Huh? Are they all real?.

She denied it, but it would have been better if this denial hadn't simply been another answer to her own thoughts.

I'm sorry too.

Another answer made Moen lower his head with a wry smile.

Not only were they worlds apart in terms of ability, but she even knew what she was thinking.

You can give up anytime!

"I will not give up!"

Moen did not answer her in his heart.

Moen, holding the Queen, turned around and looked intently at the mountain peak, answering her with utmost seriousness.

It was because of this one sentence.

The goddesses, who had just been holding different opinions, all stepped forward silently.

He stood beside Moen.

They all looked toward the summit of Mount Babylon.

They didn't say anything, but they had already shown their attitude through their actions.

Behind them, the clown, Aurora, and Esteo bowed respectfully to their creator with utmost sincerity.

Then, they raised their heads and silently walked over to the goddesses.

They respect their creator, but they also want to show their final dignity to their creator.

Mother, your child has grown up!

Although you never considered us your offspring

The words that the firstborn sons did not speak to the Creator will be spoken by their successors four ages later.

She, sitting on the boulder, made no comment on this attitude.

He just shook his head with a laugh and said to Moen:

'Aren't you still going to relocate these people? I don't care, but you certainly don't want to start now, do you?'

After taking a deep breath, Moen put the queen down from his arms.

After giving an apologetic look to El, the Holy Grail, and the other goddesses.

Moen addressed the throng of people before him: "I have brought spring back to you as promised. So, leave this place and go to the truly beautiful world you should have long ago!"

Chapter 457 Judgment Day (4k)

Beautiful spring is just behind the door.

People who had never seen that beauty all yearned for that warmth.

After Moen and the goddesses made way for them.

People unconsciously move towards the beauty they have never experienced before.

Watching the people slowly approaching the door.

Having returned to the cliff, Moen offered them his heartfelt blessings:

"I hope you can live happily in a brand new world!"

"I hope you can see the beautiful world that I was unable to bring to you!"

"May your descendants always live in a place full of hope!"

Moen withdrew his gaze from the people below and turned to the last Babylonian, saying:

"I hope I can have the honor of protecting this hope for you."

-

After the gate was opened.

After that, everything was quite simple: the goddesses and the forces under their control all participated in the relocation of the people.

What used to take years has now been greatly shortened.

Before the gate, the once bustling gathering place is now nothing but ruins and a small group of people waiting to leave.

Moen remained there, watching as the last people departed.

Behind him, only the sacred tree accompanied him.

“The girl’s uniqueness and compatibility are good, but this is something that has never happened before, so I’m not sure if I can help her get everything back.”

"Aren't you going to try to persuade her to give up?"

Moen's gaze did not leave the last group of people; Moen simply spoke with his back to the sacred tree:

“Aier won’t give up. So I won’t try to persuade her. I will do everything I can to help her get everything back safely.”

Often, true love doesn't mean making someone avoid everything for the sake of so-called safety.

Companionship, understanding, and support may be even more important.

Moen's current choice is to accept their choice and face the final difficulties together.

He had already abandoned them once.

This time they didn't want to come again, and neither did Moen!

"I understand. So, will you come with me to check it out later?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I be saying all this?"

After nodding, the Holy Tree looked at Moen's retreating figure with some hesitation.

In the end, she turned all her words into silence.

Even though Moen had his back to her, he could clearly see her unusual behavior.

"Just tell me directly, I should be able to accept everything now."

Do I really have to say it?

Moen shook his head and said:

"That depends on how you think about it, but I think I know what you're going to say."

The goddesses have all come over here, and even Air is trying his best to take back everything he lost.

But Rose Lorrian was the only one missing, so Moen had already guessed what the Holy Tree wanted to say.

The sacred tree behind Moen smiled wryly and said:

"I'm sorry, I can't hold back."

Moen turned around, his eyes filled with melancholy. The moment his gaze met that of the Holy Tree, the latter subtly looked away.

"I'm so sorry. This is clearly your biggest fear."

In the silence, Moen quickly walked to the Holy Tree and raised his palm.

This made the sacred tree close her eyes slightly intimidated, but she did not flinch and felt much more relaxed.

Moen didn't hit her; he simply placed his palm gently on her cheek and said:

"I am the one who should apologize, and I am the one who made the mistake, not you. So I'm sorry."

Who is at fault?

It's obviously only Moen.

Neither of them spoke; they simply pressed their foreheads tightly together.

Breaths intertwine in the silence, creating a kind of silence denser than any vow.

-

The last inhabitants of the white world left their homeland where they had lived and grown up.

Many of them felt reluctant and confused about this.

But more than anything, they are filled with hope for the future.

Because they saw a spring they had never seen before.

The migrating caravan stopped in Alaska Bay, where the goddesses dug the door from the depths of the ruins and brought it here.

This was the Queen's idea, because she knew that the warmth of the Gulf of Alaska would be an unforgettable experience for the inhabitants of the icy world.

In the group, a nine-year-old child took off the sealskin gloves his mother had sewn and reached his fingertips into a crevice in the rock to pluck a trembling cluster of purple—a bright little flower.

There are many more flowers like this here, but he only dares to pick the most inconspicuous ones hidden among the rocky peaks.

Even if the quantity was unimaginable, it was still a magnificent sight he had never seen in his entire life.

His father paid no attention to his kung fu; this man, who could hunt dire wolves in blizzards, was now wiping his eyes with the cuff of his reindeer-skin coat.

A moment later, he and his companions knelt on the slightly damp tundra of the Gulf of Alaska, just like the people before them.

They praised in unison the magnificent spring they had witnessed.

In the river bend before them, schools of pink salmon pierced the silvery surface of the water, swirling into coral-colored eddies in the pale golden sunlight. This caused the women to loosen the walrus ivory hairpins from their braids, letting their black hair fall freely in the biting north wind.

The excited crowd hummed ancient songs, songs that praised the harsh winter and also songs that bid farewell to it.

It seems that a bright future has arrived.

This prompted those who had arrived earlier to join in singing the ancient hymn.

They had sung this many times before. But every time, they would sing along.

Because this seemingly ordinary scene was incredibly poignant for them.

Amidst the singing of the crowd, the child who had previously taken off his sealskin gloves and carefully plucked a small flower from the rocky peak was seen.

But he stared blankly into the distance.

A moment later, he pointed in the direction he was looking and asked the adults who were singing and dancing:

"what is that?"

The first person looked ahead in the direction the child was pointing.

He stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, unable to move.

This unusual behavior clearly alerted his companions.

People living in a harsh world are never lacking in a sense of crisis.

But when they both looked up...

But they found themselves in the same predicament.

Starting from this point, the vitality of the river bend is visibly fading away.

All the people with their necks craned back formed a stiff arc as they watched the sky being devoured by some living darkness.

It wasn't nightfall, nor was it simply a ridiculous gathering of dark clouds.

Instead, it was an abyss giving birth to an even deeper abyss, the surging undercurrents carrying the remnants of the sky, silencing even cries for help wherever they went. As the last ray of light curled up above the river bend, people heard the crisp sound of their own hearts freezing.

They had already abandoned that harsh world.

But an even darker future is determined to take their fate.

-

There are now three pairs of God-Kings remaining in this world, which is to say, six supreme beings.

They chose to remain on the sidelines for their own reasons.

The pair of god-kings who left first are currently in their own divine kingdom.

The god, whose face appeared slightly aged, gazed at the distant sky.

The sun's radiance still shines upon all things.

That was something that even the gods found dazzling.

Soon, he heard a sound coming from behind him.