Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1219

Once the mortal form vanished, the unicorn let out a triumphant cry, shattering the wall of space with its golden horn to appear at its master's side. The god raised a hand, stroking the soft fur on the creature's cheek. Gleaming silver armor materialized upon its body, and shimmering runes began to spin around its horn. Newest update provıded by novel•fire.net

He had intended to depart immediately, unwilling to waste a single drop of his divine power. But then he turned, his gaze falling once more upon the ice sculpture. It remained frozen in a deep bow.

"If I'm not mistaken," he began, "you are the final piece of Mr. Prankster's Game Board—the Cleric."

"That is correct, esteemed God of Lies. Anyone who can answer my question will receive the final piece of the complete Five Pieces of White Ice, a set forged from hundreds of Sin Coins known as 'Indifferent White Ice'."

"I wish to answer your question."

"My apologies. I appreciate your kind offer, but I do not wish to hear it."

The ice sculpture's bow deepened.

"Very well," the god responded. "If you will not listen to my answer, then perhaps you will watch it instead..."

A golden glow and a blue radiance bloomed in unison within the sculpture's form, as if two full moons resided within its chest. But the light soon faded, and though the sculpture did not raise its head, its voice was laced with confusion as it asked:

"What was that? A rather crude story. I had assumed you wished to tell me that a mortal's love could thaw the cold of a frozen heart. I never imagined the warmth that melted the frost would be that of family... Furthermore, that princess, who also commands the power of ice, seems utterly unaware of the great strength she possesses."

"No, you have missed the point of what I wanted to show you."

The God of Lies shook his head.

"Did you not see? The one who froze the mortal's heart and the one who thawed that very cold... were the same person. This is the truth of our world. A mortal heart can never triumph over the extraordinary. Everything, absolutely everything, is dictated by fate. Those who believe in fairy tales are either naive children or, more likely, fools clutching at desperate hopes..."

This was the answer Jenkins provided. He had initially intended to offer a balanced view, a middle ground between the 'bitter cold of frost' and the 'warmth of the human heart,' but ultimately, he chose an extreme.

Having delved so deeply into the true nature of this world, he understood that even the greatest of souls could never conquer all tribulations. If 'love' was a great power, it was certainly not an invincible one.

Not unless one lived in a fairy tale, and Jenkins certainly did not believe his world to be one. Otherwise, a man as good as Mr. Barnard would not have died so soon.

"So, you see, to weigh the power of bitter cold against the warmth of a human heart is a pointless exercise. This world may be one where will and spirit hold sway, but the greatest power will always belong to the great. A mortal heart, no matter how strong, cannot overcome everything... It is a cruel reality, but a reality nonetheless."

The God of Lies said no more, his point made.

The ice sculpture slowly straightened its back. It did not look directly at the god, instead staring at the ground beneath its feet, sighing endlessly.

"In the end, I have heard the answer of the God of Lies after all. My heart tells me your words cannot be trusted, yet my mind tells me you are correct.

I suppose the reason my Lord never answered this question is that he, too, considered the answer so simple. It is a truth that everyone but a child understands."

He sighed again and again, and at last, with a final, sorrowful lament, he faded away. All that remained was a single Cleric piece, which flew to the god and joined the other four, arranging themselves into a perfect pentagon.

The ice palace beneath him began to tremble, a tremor that spread through the entire mountain. The god mounted his unicorn and soared into the sky. From the darkness above, he watched the palace shrink, dwindling until it was no larger than a dollhouse, at which point he summoned it to him.

"Such a strong yellow aura... this must be a B-class Extraordinary item," he mused. "To have such a harvest before the great war has even begun... why do I have such a bad feeling about this?"

Simply maintaining this form, without doing anything else, had already consumed a twentieth of his borrowed divinity. He held the miniature ice palace in one hand and, with a mere thought, sent the five game pieces inside. Then, he commanded the unicorn to fly north.

Divine power suffused the unicorn's body. Together, god and beast became like a golden meteor, streaking across the night sky of the far north in a dazzling arc.

This spectacle did not go unnoticed. On the contrary, on that cold spring night, many who were anxious about the war witnessed the "golden meteor." Most assumed it signaled a new turn of events in the northern conflict. Only a select few recognized it for what it truly was.

"The purple star of destiny ushers in the beginning of the calamity. A golden meteor cuts across the night sky. The final days are upon us."

In Nolan, Miss Brolignans and Miss Audrey stood together by a window. The golden radiance, unleashed by the release of divine power, had been perceived by these two master diviners from thousands of miles away.

"Teacher, what does this mean?"

The resurrected Miss Brolignans had intended to depart from Nolan at once, but she had delayed her journey by a week, wishing to bid Jenkins farewell before she left.

She raised her white, pupil-less eyes to the starry sky, her expression one of reverence.

"The anomaly of the northern Ice and Snow Festival has ended. A great power, in concert with one even greater, has saved the world. Jenkins is safe; he will return soon. But Audrey, only two qualifications for the title of Savior remain. This means the final days are truly upon us..."

Jenkins had no idea where the main force of the Snowman Legion was, so he could only direct his unicorn northward. The general direction, at least, was correct.

In his divine state, He was capable of nearly anything until the snowflake-shaped drop of divinity was consumed. This power even extended to the unicorn he rode, which seemed to have gained some miraculous abilities of its own.

They descended upon the north of the material world like a golden meteor against the dark sky. The god's luck proved excellent; He soon spotted what looked like a sea of fire stretching across the horizon, and a sky that merged with the ethereal, colorful aurora of the far north.

No matter how much the Snowman Legion mutated, it could never shed its fundamental weakness to fire. Therefore, before the main force arrived, the 'Doomsday Fire Wall'—a B-class item, B-01-1-0341, from the Church of All Things and Nature—had been delivered to the front lines by special means to temporarily halt the legion's advance.