Novel Full Chapter 1179: Farewell
Chapter 1179: Farewell
“Scar!”
The assassin woman froze mid-motion with her daggers dripping red.
The woman turned at the sound of her name. A flicker of surprise, or perhaps distaste, crossed her face before stillness settled in.
Her eyes – once bright and teasing – now gleamed cold and unreadable.
Lilith stopped and repeated. “Scar…?”
The name left her lips like a breath she’d held for centuries.
But Scar didn’t smile at the reunion. Instead, the twin daggers lifted and angled defensively as her stance shifted. Every line of her body spoke of caution, not celebration.
She was alarmed by being confronted with a dangerous enemy instead of being overjoyed to meet her old friend.
Lilith’s throat tightened. “Has it truly been four hundred years together, and all of that’s gone?”
No answer came. The assassin’s gaze flicked briefly to the side, scanning the battlefield. Her expression stayed still, careful. Speaking now, saying something like ’I remember everything,’ could mean revealing her master’s hand in one shape or another, and that was something she would never do.
She’d risen in his ranks only recently. Mistakes would not be forgiven.
Yet, as she watched Lilith’s face twist with hurt, something shifted behind those cold eyes. She didn’t understand it, but she didn’t want this woman to die. So long as she no longer posed a threat to her master.
Scar’s grip tightened. Her tone was calm, clipped. “Lilith Ravenshade. Abandon vengeance. Pursue no debt of blood. Walk away while you still can, or my Master, the Primordial Villain, will claim your soul as his own. Cherish the memory of the human Scar, for you will never meet her again. No matter what you do.”
The words were flat, but they cut deeper than any blade.
Lilith shook her head slowly, unable to simply give up. She knew it deep in her bones. There was no giving up. That was not who she was.
“I will not do that! I’ll keep searching for a solution!”
Scar shook her head and began walking toward the woman with daggers drawn.
“All you will find is Eternal Damnation.”
Before Lilith could answer, the air split with a sharp whistle. A blur cut through the battlefield, followed by a deafening crash as Ryonosuke — the Mad Dog who had been teleported into the capital’s finest underwear shop just minutes ago — landed like a meteor after conducting the sprint of his life.
His glaive came down in a brutal arc, tearing through the ground and throwing up a cloud of dust.
Scar darted aside at the very last instant, rolling over broken debris. But before she could recover, another shadow appeared.
Elder Chizuru.
The old Fujimori veteran struck from her blind spot with precise, merciless intent. Her blade moved too fast to follow; it was a clean series of strikes that carved the assassin apart.
Scar didn’t cry out in pain; she didn’t even show signs of distress about being killed. Based on her grimace, it seemed she was only angered about being defeated.
Her daggers slipped from her hands as her body fell in blue-tinted fragments, while her head hit the dirt and rolled once before coming to a stop, facing Lilith.
Their eyes met.
For a heartbeat, the battlefield fell away. There was no sound, no motion. Just those two pairs of eyes, locked together. Lilith could see it clearly in Scar’s gaze. No anger. No confusion. Only a quiet farewell.
Goodbye.
The word never left her lips, but Lilith felt it all the same.
The next second, Scar’s body dissolved into motes of blue light, fading into nothing.
Lilith’s hands clenched. Her jaw tightened. Her head snapped toward Ryonosuke and Chizuru with dark and trembling eyes, full of restrained fury.
“Collect yourself!” Chizuru barked before she could speak. “We’re retreating!”
Lilith’s expression twisted in disbelief. “Retreating? Why?!”
Chizuru didn’t answer right away. Her eyes flicked toward the horizon, voice tight. “Because my scouts report an incoming Consortium army. We have to leave before they get here.”
But even as she said it, her tone wavered. She knew that wasn’t the whole truth. Yes, the incoming army was something they had no business fighting with the fortress still standing.
But that was only part of the reason why they were forced to retreat. The other was…
A single person.
Her gaze shifted toward the stronghold in the distance, the one the Fujimori had been trying to breach since it all started. It should’ve fallen by now, standing on its last legs with the defenders out of resources to resist.
Yet it stood.
Because of him.
Floating behind the fortress barrier, a man sat cross-legged in the air. His body was bathed in blue light as energy was radiating from him so thick it bent the air.
Mana poured out of him in visible waves, expanding with each passing second. At the same time, mana poured into him as well, becoming a living furnace of the world’s most valuable energy, drawing and expending it in great quantity.
The resulting pressure alone made the air around him tremble, and the syndicate soldiers nearby instinctively stepped back.
Even across the vast distance, his gaze met Chizuru’s.
Those eyes – swirling with all four elements – were calm. Detached. Watching, not challenging. He wasn’t gloating. He was simply there, and his presence alone felt heavier than the entire army below.
Then something in his expression changed.
A small crease touched his lips. It wasn’t quite arrogance, but the faint curl of amusement from someone watching a play he found interesting. He was having a great deal of fun at the expense of her people.
Then, as if he wanted to add flair to the play, he extended his right arm to the side, palm open.
The air rippled. Magic twisted in upon itself. From the center of his open palm, a shape began to take form. Blue light condensed into a silhouette, faint at first, then solidifying.
Scar stepped out of that radiance like a memory made flesh, sporting none of the injuries Chizuru had inflicted upon the girl mere moments ago. Her twin daggers gleamed cold as she landed in a crouch, then moved.
The first Fujimori soldier never saw her coming. His throat opened in a clean line before he could shout. The next three fell within seconds. Their blood mixed with the dirt as the assassin wove through the chaos again.
Chizuru’s hand trembled. Her knuckles turned white against her sword hilt.
“Monster…”