As Aivas relaxed a little bit of his clamping of power, an amber glow sparked from him.

As Avas raised his head slightly back, his entire skin gradually became transparent - the strong amber power completely submerged all the colors on Avas' body, smoothed out all the texture on him, and turned Avas into an amber human figure with glowing stars, like a blew out sugar man.

After sensing the power of Avas, the "Stone of Eden" that had been silent for a long time suddenly began to tremble and buzz.

It vibrated slightly on the desktop, like a vibrating phone. With the vibrations, it gradually moved closer toward Aivas.

Aivas's consciousness gradually became blurred... and before the consciousness completely evaporated, he subconsciously stretched out his finger forward and touched the Stone of Eden.

That moment—

The golden patterns like water waves echoed in the air, and as Evas' fingers became closer to the Stone of Eden, the ripples became denser and brighter.

And the moment Avas really touched the Stone of Eden, a clear memory suddenly flashed in his mind:

In front of him was a...or a white worm that was quite close to the size of this Stone of Eden.

It looks a bit like a beetle, with a hexagonal bulge on its back. However, it is not the beetle's slim transparent wings as thin as a cicada wing, but the furry wings. This makes it look more like a pet than a monster...

He stretched out his hand, and it flew towards it and stopped at the fingertips of "Avas". Six wings behind him slowly closed, reflecting a pure and sacred glow under the white light.

Getting closer to this position, "Evas" can finally see what it looks like.

It looked a bit like the head of a cicada. It was protruding like the eyes of a shrimp, but it was two dim yellow gems. It was about the size of a walnut... If all the head and wings were removed, it would be the Stone of Eden.

The only difference is that the color of the "gem" on its back is not the emerald that is solidified like a gem. It is a flowing gold color.

It looked like some kind of numbness, shining with a dark golden liquid that was almost thick and creamy, like nail polish, or like gel water. There were fine fragments shining like stars, which looked like some kind of space capsule.

——What part is the essence?

A question arose from "Avas"'s heart.

Is it the head like a bug, or the pure white feather... or the liquid inside the small backpack on its back?

“—It’s the liquid inside.”

A gentle, familiar voice sounded from "Avas"'s heart.

He turned around and saw someone who was a little familiar... but hadn't seen for a long time.

——It was Lucifer.

The twelve pure white wings that have not been cut and are still inlaid with gold and jewelry have a more brilliant and brilliant power than the Fallen Heaven and Lucifer.

His coming alone makes the light around him sway and stir.

He stood beside Avas and looked at the little thing crawling around with interest at the fingertips of "Avas".

"It likes you very much, snake."

"How should this child be raised?"

The snake thought in his mind: "What does it usually eat?"

He looked at the child and felt an extremely pure joy from the heart.

"Those with wings are born towards the light."

Lucifer's gentle voice echoed in the snake's heart: "Sucking the light in people's hearts is like you who have scales absorb material nutrition... We who have wings absorb the nourishment of the soul.

"Ideals, hopes, friendships, courage... are all precious nutrients. They are like aphids sucking in the sap. So they are usually placed in the tower. There is endless light here."

Lucifer said, touching the white feathered larvae gently.

As he raised his hand, a layer of golden glow slowly bloomed like a curtain, and the whole world was slightly shaking about it.

It first moved closer to Lucifer, but the moment before it was almost touched by the fingers, it suddenly shook, twitched suddenly and shaking its wings. After turning around the two for a few times, it stopped on the snake's right shoulder.

That's the direction away from Lucifer.

"…and at the same time, too dazzling light will burn us."

Lucifer was a little helpless: "It likes you very much. I guess it's because you have light in your heart...purity, flawlessness, and full of hope."

"——Did you become friends with me because of this reason?"

Hearing this, the snake turned around and looked at Lucifer.

"yes."

Lucifer did not shy away at all: "It is flawless, but it is pure enough; it is hot, but it is not cold. It is not so dazzling than the sun, but it has a unique rhythm. I like your light very much."

He said, looking at the larvae that was parked on the snake's shoulder: "It seems that it likes you very much, too."

"What is the gender of this child?"

The snake asked curiously, teasing the larva on its shoulder: "Can I come here often to accompany it in the future?"

"The most primitive winged people are genderless, because we are all born from light. Every ideal will become a new egg shell, draw light from the hearts of others, grow wings, and fly to the sun."

The voice that Lucifer sounded in the snake's heart was gentle and bright: "Those winged people with gender are actually polluted by impurities. Their hearts have a chaotic frequency band, so they dye these ideals with twisted light. But even so, it is still light...

"——Why, take it away, snake."

After a moment of silence, Lucifer made a proposal that surprised the snake: "I believe in your light. It is better to follow you than to follow us."

“…What happens if I follow me?”

"It will inherit your ideals. Don't you who have scales say this? The offspring is the continuation of the parents. The descendants of the winged ones are also the continuation of the parents - not the blood of the material, but the inheritance of the spirit."

"... Then do you have your own offspring?"

The snake asked curiously.

"No."

Lucifer was a little regretful, but proud: "This means that I have never entrust my ideals to others.

"I have nothing to give up, and nothing to do but can't do. I can spread my wings and fly to the sun."

The picture changes.

Aivas saw the dim sky.

The sun is dead.

The moon shines with bloody light, but it can only reflect less than a quarter of the sky red.

In the dim sky, there are countless ruins floating, like uncooked tea leaves, and the tea stems float on the water.

Looking around, there were no living creatures on the earth. There were deformed dragons roaring and flying in the sky.

Among them is a giant dragon with silver-white wings, and a flying headless monster holding Weizhe and Supreme Heaven's head in his hands.

Only the dark thorns squirm and crawl on the ground.

Buildings turned into ruins, and the earth dried up into deserts. Dreams and reality merged together, but even the entire dream world was already ruined.

His consciousness was chaotic. He lay on the ground, and countless black thorns were wrapped around his limbs. His lower body was completely exhausted and integrated with the thorns. His hands were as tiring as trees, but the part above his neck was barely intact. However, even his neck had black mesh veins like maple leaves.

After a severe cough, my consciousness seemed to be vaguely awake.

“——Teacher, teacher!”

Hearing the pure white girl holding her head and crying: "Don't die, teacher!"

“【…】.”

He heard himself say a name.

However, the moment he said it, the whole world seemed to press the silence button.

“…I’m sorry.”

He smiled bitterly, his voice dumb: "I've tried my best."

"Teacher, there is still a way, use the ring of the head!"

The pure white girl almost turned into light, illuminating a small velvet ball in the dim world: "Back to the past-"

“…Back to the past.”

He heard himself whispering, sneering, like a dream: "Is it useful..."

Suddenly, his eyes looked at the pure white girl.

As if I realized something, I opened my eyes wide and my vision suddenly became clear.

He choked violently and shed tears. He didn't know if he was choked or couldn't help himself.

"【…】,【…】, I'm sorry. I'm sorry...but..."

After staring at him in a daze, the girl suddenly realized something.

There is no one in the world who knows him better than her.

She suddenly fell silent.

"……I see."

The girl slowly lowered her hands.

Her hands moved up little by little, slowly holding the black halo of thorns on his head.
To be continued...