“But at what cost?
We had sacrificed so much to carry out the incubator experiment. We wanted to use the world tree to make it better, but Ophelia had handed it to the elves, and if we tried to get it back, it would mean exposing our truth and fighting a war against the whole Argon. We couldn’t risk that,” the man said.
“So that’s the reason for it all, the war that had been fought repeatedly on several continents of Argon in repeat.
Ophelia watched this gruesome activity repeat every single time, yet she allowed it to continue,” Silva said.
“Oh, I see you know about the eight continents, though it would be wrong to see them as continents anymore.
Ophelia turned them into separate timelines rather than continents, separated by the void. I learned about this years ago, but Void was unable to enter heaven to kill me.
I sometimes wonder, what could I be that made her do such a thing? I’ve searched for the reason for many years, but never got anything. I wanted to know, I wanted to understand, but nothing made sense no matter what I tried.
In the end, I let it be. Sometimes, some secrets are not worth knowing,” the old man said. Silva looked at him, he listened for a while, and then spoke.
“I killed Void. It tried to come against me and erase my memories, but I killed it. So you could walk out of this realm without any issue,” Silva said.
“Oh no, there is no way I’m leaving here. You can’t allow any celestial to leave. Our defective race should end here. The crimes we have committed have caught up to us, and you are our reckoning.
Take your blade and wipe the whole race out, remove the stain that is our race, because with us, there will be no way to fix this world.
But I have one favor to ask, though. The only surviving celestial should be the baby. She has no knowledge of what we did, she is innocent of it all.
She is also the reason we all turned into monsters. She is the work that took us thousands of years and millions of deaths. She should get a chance at life. I hope you understand,” the man said.
Silva paused for a while and stared at the man. He closed his eyes and opened them. “I will do what you want and wipe away the race. I’ll save the baby.
But since you are going to die, I’ll do you a favor. I’ll tell you why Ophelia did what she did.
Your goddess is a prisoner of someone extremely powerful, and she has been trying to create a version of me that will be able to save her.
She has repeatedly done this eight times now, with me being the last version that was created. She repeatedly altered the timelines with minor changes to set me on that path that I would follow,” Silva explained.
“I see, it makes sense then. To her, we are nothing but expendable materials that she can manipulate into a certain future just to foster her agenda.
She is like us, the celestials, trying to manipulate fate and forcing it until it finally changes to our will. But like us, fate has to catch up to her as well. No one should be able to escape it at all.
You might just be the fate that punishes her, like you’ll do to us. Just promise me that you’ll give your best to make sure she suffers for what she did. No sinner should go unpunished, not even a god,” the old man said.
Silva didn’t say a word and simply kept quiet. He looked at the man and could tell that he was genuinely tired of it all.
“You’ve lived quite a while, done a lot, and now you’ve come to your end. There’s a little child somewhere here that you have created. You brought life, and that makes you her father, even if she’ll never know.
So tell me something, from your thousands of years—something special that I should tell her, something that in itself is a memory of you,” Silva said.
“You really are a generous soul,” the man said with a chuckle. “Tell her to live bravely and to love life. After all, many died to give her that life,” the old man said, then he got up and walked deeper into the lab.
He looked over at Silva and signaled for him to come. Silva walked up to the man. The man placed his hand on the wall, and a light shone on the wall. Then a door opened, leading into a white room.
Silva walked to the door and looked inside, and he saw a lonely-looking five-year-old girl sitting and playing with some wooden toys.
She had beautiful white hair that matched her four white wings. Her skin was incredibly pale. She had a white dress on, and all of this made her look like an angel.
“I made sure to keep her away from everyone, to ensure she didn’t grow attached to us in any way. It made her lonely, but it was for the best,” the old man said.
Silva looked at him, then looked at the girl. He walked inside the white room, his feet sounding on the hard floor.
The sound of his footsteps drew the girl’s attention. She turned to look at Silva. Her eyes were white as well, but Silva could tell she was looking at him.
He continued walking toward her in slow and steady steps. He got close to her and bent to one knee. He stretched out his hand to her.
“Hey, my name is Silva,” he said, smiling genuinely from his heart. This girl gave off a very soft and happy aura that had an effect on even Silva.
She looked at his hand for a while, then dropped her toys to place her hand on his.
