Kallen leaned back in the rocking chair, quietly falling into a dream.

"Can I finally go home?"

Feeling the River of Time begin to surround her, pushing her away from this era, she finally relaxed with a sigh.

The light of the Red Moon gradually dimmed.

A sense of peace arose within her.

She ultimately does not belong to this era.

Her family is waiting for her future return, how could she possibly stop here.

As the River of Time gently washed over her body, she felt as if she was about to detach from this world.

Meanwhile.

In the Shadow Plane, the image of the Red Moon that symbolized her Source of Power gradually dimmed.

That was Kallen reclaiming her original power, returning to her peak state.

But in the next moment, a wave of anxiety came over her.

Heaven suddenly thundered passionately.

She saw, as she regained her power and the Red Moon disappeared in that instant.

A twisted thunderbolt from the Star Realm came forth, piercing through the heavens and slammed in the direction of The Stars.

At that moment, her mind went blank.

A torrent of thunder fell.

She heard the sound of the Blood Angel's rank shattering.

Drop by drop of bloody rain fell.

From within the void came a furious roar.

In an instant, the Red Moon forcibly broke free from the River of Time.

She tore away her Divine Essence and hurled it directly at the thunderbolt.

The crimson moon embedded itself among The Stars, cutting off that fierce and destructive lightning.

But… her True God Uniqueness was thus ripped into two pieces.

The pain of her body's essence being torn asunder made her feel like her brain was shutting down.

She looked down at her shattered True God Uniqueness and mocked herself with a smile:

"Why bother when salvation is impossible?"

Was it because she still held onto a sliver of hope, a hope for… a future reunion?

The moment that thunderbolt descended, she realized many things.

[So this is the reason, Father, you sent me to this era]

Although she didn't quite understand what had happened behind the scenes.

But… there was one thing she understood.

Because her Divine Kingdom was embedded in The Stars, and she herself possessed ranks related to the Blood Race and Half-blood.

All high-dimensional entities wishing to act against the Blood Race must first pass through her.

But… as she was about to leave this timeline, those Blood Race, originally set for retribution, instantly lost their protection.

[So, is there a World Group looking to target the Blood Race?]

She watched as part of the True God Uniqueness embedded in the world faded along with the Divine Essence she discarded.

The River of Time continued to pull her body, detaching from the world she was in.

She looked sadly towards the direction where the presence faded, mocking:

"So this is what they call retrocausality, isn't it?"

It's not because she returned to this timeline that she could mend the True God Uniqueness.

Quite the opposite.

She tore away her own True God Uniqueness, embedding it in this era, which laid the foundation for her future True God Uniqueness.

Time River, it's quite magical, isn't it?

She gazed into the distance.

An impressively tall figure appeared before her.

"Are you… the one from the Golden Land?"

"Yes, Princess of the Red Moon, leave quickly."

The King of Demons turned his head towards the direction where the thunderbolt had fallen, speaking solemnly:

"Your mission is complete, those you care for… will reunite with you in the future."

"Future… reunion?"

"In the vessel of Glory, there's still an empty spot left, you know who's supposed to fill it."

Kallen suddenly raised her head.

At that moment, as if obscurities were lifted, a complex expression appeared in her eyes.

So that's it.

It really is so.

Father, was this part of your plan too?

However…

"Occasionally this isn't bad."

Her figure gradually dissipated.

"But if we meet again in the future, what will it be like?"

Her form completely vanished.

And it was at this moment.

The remaining Blood Race of Ensar across the land raised their heads in surprise towards the sky.

They… felt the protection of the Blood Angel's rank.

...

Location: In the Blood Pool of the Underground City

Storm Hero Max looked at the Heroic Greatsword tainted by the Demon King's Power, and said softly:

"Kai, your daughter ultimately chose this path, thus the afterglow of the Red Moon will shield this generation of Blood Race until your time arrives.

In this way, I too can… take this shattered body and rest in peace."

History and the future, at this moment, formed a closed loop.

In the sky appeared a blood-colored constellation.

Between those stars, if one were to connect them, they would find that the shape appeared to resemble an arm guard.

Just like… the Red Moon's Cage Hand.

The ruler of the Underground City, Demon King Helmer stood before Max and said:

"Are you finally surrendering to become my thrall?"

At this time Helmer was unaware of the events occurring outside.

For some reason, seeing the smile on Max's face, an uneasiness suddenly gripped him.

A shadow involuntarily loomed over his heart.

This year, after relentless torment by the Demon King, Storm Hero Max's corpse was refined by Demon King Helmer.

Storm Demon King was born into the world.

