Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: Lady of Stars
Chapter 351 – Lady of Stars

Melantha and Lady Sora were standing tall in front of the young Apollo, shielding him completely from the attack of Kaden.

They barely managed. Each of them was furiously bleeding, with Melantha even losing her left arm in the process.

Her breathing was ragged and her purple eyes were becoming blurry. She didn’t know who attacked, but the weight behind the attack was enough to crush her own Will and soul.

She cursed, and spat.

In that moment of weakness, the whispers of the goddess were stronger than anything she had ever felt. She could feel it…

…she would be damned. Her fate was sealed.

Again, she spat.

Lady Sora was not unscathed either, her eyes bleeding golden after shielding herself and her nephew from the attack. But the tears of blood were not only because of the attack.

It was because that day was a day of mourning.

Her twin sister had died. A shame, but her heart had long gone cold and numb toward her.

But…

Lady Sora slowly raised her head to the sky, watching the mesmerizing face of Aurora made of crimson stars looking at them from above, her face bearing her usual smile.

Lady Sora knew Aurora would die. She knew it even when Kaden began to plot against the Asterion to change her fate.

She knew it was impossible, as sometimes there were things not meant to be changed no matter how one tries.

That was Fate.

And Fate was not one to bend easily to the whim of mortals.

But despite the fact she knew, despite the fact she expected her death and even prepared herself for the inevitable… the pain still struck her like a speeding truck.

She staggered half a step back. A tooth fell.

‘I am sorry.’ Lady Sora whispered inwardly as she looked at the sky above, her golden tears falling faster, soaking her face.

She was sorry. Sorry to not have been sincere with her. Sorry to not have opened up her heart to her in the same way Aurora did to her.

Sorry for the fact she left her manipulated and used by one who couldn’t care less about her.

She was… sorry.

But being sorry after her death was something that made Lady Sora chuckle in self-loathing, making her realize that truly… she had changed.

She had been aware of that, but now more than ever she realized the truth.

Since when was she ready to let go of her morals in order to pursue her goal?

She knew since when. It was since her own twin sister cursed her for power and made her who she was now.

That day when, without knowing, she was no longer the sweet, truthful, smiling and open-hearted person she had always been.

The one who created music and songs because the joy of life coursed inside her veins and shared it with the people to celebrate together.

That girl was no more.

That girl would never come back.

And only a withered cynical and hypocritical old woman was left. One who wanted to achieve one last thing before following the others.

So let her cry.

For that was the only thing she could do for a being who showed her love and respect when the world turned its back on her.

‘Even if I had turned back on you.’ She added internally. She next raised her head to the sky once more, and with a forlorn and woeful smile,

“Your death is dazzling, Aurora. Just like how you wanted it.”

She then ducked her head, and bowed.

Now rest in peace.

For the whole world is mourning you.

Aurora, The Last Star.

A tooth fell b

Lady Sora was not the only one.

Vert Prometheus and Estelle Prometheus were together watching the sky. Each of them had lived enough hardship to not feel the death of someone they barely knew stab their heart and draw tears.

But somehow, they shed tears at the sight of the crimson starry sky.

“Lady of Stars…” Vert whispered, her pink shimmering, “…is gone.”

Estelle didn’t say anything but she felt the pain. She not only felt the pain of the death of Aurora but the pain of the one who saved her from doom.

Prometheus.

The name she now bore in homage to the one who saved her.

To the Hero. To her Hero.

She smiled forlornly, closed her black flaming eyes and ducked her head down. Inside her head, a voice resonated — deep and resounding.

‘Good, Estelle.’ The Black Phoenix — Noir — whispered inside her mind, ‘The Last Star is worthy of your bow.’

Estelle didn’t answer and simply bowed her head in respect to the one her savior cherished.

Vert did the same and bowed her head to the sky, thinking of the last time she saw Aurora.

That time when she was rushing in order to be with Prometheus. She sighed wistfully.

‘Live this world as if you are a traveler. Do not hold anything at heart, for they would weigh you down and poison your soul.’

