from a hundred thousand years in the future.
I can’t believe I become so beautiful in the future, and my figure is so nice... Somehow, a sense of self-deprecation arose.
Thankfully, Tiya quickly realized something else.
The fact that her future self could appear so peacefully before her - did that mean Lynn was out of danger?
She hurriedly looked around.
But the next second, an unexpected scene caught her eye.
Her dearly missed Lynn was indeed out of danger, which immediately relieved Tiya, but then she became confused about his current state.
Because, at this moment, Lynn was sitting with his lean yet tall upper body bare, his hands behind his head, kneeling quietly beside her.
As the hero of the evening, he deserved her adoration and gratitude. But looking at her hundred-thousand-year future self, it seemed that she had no objections to his current status.
Yet, Tiya couldn’t manage to care about all that. Despite her pale complexion, she still wanted to stagger towards Lynn.
The joy of retrieval filled her heart.
But before Tiya could act on her thoughts, she suddenly felt her future self glance over and shake her head slightly, as if hinting at something.
At the same time, a chill approached from the front.
Tiya’s face turned, sensing a dreadful and ancient aura. She instinctively looked up and noticed two women standing not far away.
One of them was the aristocratic Imperial Princess Ivyst, with sharp eyes and black hair flowing down her red dress.
The other, with white hair and a black dress, bore a cold and world-weary expression, closely resembling someone. At a glance, one could tell she was the Ivyst from a hundred thousand years later.
Remembering the story Lynn mentioned on the night they parted, her identity became clear.
She was the Divine, the Doomsday Witch, whom Lynn revered.
Facing these two immensely powerful beings, Tiya took a deep breath, "What... exactly happened?"
"Where did the Moon God, Beatrice, go?"
"Oh, her, she’s been," Ivyst began.
Lynn, who was about to playfully wink at Tiya, was suddenly rebuked in unison by the two women, his words swallowed back unfinished.
Realizing he just wanted to joke and make her smile, Tiya felt a warm current inside her heart. Trying her best, she lifted the corners of her mouth, making her pale face appear less miserable.
"Hmph, the sly fox of Bright Moon faith is indeed a natural at seducing men," commented Ivyst coldly, with a hint of murderous intent in her voice.
Upon hearing this, Tiya paused for a few seconds and then silently hung her head, processing the shocking news of the Moon God’s demise in her heart.
Her nature meant she was not good at arguing with others, but she took Ivyst’s words to heart.