Just as Taros thought everything was going smoothly and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, He discovered a terrifying fact—His soul form, which had reached into the cube, could no longer be pulled out!
No matter how hard He struggled, that part of His soul was locked tight like it was held by invisible shackles, firmly stuck to the surface of the cube, unable to move.
“Hehe~ So a little snake who doesn't know its place has slithered in! Since you’re here, why don't you stay and be my guest?”
An ethereal and light female voice suddenly rang out in the void. It sounded like heavenly music, yet it carried an unquestionable authority that pierced directly through Taros’s eardrums.
“Who... who are you... No! What kind of thing are you?!” Taros looked around in terror, screaming at the top of His lungs in an attempt to use His voice to mask the fear in His heart.
“You little snake, watch your mouth! What do you mean, ‘thing’? This young lady is not a ‘thing’! Ptooey... no, that’s not right! I almost let you trip me up!”
The woman’s voice carried a hint of displeasure. Then, the figure of a woman dressed in green clothes leaped out from the cube like a phantom, landing lightly beside Taros.
Her face was delicate, her eyes sparkled with the light of wisdom and cunning, and a trace of a disdainful smile hung at the corners of her mouth.
“How did you... Let me go! You lowly human! Do you have any idea... who I am? I am...”
Before Taros could finish His sentence, the woman lightly waved her hand. That massive mouth full of fangs was instantly sealed, and He could only let out muffled groans.
“Enough, enough. I’ve heard your talk so much my ears have grown callouses; there’s no need to introduce yourself. I’ve been watching the show here for quite a while! I thought you might say something fresh, but it turns out it’s just the same old routine.”
Moen looked at the struggling Taros with a lack of interest and pouted.
She scrutinized the Taros who was struggling in vain, shook her head, and sighed. “Sigh, if you were at your peak, I might truly have no way to deal with you. But now, with only this bit of remnant soul, you dared to barge in. It really was an unwise choice.”
“Alright, no more nonsense. Since you dared to target my Little Star, don't blame this mother for being unkind!”
After saying this, Moen gracefully extended her slender hand and lightly patted the void. The flowing starry sky within the blue cube suddenly burst with light, directly enveloping Taros.
In just a few breaths, the soul form of Taros, the Ancient God of Darkness, was decomposed completely by the starlight surging from the cube, leaving not a single trace behind.
“Mhm, it feels great to clean up the trash. Oh, right... since this guy managed to break in just now, does that mean I can also go out and take a look?”
Having completed this series of actions, Moen clapped her hands in satisfaction and prepared to return to the cube.
But before she went in, she looked back at the spot where Taros had appeared, and an excited light shone in her eyes.
She quickly arrived at the spot where Taros had broken in. At the edge of the consciousness world, there was still a large hole that hadn't closed, though the opening was slowly shrinking.
“Just going out for a little while... it shouldn't be a big deal, right? If I miss this time, I might never have another chance!”
Moen looked at the shrinking hole, her delicate brows furrowed as she seemed to be engaged in a fierce internal struggle. However, in the end, she couldn't resist and stepped into the hole.
The underground space, as black as midnight, was illuminated by a sudden, magnificent blue light. It was as if a small blue sun had risen there, shining brilliantly.
Moen looked around, clicking her tongue at the mess before her. Then, her gaze fell upon Starlight’s waist.
“It seems these little ones really made quite an exaggerated scene. But in terms of battle results, I suppose it’s not too bad? Also, how long do you plan on playing dead?”
Hearing her slightly teasing voice, Noah let out a sigh and lightly drifted up from Starlight’s waist, flipping open his pages. He looked at Moen with his face made of paper.
“Moen... long time no see. How did you get out?”
Moen didn't respond directly to his question. She simply raised an eyebrow and followed up with a question of her own:
“So, what should I call you now? Carlos? Or Noah?”
“Call me whatever you want... those names don't really matter to you, do they? Also, answer my question. Is it really okay for you to appear here like this?”
Noah shook his pages in the air, acting as if he didn't care, but his gaze remained fixed on Moen’s blue-glowing phantom.
“Sigh... you’re still the same. This is supposed to be a meeting between old friends who haven't seen each other in a long time. Ever since that incident, you...” Moen sighed softly, appearing somewhat disappointed.
“Enough... let’s stop talking about the past. I assume you didn't come out just to catch up with me?” Noah interrupted her, continuing in a calm voice.
“Fine! I give up~ I admit it’s not quite appropriate for me to run out like this, but as long as you don't tell anyone, it’ll be fine. Mhm... it should be fine!”
“Should be? Do you have any idea what the consequences could be...”
“Stop, stop, stop! Don't you dare lecture me in that elder tone. I know much more about fate than you do. Setting aside whether such a small thing will affect the flow of destiny, perhaps this is a fated part of it?”
Moen suddenly looked up at the ceiling, which had begun to collapse, and said something seemingly out of nowhere.
“If I didn't come out... Little Star and the others would be buried alive here. Don't tell me you can take them all out in your current state?”
Faced with this counter-question, Noah fell into a brief silence, seemingly conceding Moen’s point as he floated quietly in mid-air.
“Besides, Little Star is Arthur’s and my son~ Plus, I quite like the other three little ones. Let’s just call this helping them once!”
Moen’s words carried both tenderness and determination. Then, she lightly waved her hands, and a azure barrier instantly enveloped everyone, shielding them from the stones pouring down from above.
Next, she pointed toward the ceiling. A dazzling blue light shot from her fingertip, piercing straight through the tomb—which was over a hundred meters deep—and cutting through the night sky of District One. A large hole several meters in diameter appeared above her head.
“Wait, Moen! If you do this... you might never be able to return!”
Seeing her actions, Noah finally spoke, his usually calm voice carrying a trace of a tremor.
As the light gradually faded, Moen slowly lowered her raised arm and gave Noah a reassuring smile.
“It’s fine, it’s no big deal. I don't have any regrets now. After all, I’ve already seen Little Star just now, even though he probably won't remember it.”
As she spoke, Moen’s body became increasingly ethereal. However, she didn't seem to mind. She walked calmly to Noah’s side and spoke softly to him.
“That so-called Ancient God of Darkness has been taken care of by me. As for the essence He left behind, it’s good stuff. It’ll be up to you, as his master, to teach Little Star how to use it~ Remember not to tell him about me!”
“Oh dear, time flies. It’s time to say goodbye to you all. Hmm... thinking carefully, there really is a regret! I won't get to see Little Star’s children~”
“Hahaha... just kidding~ Goodbye, Carlos! It was quite nice to see you...”
Moen’s laughter was as crisp as silver bells. As the laughter faded, her figure finally vanished into the depths of the tomb, leaving only a faint blue glow behind.
Noah floated quietly in mid-air, staring at the place where she had vanished. It wasn't until a long time later that he slowly closed his pages and returned to Starlight’s side as if nothing had ever happened.
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