Chapter 645 Let the World Completely Forget Me

Seeing this, Dunyarzad panics. She looks at the Archons behind her; at this time, Nahida has her eyes closed.

Dunyarzad guesses it: Lord Dendro God has probably gone over there already—this is her understanding of Lord Dendro God.

Then, doesn't this mean we're about to forget Greater Lord Rukkhadevata?

No! No! No!!

Dunyarzad's tears fall even faster than Nahida's. She desperately recites Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's name in her mind, afraid she'll forget.

I don't want to forget...

[Nahida: "But... but... this is too cruel. I don't want to forget you..."]

Yes, I don't want to—we all don't want to forget you. All the people of Sumeru, and even the Teyvat people watching this scene—no one wants to forget Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, this gentle and loving god.

[Greater Lord Rukkhadevata softly says: "Don't be so sad, Buer. As a sage, you should enjoy the joy of finding the answer at this moment."]

["This is the answer you've been seeking all along, the words to know the full picture..."]

["'Let the world completely forget me.'"]

One sentence makes everyone unable to hold back their tears any longer.

At this moment, the audience empathizes—not from the Traveler's perspective anymore, but empathizing with Nahida.

Clearly the God of Wisdom, yet unable to think of a way to save her—this deep powerlessness, this unavoidable farewell that must be faced.

The person before her eyes is the first one to show Nahida such a smile. This smile has only just imprinted in her mind, yet next, it will soon be forgotten.

At this moment, the BGM starts playing along with Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's words.

The instant the BGM starts, the "girl"'s fair ears twitch slightly. This music enters her ears—truly wonderful.

[Greater Lord Rukkhadevata: "We all nest under the great tree of wisdom, attempting to read the world."]

The camera focuses on Nahida. She reaches out wanting to hold on, but hesitantly shrinks her hand back. She knows this is an inevitable farewell.

The camera seems to be sucked into Nahida's eyes. After a 'world spinning', in Nahida's eyes are scenes of various memories.

["Read from the soil, read from the rain, then transform into a white bird and climb the branches..."]

["Finally, holding in its beak that crucial leaf."]

In the 'memories', it's the 'leaf' newly sprouting. Nahida opens her eyes—this is her initial birth, the beginning of her imprisonment.

The Sages' faces she can't see clearly, or perhaps she doesn't want to see clearly.

Nahida doesn't want to look directly into their eyes, because what they see in their eyes isn't Nahida at all.

In their eyes is reflected only the figure of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.

They seem to always be questioning: O god, let us know 'who are you?'

Who am I? Nahida also constantly questions herself—who am I?

Buer? The God of Wisdom? The successor to the Tree King? The newly born life? Or... Nahida...

She doesn't understand. The imprisoned Nahida has a bewildered expression; she doesn't understand why she's being treated this way?

That's right, it must be because I'm not qualified. As long as I become excellent, it'll be fine. As long as I become excellent, the people will look straight at me!

Then, what should an excellent god be like?

Nahida doesn't know, but in the Void Realm, there are Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's deeds—that truly is a great god. Perhaps, that's what I should become.

Nahida is working hard, working hard, working hard...

In the scene, Dunyarzad asks her, 'Who are you?'

Nahida's answer is 'It doesn't matter who I am.'

Yes, it doesn't matter who I am. Nahida no longer wants to know who she is; she wants to become a qualified god.

This idea persists until the Traveler's appearance—that's when Nahida first faces her own heart directly. Her heart tells her—she is Nahida!

But the Grand Sage outside never listens to a word she says, nor cares about her thoughts.

They want to know who Nahida is, but they only want one answer—you are Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.

Is Nahida Greater Lord Rukkhadevata? Yes and no. They are in a 'reincarnation' relationship, essentially the same person, but also different individuals.

Nahida protects her people in her own way, mending the conflicts among her people, but no one knows of her existence, no one cares—until one person truly starts to care about her.

—Dunyarzad, her believer.

Not Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's, not the Dendro God's—just Nahida's believer.

The curiosity of birth, the bewilderment of being captured, the helplessness of imprisonment, the pain of neglect—finally turn into the joy of being discovered.

This is the first time Nahida is looked at directly; the other person's eyes reflect her!

This is the first time Nahida feels joy.

That's right, joy. Nahida recalls what the emotion of joy is like.

Finally, before her eyes is Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. She says, at this moment, you should feel joy...

This isn't right... This isn't joy. I know what joy is like—I know!

This isn't right! Nahida reaches out wanting to grab Greater Lord Rukkhadevata so she doesn't leave.

The memories end; that segment of memory 'drops' out along with Nahida's tears. The camera returns to the present.

Nahida makes the motion of reaching out to hold on, just like the last scene in her memories.

But in the end, her hand doesn't extend, and her words don't come out, because this is a destined farewell—it would only add to the sorrow.

Her small hand clenches tight and places it to her chest. Nahida turns her head away; she doesn't want to say goodbye.

But the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata before her eyes must make this final farewell.

Greater Lord Rukkhadevata hugs Nahida, just like at the beginning when she held that tiny tender sprout.

Greater Lord Rukkhadevata has no urging words, merely hugging Nahida, just holding her like this.

Nahida's hands tremble, but in the end, she still places her hands on Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's body. This is the first embrace, and also the last.

The once-in-a-lifetime embrace lasts only a moment. Nahida's hands grasp empty air, her footing unsteady as she nearly falls—the person before her has already vanished.

Finally, only Nahida is left kneeling on the ground. Her hand shrinks back to her chest again, but this time, there's no embrace from that person.

Tears spill out—this isn't... this isn't joy...

Her tears wet the roots, her eyes cry red, her appearance heart-wrenchingly painful.

Even after being imprisoned for five hundred years, she never cried so painfully because of her own experiences.

But at this very moment, because of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's disappearance, she cries uncontrollably.

After Greater Lord Rukkhadevata dissipates, she turns into 'leaves'—these represent her power. Now, the falling leaves are returning to their roots.

These 'leaves' drift toward Sumeru, the land she cherished.

Sumeru's night is very quiet. People in their sleep seem to have a dream—a dream about Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.

The scene changes; this time, what appears is Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, the Flower God, and King Deshret.

Music, dance, laughter.

That's right, this is joy—this is a beautiful dream.