In the final silence of his soul, Max recalled scenes from many years past.

That was when he first embarked on the expedition against the Maze, with several young Ensar strongmen following behind him.

The strongest priest of the new generation, Jean, was adjusting the divine art effects with his staff.

The strongest under the legend of the Church of Glory, Paladin Aine, was smearing holy oil on his greatsword.

Martial Monk Grave was inhaling and exhaling facing the morning sun, with energy coiling around him like a dormant volcano.

In the corner of the shadows, Wanderer Heisen Bansha, one foot into legend, was inspecting his hidden weapons.

Flowing with elf blood, Lumi Meifei, who had already obtained the Divine Archer's Certificate, stared blankly into the distance, lost in thought.

Diana, the self-proclaimed Celestial Destiny Mage, held the scepter bestowed by the royal family, standing beside her, with mischievous eyes full of a playful desire to tease her friend.

That year.

Ensar sought out a group of people most likely to have potential below the level of Legend.

Facing an Underground City with a world barrier that forbade the entry of any Legend and above, this squad, chosen by Ensar, was the strongest team possible.

They would venture into the Underground City to challenge the strongest Demon King in history.

And... sacrificing themselves to buy time for Ensar's Black Emperor to mature.

At that time, he said:

"This day... has finally arrived. Aren't you afraid, knowing that you will die?"

Everyone exchanged smiles.

"Stop the nonsense, Max, let's move forward."

The annals recorded later.

Storm Hero Max, along with his Hero Squad, still fought bravely against the Demon King infused with endless power by the Abyssal Four Gods, leaving an indelible scar on him.

Subsequently, Storm Hero Max, along with Priest Jean, Paladin Aine, and Martial Monk Grave, eternally rested in the Underground City.

Once a prodigious Wanderer, Heisen Bansha, never managed to break through to become a Legend until his death.

Celestial Destiny Mage Diana later became the emperor's wife.

She and the emperor's daughter would later become the wife of that strongest person, once the Armored Hero, later the King of Redemption.

And Divine Archer Lumi retired from the martial world, caring for Diana's daughter until she came of age.

Of course, that is another story.

A story that started from the gallows.

...

And at this moment.

Inside a small house.

Annie sat beside Chloe, looking at the weak and gasping Loye, calmly saying:

"Humans really do... wither away in the blink of an eye."

Loye said with a cheeky smile:

"I told you before, I couldn't accompany you for a long time."

Annie's lips curved slightly upward as she said:

"You're right, so I said back then that spending time with you was to pass the time, at least I enjoyed myself during this period.

After you're gone, my life can be a bit quieter"

She tried hard to recall the path she took to arrive here.

The memories from the initial decades when her curiosity peaked were not clear.

Only the memories between the two of them grew clearer.

The first time they settled down.

He said:

"I made dinner!"

...

The first time someone made her breakfast.

He said:

"Morning. I just made breakfast, come and eat."

...

The first time she began to look forward to traveling.

He said:

"Morning, oh yes, you said you wanted to travel before, let's do it together."

...

The first time watching the sea together, the scenery was beautiful that day.

He said:

"Morning, witch, don't stay in bed, didn't you say you wanted to go to the sea?"

...

The first time feeling envy.

He said:

"I'm back, today we'll try something new..."

...

Realizing someone was waiting for her at home.

He said:

"You're back. Come eat, your witch tea parties just have tea and snacks, you still need some substantial food to fill up."

...

And those strange promises:

"Eat a bit more, it's okay, we'll both gain weight together."

...

Those repeated greetings.

"Well then, goodnight."

...

Discovering a seductress trying to cling to her possession.

He said:

"I'll reject them."

...

After that painful and tangled night.

He said:

"Good, good morning."

...

When she was too pained to speak to him, after her anger subsided, he said:

"It's really... great, you're finally speaking."

...

Scenes of memories echoed in Annie's heart.

Unconsciously, tears started streaming down her face.

She hugged him, sobbing loudly.

"Why are you so fragile, don't leave me alone! Aren't you the Filthy Sun Demon Monarch? Show some dignity of the strongest!"

Chloe looked at the crying Annie, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears.

Annie's nose twitched, unwillingly saying:

"Don't show a look of 'having seen something good, being satisfied' just before dying! You guy, wake up!"

"Annie, in my hometown, there's a saying."

Chloe, rubbing her head, said:

"Actually, farewells aren't so terrifying.

65 thousand hours later, when we oxidize into the wind, we'll become two adjacent bubbles on the same glass of beer, become two specks of dust nestled under the same streetlamp.

Atoms in the universe won't vanish, and we, too, will ultimately be together."

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