That was her philosophy. Yet here she was, holding dear someone, bowing and crying for that someone.

She sighed again, and bowed even further.

It was not only them, all over the empire — of what was left of it — the folks bowed to Aurora, all while crying.

Some of them recognized the face of Aurora, calling her Lady of Smile. While the beggars in some backward dirty alley — who survived miraculously — looked at the sky while calling her Lady Chocolate.

Some merchants began to call her Lady Generous, while others who didn’t know Aurora before but felt struck by the sight in the sky began to whisper…

The Lady of Stars.

All of them cried for Aurora.

All except one single person, or maybe three after all.

Neila Cerveau watched the sky with nothing but hatred burning inside her blue eyes. At the sight of the sky, she instinctively knew that Aurora was dead, and that news made her heart dance with twisted joy.

But at the same time, she was angry, for she wished her death would be at her hand. And she wished her death would not be so…

“Dazzling, isn’t it?” A voice behind her spoke with an amused tone.

She turned her head and looked at a tall black-skinned man with grey hair and a ragged black robe framing his body, fluttering with the whipping wind. His eyes were deep void-black.

At his side was a young boy, whose whole body was bandaged — looking like a mummy — leaving only his soulless grey eyes.

These were the two beings who found her and saved her from her wounds, stabilizing the origin she inherited inside her.

She looked at them flatly.

The black-skinned man grinned at her eyes, “Not nice to look at us in this way, little girl. We saved you, after all,” he humorously said, his hands on his back.

“Who are you?” Neila finally asked the question she wanted to know, “Why did you save me?”

At her questions, the man smiled, but this time, his smile was edged with a dangerous madness that made Neila’s skin crawl in dread.

She took one unconscious step back.

“Who am I, huh?” The man echoed, “I am many things, little girl. I am the greatest alchemist of Milieu, the centre of Fokay. I am the one they called Forbidden. I am the Forbidden Alchemist.”

Neila took another step back at the sudden authority emitting from the man. It slammed down on her shoulders and threatened to make her kneel.

She gritted her teeth and refused to kneel. She was the last vestige of her love, Solaris. She would not shame his legacy.

“But you can call me Alchemist.” Alchemist’s voice dragged her to the current situation. He now wore an easy-going smile.

He pointed next at the young man beside him, “And you can call this guy Soulless. Don’t mind his silence and hard glance, he is shy. Very shy. But you will get along.”

Neila looked at Soulless, then turned away her head.

Soulless was scary.

“What do you want from me?” Neila asked once more.

“Oh? Don’t you want to have revenge?” Alchemist whispered to Neila’s ear, “I can help you with that, little girl.”

“How?” Neila inquired, undeniably curious.

“I will bring you to Darklore. There, you will have the opportunity to get stronger and create your own faction far away from the monsters here. Your own faction that will die for you and sing your name. Because let me tell you something, little girl.”

His voice turned low and heavy.

“The one you are fighting is not simply the Asterion. Your principal enemy is Prometheus, or rather…”

Alchemist grinned,

“Kaden Warborn, descendant of The Sovereign. Ever heard of that guy? That weapons-collector bastard? Yes, little girl, that bastard’s descendant is as abnormal as him.”

Alchemist stifled a laugh.

“So don’t forget, little girl. Because the young lad is a monster. And after today, an even bigger one.”

Neila was submerged, lost, “Warborn? And I am from Fokay. I can’t enter Darklore. It’s another world entirely.”

“Another world entirely?” Alchemist tilted his head, confused for a moment before understanding dawned upon him, “Ah… that ape actually did it.” He laughed, “Worry not. I have found the legacy dungeon of The Witch.”

“We can use it as a breach to go there.”

Neila opened her mouth to speak again but The Alchemist closed her mouth with a runic spell.

“Enough of questions. Let’s move, little girl. This place reeks too much of gods. And they don’t quite fancy my presence.” He cackled, “Let’s go.”

He swept his arm lazily from up to down, runic symbols appearing in the air glowing faintly with black hue before shrouding the three of them.

