Chapter 235 – Serr the Mage (2)

Chapter 235 – Serr the Mage (2)

From the Nameless One’s face, all expression vanished, and a terrible aura began to seep out.

But Serr didn’t care.

“Did you see that, Noah?”

For Serr right now, Noah’s acknowledgment was the most important thing.

Serr’s gaze turned to Noah.

And she smiled with satisfaction.

“From the look on your face, ”

Just as she was about to say, ‘it looks like you saw it clearly,’ Serr hesitated for a moment.

Noah can’t see with her eyes.

She can only perceive what’s drawn by her [Heightened Senses].

So, how should she word it to avoid hurting Noah?

Did you sense it through your [Heightened Senses]?

Did you perceive it well?

Those don’t sound right.

Besides, perceiving something through [Heightened Senses] is still a form of ‘seeing.’

And it’s not just her who’s ever said that.

Cartia, Frey, Sirin, and so many others have all asked, ‘Did you see it?’

Tsk.

What a trivial worry.

…No, it’s not so trivial.

The books say friends should always be careful with their words.

She had thought about it enough and been considerate.

Serr finished her thoughts.

“It looks like you saw it clearly.”

After she spoke, Serr quietly studied Noah’s expression. Noah didn’t nod or respond, just stared blankly. It didn’t seem like she was hurt by the words.

So, why was she so dazed?

Surely, she was going over everything that had happened just now, piece by piece, through her [Heightened Senses].

Thinking that, Serr’s smile grew even deeper.

And Serr’s guess was correct.

Noah, bound in chains, was reliving the situation in her mind as if the entire world had changed in an instant.

How did she do that?

What just happened?

She felt the mana move.

But how it moved, what it actually did, she couldn’t figure out at all.

It felt as if only the ‘result’ Serr wanted had remained.

Along with that, another question formed in Noah’s mind: the scale floating behind Serr.

She had no way of knowing what that was either.

It didn’t feel like magic, as she couldn’t sense any mana from it.

It felt too alien to be something that existed in this world.

Almost like a unique ability,

A unique ability?

Her gaze turned to Serr.

Her lips parted slowly.

And just as she was about to voice the question in her mind,

“What exactly are you doing right now?”

The Nameless One’s cold voice rang out, her face twisted in anger.

The Nameless One was annoyed by this situation.

No wonder.

A mere human, a “door” created to complete the world, had not only ruined her amusement but had briefly surpassed the power reached at the end of her apotheosis.

Of course, that power was not even half of what she possessed.

At best, only about twenty percent had been released, but it was still enough to be irritating.

And now, right in front of her, she was being met with such composure.

So, the Nameless One did not bother to hide her rising annoyance.

But that was a fatal ‘error’ for a being who had reached the end of apotheosis.

She herself did not realize this.

Serr, on the other hand, sensed it perfectly.

So, hiding the smile on her face, Serr began to walk.

She still had many things left to do.

“Noah, what I just showed you, that is ‘magic.’”

Step, she walked onto a platform made of magic.

“Isn’t it fascinating? No fire, no water, no earth, no wind, no light, no darkness. Nothing appeared, and yet my wish was fulfilled.”

At the same time, divine power surged from the Nameless One’s entire body. This energy, even more sinister than before, formed a massive spear.

“The outward form? That doesn’t matter. Fire is hot. Water is cold. Earth is hard. Wind is free. Light is bright, darkness is dark. Those are just formulas to use magic more clearly.”

In the past, this spear had pierced Lilith’s heart. Its tip, which had even pierced the body of a true god, now aimed at Serr.

“Imagine cold fire. Water that burns everything. Earth as free as wind. Hard wind. Dark light, bright darkness. Imagine it. Isn’t it difficult?”

Krrrrk,

With a chilling sound, the spear spun furiously. Space bent. Time warped. A power that humans could never measure gathered into a black spear and was unleashed.

“It’s difficult. You think it’s nonsense. But it’s not impossible.”

