I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Chapter 311 – When the Pillar of War Fell
The last sound from Korthan’s body faded like the final ember in a forge that had burned too long. The war hall minutes ago the heart of pure fire and absolute will now lay hollow, echoing only with silence. Cracked walls still smoked, the floor melted and hardened again in chaotic shapes, and the air hung heavy, unsure whether to stay hot or simply die.

Sylvia stood at the center.

In her hand, Korthan’s white flame core still pulsed slowly, like the heart of a giant forced to accept a new master. The fire did not rebel. It did not scream. It bowed, obedient as the chains wrapped around her.

Treant Jr. stared at the flame with his small red eyes, his body nearly swallowed by the aura of white and black swirling around Sylvia.

Plop.

(It… changed.)

And indeed, the aura around Sylvia had changed. Her Death Flame was no longer purely black. Thin white veins of light ran through it not merged, but coexisting, like two laws forced to share one vessel.

Alicia, Stacia, and Sofia approached from behind the ruins of their barriers. None spoke. Not because they lacked words, but because the moment felt too sacred for anything trivial.

Stacia observed the flickering patterns in the air.

“The world… is recalibrating itself.”

Alicia brushed dust from her hair.

“If that is what ‘recalibrating’ looks like… what happens when it gets angry?”

No one answered.

Because before any words could form…

The sky of the gods’ realm shattered.

…..

Above the fallen temple, the golden horizon split like glass struck from within. White light burst out, forming fractures stretching across the sky. The explosion made no sound but its tremor sank into bone.

The realm reacted not to Korthan’s death… but to the loss of the War Pillar.

Dreigos, God of Stone, opened a second eye, something he rarely did.

The mountain he sat upon quaked, though he still had not risen.

“The pillar… falls,” he rumbled, voice like a dying earth.

“A mechanism of the gods has lost a piece… the world will crawl to find a replacement.”

In the distance, a forest-shaped shadow stirred. Syvalith, Goddess of the Forbidden Forest, nodded as she watched the crawling lines of light.

“Ah. The flame has died. Now the forest watches those who walk upon its soil.”

Emerald waves rippled through the divine sky. Nerys surged upward, slamming her ocean’s surface so hard waves rose like towers.

“KORTHAN! YOU FELL TO A MORTAL-BORN CREATURE?! AND I WAS FORCED TO WATCH?!”

Water formed into spears but shattered before completion.

The Avatar of the World appeared beside her. Shapeless. Eyeless. Mouthless. Only a curved silhouette emitting pure authority.

“Silence.”

One word froze the entire ocean. It hardened into glass.

Nerys clenched her teeth but bowed.

Elsewhere where there was no sky, no floor, only void Xynareth opened her eyes slowly.

“Death… has taken fire.”

Her voice resonated not through space, but through the concept of space, spreading like a fracture through existence.

“I want to observe it more closely…”

The Avatar appeared again.

“Not yet.”

Xynareth’s smile sharpened.

“You cannot restrain me forever.”

“I can restrain you until she is ready.”

Back at the ruined war temple, Korthan’s remnants drifted shards of a sun trapped in death.

No blood.

No soul.

Only pressure lingering like the ghost of a battlefield.

Everything was gone.

Everything except the honor of his final choice.

Sylvia watched the last shard fade.

There was no pride in her face.

No pity.

No moral.

Only acknowledgment that a warlord had chosen the death that suited him.

Sofia reached for Sylvia’s hand gently.

“Are you… alright?”

“…Yes.”

It wasn’t entirely true nor false, it was a reality she hadn’t named.

The white flame core in her grasp pulsed again, trying to weave itself into her aura and Sylvia allowed it.

Alicia studied her carefully.

“You do know that isn’t a gift, right? It’s… a legacy. And a god’s legacy never comes without consequences.”

Sylvia looked at the flame.

“…I know.”

Stacia added,

“You may not change now. But later that fire will find its place and you will feel it.”

Treant Jr. tapped Sylvia’s head twice.

Plop.

(Don’t become bad.)

Sylvia lifted him and placed him back like a crown.

“…I won’t.”

As Sylvia and the others stepped out of the temple gate, the world took a final breath.

The cracks in the pillars paused only to release a long, dreadful sound:

KRRRRRAAAAKK…

The Temple of Korthan, the war fortress that stood since the gods’ realm was first shaped, began to bend like a bone unable to bear its master’s absence.

