Chapter 406 At the Threshold of the Gates of Erebos
Omega sky has crumbled into burning sheets of time. Its land is no longer earth but a layer of memories writhing like an open wound. In the midst of this destruction stand five towering figures long sealed by history: the Titans—Hyperion, Coeus, Iapetus, Crius, and the former King: Kronos, who is not Chronos but an ancient power once conquered by the gods, now seeking to reclaim their dominion.
Rui is shackled by the threads of time drawn from Chronos's body. Her form trembles, her wings tattered, as Qayin's transformation within her gradually fades due to the dimensional weakening caused by this conflict. Deep within her heart, she feels a profound fear, ensnared between ancient power and a hope that is all but extinguished.
And the Titans?
They desire Rui's body as a vessel to open the Gate of Erebos—a door to a total reality reset. As if attuned to Rui's thoughts, the Titans appear increasingly ravenous for the power lying dormant within her, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and anticipation.
Joanna stood between the Titans and Rui. Michael's radiant wings illuminated the sky, casting a blinding light that sliced through the darkness. Though the wounds on her body had yet to heal, she stood tall, no longer as the Golden Witch, but as a sister who had chosen to live to save the world she once destroyed. Within her, a surge of spirit roiled and erupted as she felt the pain of all that had been lost and all that could still be saved.
Hyperion stepped forward, wielding the black sun in his hands, twisting the energy of the dead sun. Darkness cloaked his surroundings, embedding a chill deep within the soul.
"Step back, False Light. The world has chosen destruction."
Joanna responded, her gaze unwavering:
"If the world chooses to perish for lack of defenders, then let me be the last exception."
Suddenly, Joanna raised her hand and shouted a spell, gathering radiant energy that surged into the sky: "Aegis Harmonia: Mirror of Seven Dawns."
As the spell was spoken, a brilliant light akin to a rainbow emanated from the palm of her hand, forming a spiraling barricade that shimmered with vibrant colors—blue, green, and purple—seemingly dancing in the air. This powerful wave of light shattered the silence, as if daring the darkness brought forth by Hyperion, creating a dramatic and hopeful atmosphere while showcasing the extraordinary might of the magic she was invoking.