Chapter 1422
Chapter 1422
Memory was a strange thing. Sometimes, all it took was a specific trigger to bring back something that had been completely forgotten.- I’ll save you, Sis.
- I love you, little brother.
She smiled gently to herself, as if she didn't feel the pain from the ancient tree limb piercing her abdomen, left thigh, and shoulder.
She never lost her smile, even after losing an eye in the endless resistance.
- Forget about me and live your life.
Doomsday knew it’d never forget the sight of the girl crumbling away like dust. It also knew her words weren't meant for itself, as the one she saved was her first younger brother Darian, not his Doomsday potential.
Yet, for a being like Doomsday, it didn't matter who Willow was speaking to. That was probably its first time. The first time it had ever felt such emotional agony.
“Ugh! Y-you son of a bitch!” Willow stumbled back, wounded. As a goddess, a simple physical injury wasn't enough to seriously harm her. Unfortunately, her wounds weren't healing quickly, and so they simply continued building up.
Solomonia, the being in the black suit, stared straight at the enraged Willow.
Suddenly, her power surged violently. She'd already been amplified by Bae Seung-Woo’s power, which had awakened the strength deep within her.
They weren’t in the virtual world, instead deep within Darian's consciousness. That meant her true body was outside, along with most of its power.
“So, this was your plan all along.”
Click!
Willow slowly approached, ignoring the pulsating wooden statue and Doomsday, and pressed the barrel of the ornate musket against the tentacle above Solomonia’s eye.
“I'm sorry. I might've fallen for it before, but not anymore.”
Massive divine power gathered in the muzzle. The gun was merely a medium to release her power, and the bullets were her power itself. Solomonia had no way to endure it.
Seeing her fiercely cold expression, Solomonia’s eyes solemnly closed.
‘This is just the beginning of the final act. You won't just kill me right away, before even getting an explanation.’
He was concealing something from her, but it wasn't the right time to reveal it yet. Instead, there he silently waited, fueled by the firm conviction that Willow wouldn't kill him immediately.
Whummm.
“Damn it...” Willow murmured.
Doomsday, positioned atop the statue, began to pulse even harder, emitting a strange, mysterious power. The giant wooden statue then started to absorb it, and its form began to change.
The statue, which had been shimmering like clay, soon began to take on a new shape—the shape of a colossal wolf.
Although it was made of wood and didn't seem particularly strong, both Willow and Solomonia instinctively recognized how dangerous the wooden wolf was.