Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 509 - 242: That Person, Yet in the Dimming Light (2-Consecutive Update)_2

Chapter 509: Chapter 242: That Person, Yet in the Dimming Light (2-Consecutive Update)_2

However, what they did not know was.

For Hathaway, such a scene was all that her past life had encompassed.

On the Lost Island, in the Great Library of the Illusory Black Tower, in the deepest reaches of that pitch-black Astral Realm... she had long been familiar with such days of darkness without dawn.

Not mingling with others, hidden away from the sunlight, surrounded by piles of ancient tomes.

Years ago, someone had briefly opened that window, letting bright sunlight shine into the shadows where the Golden Elf resided.

This allowed her, who was accustomed to the darkness, to experience the beauty of sunlight for the first time, sparking a longing for light.

Yet, those mere few months, less than a year’s worth of memories, compared to the thousand years the Golden Elf had endured, were nothing but fleeting, insignificant brightness.

After the flourishing, loneliness inevitably returned.

But that was nothing much to worry about.

It was merely a matter of closing the window once more, returning to that tower devoid of light, back into the darkness.

She was already used to being alone, used to solitude.

This darkness was the "peace" that Hathaway Zerkin was accustomed to.

The pale golden ancient Elvish Language continued to write unhurriedly on the books.

"A month ago, a fluctuation from a God War erupted in the North of the Western Continent, and judging from the aftershocks, this battle has ended; Crimson should return in the coming days."

"Additionally."

"Five days ago, an anomaly in the depths of the Endless Ocean Domain, the results of the investigation have been returned."

"The Abyss, and the world walls of the Main Material Plane—"

"Once again... have been opened."

As the writing reached this point, the ancient script paused slightly.

The next moment.

The thousands of books that had been long gathering dust on the shelves simultaneously unfolded.

And in the shadows at the deepest part of the Great Library, the Golden Elf, whose eyes were gently closed, slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was fixed firmly on the book in front of her.

"The Abyss... is it."

A cold, low whisper echoed in the vast Great Library.

She seemed completely still there, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

The white, pretty face of the Golden Elf occasionally had lips curling up or twitching, but overall, joy outweighed melancholy.

Who knows how much time passed—

The Golden Elf’s right eye finally opened once more.

In that crimson gold beautiful eye, an indescribable light flowed, crystalline and immaculate, like a bright moon.

Next.

Crack.

A sound of something shattering arose.

Amid the shattering spatial ripples, a crimson figure, like a shooting star, broke the library’s silent darkness.

It was a small Silver Spirit, holding a long crimson sword in its hand.

After penetrating the space barrier constituted by the Golden Elf’s magic word, and entering the Great Library of the Black Tower, the Silver Spirit transformed from its small Silver Swordsman form into an astral spirit body.

It turned into a fluffy crimson Dumpling, landing on the library’s desk.

"Crimson, you’ve returned."

"How was the experience this time?"

The Golden Elf looked at the Dumpling-like Silver Spirit, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Meow~

Meow~

The red Dumpling meowed a few times, bouncing a bit uncontentedly on the desk.

Back then, Crimson hadn’t chosen to fall into slumber with Shiayar like other pet beasts, instead choosing to venture out and train on the Western Continent during the Last Years of the Divine Era, precisely because Crimson sensed a crisis.

Unlike other pet beasts, it lacked supportive abilities, and no matter how versions changed, it would never go out of style as a cornerstone.

As a pure battle pet, if its strength couldn’t keep up with Shiayar’s progress, it would merely end up as warehouse stock.

Although Shiayar wouldn’t mind having an extra ornamental pet, Crimson couldn’t accept transforming from a combat asset into the tail-end of the team, being a mere mascot.

If it was willing to lie down and surrender like Silver and Shiny, then it wouldn’t be Crimson and it wouldn’t have been the one Shiayar selected at first glance among the many juvenile Silver Spirits in Silver Valley.

So, even knowing that leaving Shiayar’s side meant no longer having a master to have its back.

Even knowing that with its then-not-legendary strength, it was quite insignificant on the First Era swarming with Fabled Creatures, always at risk of being killed by a passing insane Demigod, Crimson still resolutely chose to leave Shiayar’s side.

Five hundred years of training, five hundred years of battling at the edge of life and death.

The current Crimson was no longer the same as before.

It had already hunted a significant number of insane Demigods.

Not long ago, it was no longer satisfied with just hunting those insane Demigods, but it set its sights on a weak True God.

However, a True God is a True God, possessing an insurmountable chasm compared to Demigods.

Not only did it fail to hunt successfully, but the aftermath of the God War also attracted the attention of nearby other True Gods, and Crimson struggled greatly to escape their divine pursuit and return to the Black Tower.

"You have done more than enough."

"True Deities are not entities that are easily hunted; if they were, they wouldn’t qualify as enemies of mine and your family head."