Chapter 217: Section 159: Double Redemption_3
The twin-headed sword in his hand trembled, with new twigs added, Malin fell silent—this tender branch of the World Tree surely knew the Maya of this world.
Its master had died, and now only this one lover remained in front of him, perhaps awakened by Malin’s bloodline, but it bore the memories of the past, its lament.
The Black Bride turned around, and she lunged forward with afterimages once more, only to be caught by Malin as he grasped one end of the twin-headed sword and swept her, along with her sword, down onto the muddy ground.
Having received a blessing, Malin, who had once again bested the Black Bride in strength, was not joyful.
He was trying to save his sister, the little leopard girl lying on the ground was his sister, but he was also destroying his sister; the woman now struggling to rise, her whispers interspersed with sobs, was also his sister.
He wanted to save her, but he also knew she could no longer be saved; he would rather die here than live on, otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to give up resistance to Chaos’s transformation.
And for Malin... even if he could save her, what would it mean?
Her family was gone, her memory stuck on the day Carterburg fell, how far from today that day was, she didn’t know, Malin didn’t know; perhaps there was still resistance in the world, but Malin could not guarantee whether such resistance could still light up this sinking world.
Maybe... perhaps there was no resistance at all.
The Black Bride rose once again; she stubbornly charged at Malin with more assaults, her afterimages closing in, but this time, Malin split the twin-headed sword, his left hand with the longsword snapping hers with a slapping force, toppling her at his feet, while the longsword in his right hand had already pierced her chest.