Chapter 373
The terrifying cosmic trumpet resounded across every layer of reality simultaneously, an event that truly transcended the boundaries of the multiverse itself.
It was a call, or a command, that could not be avoided by anyone or anything.
Yes, at least within the memory of Erietta, who now sat inside the train, this was the beginning of something profoundly dark.
This was the moment when the absolute obedience of the thirteen Archangels, who had grown up longing for their creator, was finally exploited by Quil-Hasa.
Not for creation or preservation, but for an incomprehensible act.
Through them, or by using them as intermediaries or weapons, Quil-Hasa devastated the universe.
Without exception, the act shattered order, reversed laws, and erased thousands or even millions of realities with a single command.
And through this horrifying event—through the collective trauma and massive destruction inflicted by the creator upon His own creation—the seeds of hatred, disappointment, and deeper betrayal were born.
These were the seeds that would later grow into the next great event.
The Second Heavenly Betrayal.
'The invasion of the twelve Archangels was unstoppable.'
Through the eyes of Myra Astrielle—or more precisely, through the profound memories now living within Erietta Bathee's consciousness—a panorama of desperate heroism unfolded.
Xavier XVII, amid the darkness and destruction sweeping across multiple universes, moved with an almost inhuman persistence.
He was no longer merely an observer or a researcher.
He became a savior.
With the depth of his power, he created thousands of teleportation portals at once, a sight that might have resembled an explosion of tiny stars in the midst of cosmic darkness.
Each portal was a bridge of life, intended to rescue civilizations trapped in collapsing universes, transferring them in massive numbers to temporary safe zones he fortified with the remnants of his strength.
His body may have bled, his energy may have been drained to its limits, yet his resolve to save every soul within his reach did not waver.
During the exhausting mass rescue, Xavier—usually calm and calculated—began to show cracks.
He once asked Myra, who stood by his side perhaps as an analyst or guardian, to assess the situation.
With a voice that may have been steady yet heavy, Myra reported the cruelty of reality.
The invasion carried out by the twelve Archangels, acting as instruments of Quil-Hasa, had caused immeasurable chaos.
The figures she presented depicted an expanding catastrophe.
The instability of destruction continued to rise—from sixty percent to eighty-six percent—and at the time of the report, the number was still climbing steadily.
Each percentage may have represented thousands of worlds, trillions of lives, or countless realities erased from existence.
Upon hearing the report and witnessing firsthand how futile his efforts seemed despite saving many, Xavier's unrest reached its peak.
His usual composure melted away, replaced by a deep, boiling anxiety.
An unbearable moral burden—of witnessing endless devastation—began to gnaw at his soul.
He saw his efforts as nothing more than scooping water from a boiling ocean with a spoon.
The situation pushed him to the brink.
From that profound despair, Xavier drew an extreme conclusion.
He looked at Myra Astrielle, perhaps with eyes burning with fierce determination and immeasurable sorrow.
With a firm yet heavy voice, he declared his intention.
He would, with everything he possessed—with all the knowledge and inherited power of his lineage and his discoveries about Quil-Hasa—stop the invasion of the twelve Archangels.
'Almost all of them died. But they succeeded.'
Not merely observing, Myra Astrielle stood transfixed, preserving every detail with a mixture of awe and deep horror.
She witnessed the ferocity of the battle between Xavier and the twelve Archangels.
Xavier, now having cast aside all limitations, transformed into a constantly evolving force.
He was favored not because of his initial strength, but because of his extraordinary ability to adapt.
Every angelic strike was studied.
Every pattern of their Authority was analyzed.
His own power multiplied in response, surpassing the boundaries of each Archangel's Authority.
The battle became a cosmic dance between rigid divine order and wild human creativity, with Xavier at the eye of the storm.
Then she witnessed a more personal and heavier confrontation—between Xavier and the thirteenth Archangel, the first among them, the Matriarch.
At first, the battle was deeply unbalanced.
The sword wielded by the Matriarch was no ordinary weapon, but a manifestation of her Authority and her blindest loyalty, nearly bringing Xavier to his knees.
Yet at the critical moment, Xavier did not retaliate with raw power.
He spoke.
His words, delivered amid lethal exchanges, carried a question that shook the core of everything.
He speculated that Quil-Hasa might not truly intend to destroy the universe outright.
His statement implied a horrifying consequence: that if the universe truly ceased to exist, the Archangels who successfully executed the command would witness what would happen if Quil-Hasa's long-suppressed love finally exploded—without any creation left to serve as barrier or distraction.
And that unrestrained explosion of divine love could annihilate everything, including themselves.
Those words, perhaps touching the deepest doubts and longings within the Matriarch, became the opening Xavier used to defeat her—not with strength, but with painful truth.
With unblinking eyes, Myra Astrielle also witnessed the climax of the Second Heavenly Betrayal.
She saw how the resilience of the thirteen Archangels—now turned against their creator—united with a single human, Xavier XVII.
Together, with the remnants of their strength and desperation, they fought fiercely at the heart of the Heavenly Realm.
Their target was not Quil-Hasa in His entirety, but an avatar—a fragment of His Self that had descended directly.
Though the battle nearly claimed the lives of all who opposed Him—a price almost too great to bear—ultimately that avatar of Quil-Hasa was defeated.
The victory was not absolute.
It did not destroy the creator.
But it inflicted a wound—a proof that even divine will could be challenged and harmed.
From that wound emerged a decree, a decision that echoed across all existence.
The defeated avatar of Quil-Hasa proclaimed to the thirteen Archangels and Xavier XVII that He would not intend to destroy the universe again.
It was a cosmic ceasefire, a promise earned through bloodshed and rebellion.
The remaining worlds were given a chance to breathe, to rebuild.
For Myra, who witnessed it, this marked the end of an unimaginable chapter of war—a point of light amidst devastation, and proof that even in the face of absolute divine power, the courage to resist and to ask "why" could bring about change, however small.
'This is the Land of the Gods, lower than Heaven and Hell, yet high enough to regard other realms of life as mere particles of dust—nothing more than insects to be brushed aside.'
After the cosmic storm that shook reality finally subsided, and a fragile yet tangible peace was restored between divine will and its rebellious creation, the lives of Myra Astrielle and Xavier XVII entered an entirely new chapter.
To be continued…