They disappeared immediately as if they had never been there.

…

Meanwhile, Kaden was looking at the remains of the Sun Empress, his Will still active in order to let him stay inside the quest a little bit more.

The Empress’s remains were nothing but a flickering white fire that took the shape of a Phoenix.

Kaden rested his crimson stary eyes on Blanche, and the mythical beast unconsciously shivered. She wanted to speak, but decided to remain silent at the sight of Kaden’s eyes.

The man slowly walked toward the flame, his steps unsteady and heavy with exhaustion. Yet he walked, his eyes glowing with quiet determination.

Arriving before the Phoenix, he crouched down and extended his hand toward it, locking his gaze on Blanche’s flaming ones.

Blanche hesitated for a brief second, then resigned herself to her fate, and wrapped around his hand. Next, she entered inside him.

She coursed through his flaming veins and directly went toward his heart, where the Seed of Prometheus was resting peacefully.

She mingled herself with the powerful seed, adding to its splendor and a new mythic weight.

Kaden’s body was immediately shrouded by an intense fire that died down the very moment it erupted.

His heart began to beat loudly, so loudly that his chest rattled because of it.

He coughed, and fire escaped his lips.

[The Seed of Prometheus has taken one step forward.]

[The Seed of Prometheus has now consciousness.]

The notifications paused, then…

[You have killed the Sun Empress and with it the corrupted Celestial Empire.]

[You have burned away the fire of the Sun, leaving only ashes. With those ashes, a new Empire shall be born. One devoid of the wickedness of the previous generation.]

[You have honored the Last Star.]

Again, a pause. Then,

[You have received the full legacy of the White Phoenix. The White Phoenix — Blanche — is now the consciousness of your Seed of Prometheus.]

[You have been glorious, Kaden Warborn.]

[Death coins: 50000 | Stats points: 250.]

The notifications ended there, and Kaden’s heart skipped a beat.

‘Death coins!’ He practically screamed inwardly. In excitement, his steps staggered as he fell.

He minded not.

The only thing he was thinking of was that with these death coins, he could return back in time and save Aurora.

‘I can save Aurora!’ He thought with giddiness befitting of a child.

He was now able to make her death…

Kaden immediately paused, not completing that train of thought. Slowly, his head began to calm down, even though his heart did not.

He lowered his head low, his heart beating with a strange, heavy feeling.

‘Her death… would be meaningless.’ He realized, as he clenched his fists,

‘If I return time, then it would be like I have discarded the sacrifice she did for me, and the dedication, strength it required of her to choose to save me.’

To choose to discard herself for him.

Kaden didn’t want that. He didn’t want to void everything Aurora did for him just because he wanted her alive.

‘But she wanted to live, too.’ Kaden screamed back, mind torn apart, tears swelling inside his eyes.

Aurora wanted to live. She sincerely wished to, and it was only because of his weakness that she died.

But how could he have the heart to return time, and completely erase her sacrifice for him?

It was like spitting on everything she stood for.

It was like spitting on Aurora herself.

Kaden was lost, and The Will was slowly losing patience with him. He would soon be forced to return back.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to choose.

“I-I don’t kn—!”

Tink—! Tink—! Tink—!

Kaden’s thoughts halted at the sudden sound. He mechanically lowered his head even further, brushing away the tears blurring his eyes, and saw before him a coin.

A golden coin.

The same coin Lady Sora gave him when he told her he was facing a dilemma.

‘When you are not sure about a decision, flip a coin. Because while it’s in the air, you’ll realize which option you were hoping for.’

That one option you truly want.

The words of Lady Sora rang inside his mind sharply, bringing clarity into his thoughts for a moment.

He stared at the golden coin intensely, then slowly took it in his hand.

He felt the cold touch and the weight of the coin against his skin. Weirdly, it was heavy for a coin.

He cracked a smile.

“Reditha…” he called his companion.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I am being used, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

His smile turned crooked.

“Fine.”

He flipped the coin.

—End of Chapter 351—