Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 515 - 244: I Want You to Remember My Name for Eternity (10,000 Words)

It was merely the most ordinary, most unremarkable slash.

No magic power fluctuations, nor any earth-shattering commotion.

The previous meteor shower that pierced the sky and shook the entire Main Material Plane did not appear this time.

However, as the Golden Holy Sword was slashed out.

There was a tiny ripple, slowly rippling out along the blade's edge of the Golden Sword.

It merged into the surrounding sky and earth, ocean and mountains.

Then, beneath those ripples.

Some things were permanently changed.

Under the splendid starry night sky, the Golden Elf looked up at the lofty night sky, with a faint glimmer in her light golden beautiful eyes.

"Although I already knew, you have always been a willful and arrogant guy."

"But I truly didn't expect you'd be audacious to this extent."

"However—"

As if within the flickering Silverfire, she detected some unknown truth hidden by her earlier.

Or perhaps, she made some kind of resolution.

Hathaway gently closed her eyes, no longer speaking.

Merely silently feeling those tiny ripples rippling through the Astral Realm and Material Realm.

In the next moment.

The originally closed left eye slowly opened.

Radiant colors, along with the scorching flame of Silver, burst forth from that eye.

Then, the tiny, faint ripples.

Were spread to every corner of the Multiverse.

...

Golden Plains, Endless Ocean Domain, the ice fields of the Far North Land, the dark swamp nation...

Within the Main Material Plane, in the boundless lands.

Countless Fabled Creatures at this moment felt, their divine bodies, and even the concept of divinity itself that formed their deities, suddenly emptied.

Then, they began to fall.

Unstoppable, and irreversible falling.

It's not targeting tangible things like Divine Power or flesh and blood.

What is irreversibly falling is the very concept of "Deities" itself.

Boom—

Wave after wave of immense Divine Power erupted in the Main Material Plane.

In forests and plains, over seas and mountains, waves of ripples surged.

Even the mythic creatures, now half-mad, were exploding with their Divine Power and Authority, subconsciously trying to halt the uncontrollable fall.

However—

It was in vain.

Within ten breaths, that irreversible fall reached its end.

At this moment, almost all deities, whose divine bodies were either majestic, mysterious, or noble, were collapsing.

Then, their original races manifested.

Demon wolves, griffins, phoenixes, or giants, ancient dragons, elves...

These were their most primordial forms, unused for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Yet, when the glory of Divinity faded, and the resplendent incarnations disintegrated.

The only thing they could leave behind was this fundamental form.

No, at this very moment—

Using the term "They" to describe these once-fabled creatures is no longer fitting.

The "Divine Evasion" wielded by Shiayar was not aimed at a single Demigod or True God.

Instead, it directly killed the very existence and rules of the "Deities" concept wherever his blade reached.

Then, with the help of Hathaway's Silverfire.

That new rule was manifested from imagination into reality, appearing in nearly all observable material planes.

"Deities Prohibited"

From this moment on, this phrase is no longer just a vain boast, but a tangible principle and law.

And within the levels that the rule could cover.

All previous deities were undergoing the process itself of becoming tainted by dust—

From god to human.

From "they" to "it."

They remained formidable, invincible Supernatural Races.

Howling moon demon wolves, griffins with wings overshadowing the sky, giants massive enough to rival mountains.

This power derived from their blood, from their bodies, built from countless life spans, would not be altered a bit by the change of rules and laws.

Yet, from this moment on.

Even these deities, who once resided high above the distant heavens, have been stripped of the right to overlook all beings.

They will fall onto the earth as ordinary beings, enduring the same paths and laws faced by all mortal spirits they once scorned.

Like ordinary mortals.

Facing the pain of living.

Confronting the fear of death.

Becoming beasts who cannot sing of life without sacrifice.

Then, along with thousands of mortal spirits, sinking into the same destiny.

This is the epilogue Shiayar wrote for this terminal mythological age with "Divine Evasion."

It is also the multiple-choice question Shiayar presented to these ancient gods lingering from the last era, written by humans.

Maintaining the exalted rank of deities, then perishing in the new rules rewritten by Divine Evasion.

Or reverting from the exalted deities to mortal spirits upon the earth.

Then, in the world belonging to mortals, facing all past sins and punishments.

...

"Fall to dust."

"Then, start afresh not as deities, but living as one among the dust, embracing the mortal nature within the sunlight?"

"But..."