Pillars that had borne thousands of war rites stiffened, trembled, and broke one after another.

Alicia halted.

“…He waited for us to leave.”

Sofia lowered her gaze, gripping Sylvia’s arm.

“This… is his last gesture of honor.”

Stacia observed the collapsing structure, her pupils rotating with temporal patterns.

“It’s not simple destruction. This is… dissolution of existence. The temple is not being destroyed. It is choosing to die with its master.”

Treant Jr. clung to Sylvia’s hair, trembling softly.

Plop…

(Goodbye…)

Then…

The temple fell in silence.

Walls sank inward, not outward. The floor curled like fabric. Stones disintegrated into dust before touching ground.

As if the building erased itself from history leaving no ruins, no ash.

Only one thing remained:

A lingering pressure, the scent of a war that had died.

Sylvia stood motionless.

Her eyes now ringed with faint white fire studied the vanished space without emotion and something close to respect.

Then she dipped her head barely a millimeter.

A final, quiet salute.

Sofia saw it and smiled with sad warmth.

“…He would have accepted that.”

Alicia sighed, brushing ash from her sleeves.

“One pillar down. This world is getting more unstable.”

Stacia looked at the sky still cracked, white veins glowing like shocked arteries of a god.

“And the other gods definitely felt it. We won’t get a warm welcome anymore.”

Treant Jr. raised a branch.

Plop!

(Let’s go… before someone else comes.)

Sylvia turned, leaving the flat, empty land where a war temple once stood.

The cold aura of Death Flame and the white flicker of Korthan’s fire pulsed together like two beasts watching each other, yet agreeing to walk side by side… for now.

She stepped forward.

Without looking back.

No need to look back.

“We’re heading to the next temple,” she said softly.

Sofia at her left.

Alicia at her right.

Stacia a few steps behind.

Treant Jr. perched atop her head like a shaky but loyal banner.

In the distance, the divine horizon shifted:

A shadow of a massive forest, dark green, breathing like a sleeping beast aware of intruders.

Syvalith was waiting Or perhaps only watching.

No one knew.

A thin white breeze passed over them.

The next step led into shadows and the war against the gods…

…

The white wind brushing their bodies was no ordinary breeze. It moved like a living creature probing, circling, then retreating as if reporting to something in the distance.

The farther they walked from the fallen war temple, the thicker the green mist grew on the horizon. Not a mist of water nor dust, this mist drifted as if pulled by unseen roots. Each strand carried faint silhouettes of branches and watchful eyes peering through gaps.

Alicia slowed her pace.

“…We’re being watched.”

Stacia nodded, eyes narrowing as she analyzed the mist’s pattern.

“No killing intent. No pressure. Just… observation.”

Sofia glanced at Sylvia.

“He knows we’re coming.”

Of course.

Syvalith Goddess of the Forbidden Forest. A god who disliked war, disliked other gods, disliked guests. But also one who never attacked without reason.

Sylvia’s pace did not change.

To her, any terrain was simply a floor to cross.

Every step she left faded silently; even drifting leaves avoided her, as if recognizing she did not obey the rules of life.

As the forest grew nearer, the world shifted more dramatically.

The marble ground cracked away, replaced by dark green moss. Roots emerged from the fractures like cautious fingers testing the intruders. The air thickened, not heavy, just fuller.

Treant Jr. pressed close to Sylvia’s head, small branches stiff with unease.

Plop…

(Smells like forest… but… not normal forest.)

And it was true.

The forest before them wasn’t just trees.

It was like a giant creature lying asleep, and they were walking toward its chest.

Tower-high trunks trembled gently in nonexistent wind. Leaves shifted on their own. Thick roots sprawled above ground like ancient serpents. The golden sunlight of the gods’ realm filtered into a muted green twilight thick with floating specks like dream-dust.

Sofia whispered, voice almost swallowed by the silence:

“He’s… enormous…”

Alicia scoffed softly.

“If he wanted us dead, we’d have died the moment we stepped on the boundary.”

Stacia corrected calmly:

“Not dead. Lost.

Then swallowed by the forest.”

Treant Jr. lowered himself.

Plop.

(Don’t get lost…)

Sylvia stopped at the border where the last golden light touched the ground and the edge before shadow claimed everything beyond.

One more step, and they would be in Syvalith’s domain entirely.