"You look... so pitiful."
Suddenly, a voice was heard. Vexarion turned, and the moment he saw the woman standing behind him, his eyes widened in shock.
Sharnoth Nocthys.
The woman who had disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.
The woman who... he was supposed to face in just a few hours!
W-What... what was she doing here!? No—How—How did she get here!? How come he did not notice!? Why didn’t the Aurendor’s Will alert him!? A-And... what if that Light Born saw her here!? What would he think? Would he think that he was planning to betray them!?
Vexarion’s face paled when he thought about that possibility—yes, he did not have a good impression of the Light Born; he felt like he was being suppressed—used even.
But even then—this did not mean the Aurendor Progenitor had any plans to betray the Supreme World of Light.
No man in his right mind would even think about this!
And no matter what, Vexarion did not want Auren to get the wrong idea and quickly started thinking of different things he would say to explain himself—the last thing he wanted was to let the Light Born read his mind.
After all, the thoughts he had throughout the time he was here... he did not wish to reveal them.
No matter what, he needed to make sure Auren did not misunderstand him!
While the Aurendor Progenitor thought about all this, Sharnoth, seated at the throne Auren had just left, stared at him, her crimson eyes flickering as she looked at the pathetic mess he had become from above.
"It is so disappointing to see you like this. I wanted you to always shine brighter than anyone else—"
She commented casually, placing her chin on her palm as her elbow rested on the throne’s armrest.
Then, the crimson glow in her eyes turned darker and—
"So I could crush that light myself."
Vexarion, of course, did not care about her words.
"W-What are you doing here...?"
He asked, then, he purposefully raised his voice and—
"Sharnoth Nocthys!"
He called out, making sure Auren heard him.
"You dare appear in front of me so casually!? You must be tired of your lif—"
"Stop.
It’s embarrassing to watch."
Sharnoth interrupted with a cold look on her face.
To think...
To think this was the man she regarded as her lifelong enemy—an enemy she wanted to get rid of at all costs.
An enemy that... she was prepared to lose her life for if it meant she could get rid of him.
And now...
Now when he was finally standing in front of her with such a pathetic look on his face—
She was... truly disappointed.
But even then—
She continued.
After all, her years-long hatred... it wouldn’t be resolved with just her disappointment.
This was nothing, this was merely the beginning. Vexarion Aurendor... Sharnoth was planning to take everything he cherished and destroy it all right in front of his eyes.
She...
She would get her revenge.
"He cannot hear you anyway."
She sighed in a carefree manner.
"Wha..."
Vexarion frowned, not understanding what the woman meant, but then—his expression changed as four more beings appeared in the hall, surrounding him from all directions—one of whom he recognized in an instant.
"Kaelith..."
He called out, his expression becoming grimmer as he saw his long-time ally.
Kaelith Dalestomb, the Progenitor of Dalestomb, another High-Level World that was part of the Light Faction—the world that had... disappeared a few hours ago.
A complicated look appeared on Vexarion’s face when he thought about it.
"What are you doing here...?"
He asked, his hands shaking ever so slightly as Kaelith stared at him with no change in his expression, almost as if... he were a puppet.
Kaelith had a tall, slender body wrapped in seamless robes that shimmered like glass when light passed through. His skin constantly faded between transparency and solidity, as if he was phasing in and out of the plane. His face was hidden behind a mask of silver mirrors, reflecting the observer’s image rather than his own. No one, not even Vexarion, knew if he even had a face anymore. Nine shards of golden crystal orbited over his head—each shard glowing with a faint, sealed rune.
"Why do you look so nervous?"
Suddenly, Sharnoth asked a question.
Vexarion frowned; he turned towards the Chaos Heir, and the woman continued—
"Aren’t you two friends? Shouldn’t you be happy that you get to meet your oldest friend?"
"I do not understand what you mean."
Vexarion answered in an instant, denying everything.
Sharnoth, however, just pouted—
"Come on now, don’t say that.
Your friend here will feel bad, you know?
How can you be so cruel and heartless when you two have such a long history of..."
Sharnoth’s face then changed, becoming colder—
"...cowardice you two shared."
She completed her sentence, her crimson eyes now seemed devoid of any emotion.
"I... What are you talking about...?"
Vexarion shook his head again, still not admitting anything, and Sharnoth didn’t try to push him either—
"Are you saying this doesn’t bring back memories?"
She asked.
"What memories?"
Again, the Aurendor Progenitor feigned ignorance.
"Memories of your lot allying with each other and isolating my Father."



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