Huh? Are they all real?.

It was an ancient language that was completely incomprehensible, but the little girl knew exactly what she was saying.

So she subconsciously looked at her and said:

"Can you save her?"

"That's exactly why I came here."

She walked around the little girl.

He walked up to Eve.

This is a meeting that transcends time and space.

"We have all become cogs in the machine of fate, and I hope that in the end we can all accomplish everything we desire."

The ancient language came out of her mouth once again.

However, this time the little girl couldn't understand.

She couldn't remember the awkward and lengthy ancient language either.

He could only watch nervously as this woman, who was supposedly there to save Eve, came.

No special method was needed; it was simply a matter of placing her hand on Eve's right hand, which resembled a broken piece of porcelain.

The cracks on the exquisite porcelain gradually disappeared.

Eve, who had been unconscious, let out a muffled cry of pain for the first time.

He then convulsed and arched his back.

Although she quickly returned to normal, it was an improvement that even a little girl could see.

After doing all this, the woman released Eve's hand and leaned down to whisper in Eve's ear.

The little girl couldn't understand what she was saying before, but this time she couldn't hear her at all.

All that could be seen was that her lips moved slightly a few times.

If she were still using that long, archaic language, it would probably only consist of a few short characters.

Eve has awakened, and the intersection of destinies should come to an end.

So the woman who suddenly barged in disappeared from the little girl's sight as the flashback ended.

Eve awoke at the same moment she disappeared.

Eve, whose memory was still stuck on the moment the Holy Lance struck, looked around abruptly the first thing she saw upon waking.

But all that could be seen was a rekindled fire and a dazed little girl.

So, it's over?

This discovery brought Eve a great sense of relief.

The oppressive feeling from the Holy Lance and the other goddesses really made her think that this might be the end of it.

After managing to compose herself, Eve waved to the little girl and smiled weakly:

“Come here, little one, I see your hand looks like it’s burned.”

The little one broke down in tears and threw himself into Eve's arms.

Having lost her homeland, Eve was truly all she had left with her family.

Eve hugged the little girl with a complicated expression and gently patted her back.

She herself took everything away from the little girl, yet she shamefully exploited her.

At first, it might have stemmed from Lilith's guilt and her need for witnesses. But later, it was driven by the 'hope' seen through those eyes.

Now, it seems that the 'hope' she saw has been used up.

So it's time to let this child leave.

otherwise

Lilith will definitely kill her!

The last person to ask your name will be the only one who can kill you.

Just as she would be the last woman, it was all predetermined from the beginning.

Theoretically, the person who should be asking this question is the last man who was her partner.

However, Lilith will definitely choose to let the girl do it.

Because she and he will be the last couple. They will usher in a new era.

Before that, neither of them could kill the other.

But this is definitely not what Lilith wants.

She will surely seek a better future—one in which no one can kill her.

"Tell me, little one, what just happened?"

Amid the little girl's intermittent sobs.

Eve gradually learned everything.

Then she held the little girl and hummed a lullaby that had been sung since the time of the gods.

It is said that this is the only song that has been sung by every race and every era without ever changing its melody.

Slowly, the little girl fell asleep.

She slept very peacefully.

The little girl's hand injury did not require treatment.

Because of one of the three rings of the elves, the beautiful blue ring, which possesses healing and protective powers.

She placed it on the little girl's hand the moment they stepped through that door of flesh and blood.

This is the reason why the little girl was able to keep her hands on the fire without only getting burned.

Via will protect the holder, but not from spontaneous minor injuries, because that would let the holder know that it is wrong.

Looking at the little one who has fallen into a peaceful sleep.

Eve carefully placed her on the rock where she was lying.

"I hope that Via can continue to protect you in place of your mother, I hope you can forget me, this hypocritical witch, and I hope you can grow up healthily in a truly perfect world."

"My poor little guy."

Eve gently kissed the little girl's forehead, then turned and left the cave.

The Horned People have failed.

So she has no allies left.

but it does not matter.

The people in the corner also bought her time and hope.

As long as she gets to High Court before that person, she still has a chance!

Even her left hand, which didn't belong to her, seemed to feel complete.

It is guiding her on what to do at this moment.

Raise your hand and make a light swipe.

She cleaved the world in two from that moment on.

The road to Highgarden was thus revealed.

As Eve stormed into High Court.

Since the Kingdom of Aber rebelled, Highgarden, which had completely closed itself off, has welcomed its first uninvited guest.

Although the ring city that Moen saw in the flashback had already crashed.

Highgarden's magnificence was clearly only inferior in scale to the excessively large Ring City.

The high garden, built on the very edge of the sky, is itself as majestic as a celestial pearl.

The pure white city walls, inlaid with gold patterns, shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. Towering pagodas soared into the clouds, their glazed spires reflecting a dazzling array of colors. Wide streets, exquisite stone statues, and sparkling fountains cascaded down, every corner exuding a divinely crafted luxury and grandeur.

The only thing lacking here is life.

Everything was lifeless and desolate.

Even so, it is enough to show how much effort the designer put into her.

That seems quite normal.

Because this place was built as a dwelling for canaries in cages.

Out of guilt, the builders will surely do their best.

Eve, pressed for time, had no time to appreciate the fortress's perfection.

She glanced around briefly, then suppressed all other thoughts and headed towards her final destination.

We passed through one tightly closed palace gate after another.

Before that year-round, ceaseless chanting begins again.

Eve came to the final door.

Even through the heavy door, she could feel the bitter cold behind it.

Without a doubt, the mistress of this world, the end of winter—the goddess Winter's Ember Cromwell—is right behind the door!

Her body's restlessness was also telling her something.

Everything she lacked was behind the door!

'Can I really defeat the goddess?'

The Holy Lance's devastating blow still left an indelible shadow on Eve.

After taking a deep breath.

Knowing there was no way out, Eve suddenly pushed open the heavy door.

The prelude to "Farewell Letter" began at this moment, and at the same time, Moen, who had finally arrived, stepped into Highgarden belatedly.

Just like this world, the gears of fate, frozen in the cold until now, have finally begun to turn for the first time.

"Please forgive my intrusion, but I must demand from you everything I deserve!"

Eve raised her left hand and stood in front of herself, stating her demands with utmost seriousness.

The goddess, who always had her back to her, never once turned around to look at her.

She simply continued playing and singing her only gift on the piano in front of her.

With a solemn expression, Eve slowly approached the goddess.

The other party's silence seemed to be a disdain for mortals.

However, she always felt that it shouldn't be like that.

After she approached the goddess in front of the piano.

Eve, who had been on high alert, lowered her left hand at what should have been the most dangerous moment.

Looking at the goddess who never stopped singing.

Eve lowered her head and said:

"So that's how it is. We're all just cogs in the machine of fate."

The horned person brings about the sequence-1 characteristic of regression.

Moen initiates a flashback to the events of that year.

The little girl found the hope she saw.

She, her, and her each completed what they believed they should do in three different timelines.

Seeking wholeness, seeking reunion, seeking redemption.

Neither of them is wrong; they have each chosen their own optimal solution.