Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 811: Chapter 811: The End of the Long Night

“This is the fated hero, the true protagonist of the Sixth Era.”

Standing before the vanished wall, Shard, panting heavily, held his chest and said. The distance from the summit of Sicarl Mountain to the city below was actually quite far, yet only within the Maze Lock could he see so clearly.

He had clearly seen the scene where Iluna hurled the giant Sunlight Spear just moments ago. Unless he achieved divinity again, Shard had no way to defeat that Undead Behemoth.

His admiration at this moment was not feigned. With Sister Delphine’s assistance, Iluna had won with just one strike. Ignoring tonight’s deity, she was the hero most worthy of being recorded under the star ocean at this moment.

If Shard were to fight Iluna, he had no absolute confidence of victory.

“You are an audience beyond fate, perhaps occasionally influencing the stage, but Iluna Beath is the fated hero on stage.”

The nun spoke softly, her true form had returned, and Shard envied this ability.

He nodded, and two red butterflies flew from his shoulders, landing on the ground and turning into the staggering Helen and Grace who nearly fell.

Shard and Sister Delphine supported them, and then Shard said:

“The last matter for tonight, although the Witch Empress prophesied that the Night Watchman is the key to sealing the Rift, I can’t bear to leave that sword above Midshire Fort City. Just as the power of the Maze Lock hasn’t been exhausted, I will seal the Rift as well… Sister, I need to borrow your flame.”

“My honor.”

The surrounding palace scenery faded, replaced by the primal forest and the night. Shard supported Helen, and Sister Delphine supported Grace, sitting under the giant tree that had appeared behind them at an unknown time, sitting in front of the bonfire lit by the nun’s Primal Fire.

Using three Maze Locks consecutively, even Shard in his current state found it unbearable. He tried his best to sit down on the ground, unaware that at this moment on the summit of Sicarl Mountain in the real world, green light points lit the starry sky, echoing the glow above Midshire Fort City.

The power of the “Holy Tree Scar” and the “Kiss of the Tree” harmoniously fused together, as if they were originally from the same source.