Creak.

The scale tipped.

Then, again, creak, the scale leveled.

“In front of magic, nothing is impossible.”

Before the spear that had pierced a god’s body, a massive wall of water shot up. Accompanied by the roar of a giant wave, the blazing wall of water incinerated the spear launched at Serr.

Grit.

A harsh sound came from between the Nameless One’s teeth. Serr’s smile deepened.

Seven pairs of wings spread open. Divine power erupted. The same divine spears appeared by the hundreds, spinning as they accelerated and accelerated, all launched at Serr.

“Water burned up the spear. Now, what do you think will happen with fire?”

The wall of water vanished. Fire poured in to take its place. Like a tidal wave, fire engulfed the spears aimed at Serr. The spears, swimming through the fire, slowed and veered off course.

It was as if they were floundering, not in water, but in fire.

Waves of fire splattered against Noah’s cheek. It dripped down her face. It fell onto her thigh.

The fire that slid down and dropped, was cold.

“Would you call that fire? Would you call that water? If it’s neither fire, nor water, nor anything else, what would you call it?”

Only one word surfaced in Noah’s mind.

And that word slipped from Serr’s lips.

“Magic.”

The wind blew. No, could you call it wind? The wind fell, like a giant boulder.

The ground rose. It surged. It swept upward, wandering freely through the sky like the wind, covering the heavens.

Blazing water surged upward, burning everything to ashes.

Cold fire poured down, covering the land. It surged in a giant wave, erasing all traces of battle.

On the now-empty earth, flowers bloomed. A field of flowers burst into full bloom, a vast garden reminiscent of Primavera appeared in an instant.

“Burning water. Cold fire. Solid wind. Flowing earth. Flowers blooming on dead land. For a mage, none of this is difficult. Even a mage less skilled than me could easily do it.”

Serr’s steps stopped in front of Sirin’s spirit.

The Nameless One’s seven pairs of wings beat fiercely at the sight. Feathers scattered. Divine power spread. The Gate of Paradise trembled. Darkness thickened. Darkness that swallowed even the light of dawn that once illuminated the world touched the Gate of Paradise.

Creak!

The Gate of False Paradise began to open again.

Golden energy began to gather before the gate. Sirin’s spirit shuddered. Her heart beat. The mindless spirit flapped her wings. She raised her head. Hollow eyes fixed on Serr. Razor-sharp claws lashed toward Serr.

Serr’s hand met the claws that reached to kill her. In the darkness, a handful of light flickered. Golden light. It flowed from Sirin’s hand into Serr.

Sirin’s spirit collapsed. In its place remained a golden orb, Sirin’s karma. Serr took it in her hand and turned her back, facing her own scale.

“So now, I’ll show you real magic, the kind that only I, Serr, can use.”

The Nameless One’s face twisted.

Serr’s smile deepened.

The Nameless One, wings fully spread, took a step forward.

Serr, holding the golden orb, took a step as well.

The Nameless One reached out toward her.

Serr, standing before her scale, reached out as well.

The Nameless One’s hand touched Serr.

Serr’s hand touched the scale.

“This is your gift, Noah.”

Creak. The scale tipped.

Creak. The scale tipped.

Creak. The scale tipped.

Creeeak. The scale leveled out.

“I won’t be able to keep it for long, so enjoy it as much as you can.”

Serr turned.

She spread her arms.

Closed her eyes.

And gently smiled.

“Reversal.”

The sky became the earth.

The earth became the sky.

Bondage became freedom.

Freedom became bondage.

Faint light became deep darkness.

Deep darkness became faint light.

Eyes that once saw, became blind.

Eyes that could not see, now could.

The fake became real.

The real became fake.

Thus,

In a world where everything was reversed,

Noah, freed from her chains,

Noah, who could now see, stood up.

She stood and ran.

She ran through the field of flowers.

She stumbled, got up, ran again,

And embraced.

It wasn’t Rubia,

But she clung to the one who had become Rubia.