Chapter 270
‘I figured this would happen.’
It wasn’t something she had agreed on with Ather beforehand.
But when she had no choice but to abandon him in the castle and escape, they had both known what the future held. That Ather would fall into the Evil God’s hands. That’s why Aram had carried the Moon in her arms.
Now it was her turn to bring Ather back.
“...Hoo.”
Aram lifted the Moon into the air.
It soared high—so high it soon filled the sky. The entire world was dyed in crimson-black void. The Moon stabilized the center, and stars began to sparkle. That pale, silver gleam—cold and luminous—was the color of their Moon Sect.
It was the power of the saint, Aram.
“...You’ve waited long enough.”
As the shifting heavens cast a vast cosmos overhead, she curled her lips upward. Her white hair sparkled like a meteor shower forged of silver and gems, merging with the stars.
Her red eyes—within those pupils, a white moon bloomed.
“From now on, this is my stage.”