Chapter 1334: The Scythe of Dimming
A few moments earlier — deep in one of the less glamorous spectator terraces...
"I’ll buy it... 2.6 million pearls." The undead general started.
"Mmm~ That Scythe is Dimming, that’s very tempting if you ask me," purred a young woman in a voice that danced between amusement and seduction.
Her attire was bold — scandalous, even — shimmering with a fabric that clung to her like moonlight to rippling water. Her skin glowed with a smooth luster, as if lit from within. Foxlike ears twitched faintly atop her head, and nine flowing, silken tails played behind her like waves in slow motion. A dainty, upturned nose and vivid golden eyes only added to her uncanny allure. And then there was her smile — cocky, knowing, dangerous — paired with a lounging posture so open, so unapologetically relaxed, that she seemed to radiate sovereignty without a crown. Any soul who dared stare too long at this haughty vixen would think twice, lest they catch the glint of claws beneath that velvet facade.
"What use have we for that accursed blade, Elinor?" The woman beside her spoke softly, yet with unmistakable weight. Regal in every motion, she sat with poise and grace, her posture composed — knees drawn together, hands resting one atop the other on her lap, her chin slightly lifted. Where Elinor radiated seduction and chaos, this woman, Renara, embodied nobility — like a high priestess seated atop judgment’s throne. Looking at her inspired no lust, no fear... only reverence. "Yes, it’s undeniably powerful. Even we — if pressed to the edge — could wield it as a final resort... But I fear it might become our final destination as well."
"Oh come on now, not for us, obviously~" Elinor waved a dismissive hand as if brushing aside a silly concern. "It’s not meant for us to wield, sister. It’s for that boy — the one leading the armies of the True Beginning Empire. Isn’t his merged law said to contain death as one of its two roots?"
"Shh!" Renara’s head whipped toward her sister, her golden eyes narrowed in warning. "Since when did such words become safe to speak aloud?"
Then, after a moment to collect herself, she turned forward again, voice quieter, but firmer, like stone settling into place.
"Besides, who even confirmed death is involved? Perhaps there’s another law... No one has ever disclosed that detail explicitly."
Elinor simply chuckled, amused. "Oh, my ever-prudent elder sister... you needn’t veil your thoughts with diplomacy when it’s just me. You forget — I’m Elinor." She leaned in, her voice dropping slightly, becoming more intimate, more dangerous. "I saw that flame with my own eyes in his war against the Iron Boar Empire. If that isn’t death behind those nightmarish images... then tell me, what else could it possibly be?"
She flicked one of her tails lazily, as though to punctuate her point.