Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 426 - 426 428 Arson of the Gods

?Chapter 426: Chapter 428: Arson of the Gods Chapter 426: Chapter 428: Arson of the Gods Flashes of light streamed through the thicket of thorns, and the thoughts of the ancient gods spread out in the darkness. The broken body squeezed through the narrow gaps between the thorns, and the teetering will crossed over the abyss of madness and folly.

How long had she been wandering in this space filled with chaos? How much of the ancient gods’ contamination had she come into contact with? Was she now a complete individual, or just a fragment drifting in the chaos, on the verge of being assimilated and absorbed by it?

Agatha could no longer distinguish clearly; she couldn’t distinguish anything, not even the boundary between her body and the vast expanse of chaos around her—in her vision, her body seemed like a blot of ink gradually dissipating in water, with the edges of her body presenting a blurred, liquid-like texture. She felt as if she were not walking through this darkness, but flowing forward within a thick fluid with similar properties to her body.

She knew everything was reaching its limit—the Prime Element. She didn’t know if it had ever created everything in the world, but it was obvious that it had created her current body.

Ice melts into water, vapor disperses into wind. The counterfeit that had formed from the Prime Element would return to this “ocean” made of the Element. The so-called “individual will” inside this body would soon become an inconspicuous point of light in the chaotic “ocean,” nourishment for the tiny glimmers constantly roaming through the thorns.

She was just an imitation, just a shadow, with the memories of a twenty-four-year lifespan. Those memories contained her hometown, her comrades, all that she loved and despised—yet, perhaps only three days of that twenty-four-year life truly belonged to her, if not even less.

For some reason, Governor Winston’s voice seemed to suddenly resonate in her mind, filled with sighs and regrets—

“There is no meaning…”

A living person with a real life annotated their existence so in this endless darkness, while a counterfeit with only three days to live was attempting to confront the ancient gods through it.

“How stupid…”

Agatha sighed softly; her voice dissolved into the darkness, rippling weakly, and her mind was inundated with endless information, fluctuating highs and lows of “0” and “1” that constituted a mysterious will washing over her mind.

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