“Astrea… the favour I asked of you—it wasn’t much.
Just bring me a relic from Solon.
The Star of Oblivion
When I call for you, teleport in front of me and hand it to me.”
That was the favour Arlen had asked.
And Astrea—proud as a warrior, gentle at heart—would never go back on her word.
So when she came…
the truth finally revealed itself.
She had been used.
Bringing the relic was only a secondary role.
Her real purpose—
was to kill her own brother.
She had known Chronos had to die.
She had accepted that truth long ago.
But knowing something…
and witnessing it with her own eyes—
were two very different things.
Arlen’s blade pierced through both of them.
Chronos tried to cling to the last fragment of his divinity, forcing time itself to rewind—but the Anchor of Causality
His shattered core could not be undone.
The god of time died.
Astrea collapsed beside her twin, her knees giving out as the lifeless body of Chronos lay before her.
Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes.
The Domain of Time
“…Was this… really the only way?”
Her voice trembled as her breath grew shallow.
Arlen knelt and held her hand.
“This was the only way,” he said calmly.
“Because I wanted you dead too.”
The words struck harder than any blade.
Astrea looked up at him.
And in his eyes—
she saw it.
Not hatred.
Not hesitation.
Acceptance.
Complete and irreversible.
“…Go ahead,” he whispered.
“Hate me… with everything you have.”
Lysander’s quill manifested in Arlen’s hand.
He gently placed it into hers.
“Take it,” he said.
“Give me all your hatred.
All your ugliness.
Everything you can’t carry anymore.”
“And die… alongside your forbidden lover.”
Her eyes widens. “So…you knew.”
“You look just like Cornea. So I just had a hunch.”
Astrea’s fingers tightened around the quill, as her eyes slowly closed.
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And with one final, broken breath—
the goddess of space closed her eyes forever.
Arlen stood up.
Behind him lay two corpses.
Two gods.
Two tragedies bound by time and space.
Ahead of him—
only war.
At that very moment, Cornea rushed in.
Relief surged through her when she saw the Domain of Time
The endless ticking—gone.
The throne—shattered.
Her thoughts spiralled uncontrollably.
For the first time in a long while, her heart loosened.
Then she saw him.
Arlen stood over Astrea’s lifeless body—
and slowly, deliberately, licked the blood from her corpse
Not grief.
Not hesitation.
Hunger.
Hunger for another relic.
Her breath caught.
The world froze.
Astrea—
the last person who still remembered Lysander as more than a name.
The last connection Cornea had to her father’s past.
Gone.
“Arlen… what have you—”
The scream never left her throat.
Because before she could even process that despair—
something worse replaced it.
Arlen reached down and picked up the relic Astrea had brought.
The Star of Oblivion
A relic created not for battle—but for annihilation
It devoured energy from its surroundings and converted it into catastrophic destruction.
And right now—
A war was raging.
Divine and demonic energy was everywhere.
He raised it high.
“Destroy everything in the battlefield.”
The relic answered.
Light swallowed heaven.
Not divine light.
Not judgment.
Oblivion.
Gods.
Angels.
Demons locked in combat.
All of them—
erased in a single, overwhelming explosion.
No screams reached the end.
No prayers mattered.
Heaven was reduced to ash.
When the light faded, only three figures remained standing.
Arlen.
Aura.
And Cornea.
The battlefield was gone.
The war—ended.
But something far worse had begun.
It clicked.
Everything.
Aura finally understood why Arlen had ordered her and Cornea not to fight
So they could survive the blast.
So they could witness it
Cornea slowly turned around.
Where the demonic army once stood—
where the warriors of the underworld had roared in defiance—
there was nothing.
No bodies.
No cries.
No remnants.
The very people her father had sworn to protect.
The ones had sworn to protect.
The freedom she had bled for—
All gone.
That moment marked the end of both heaven and the underworld
Cornea collapsed to her knees.
The queen was gone.
The eruption’s lingering heat was so intense it vaporized her tears the instant they formed
Still—
even then—
she tried to look at Arlen.
Still tried to trust him.
Still tried to believe her eyes were lying.
But what she saw only carved the despair deeper.
“A-Arlen…”
Her voice cracked, hollow and weak.
“Where… where are you pointing your blade?”
Arlen stood before her.
Soul Eater
At the queen who gave him strength.
The queen who shared her blood with him.
The queen who pulled him out of despair and loved him.
“Cornea,” Arlen said calmly, walking closer, the blade unwavering.
“I am betraying you.”
That was enough.
That single sentence shattered her.
The demon queen of the Hollow Court—defeated not by force, but by words.
Her core didn’t crack.
It collapsed
Those cold eyes—eyes she once trusted more than her own—
drained the life from her gaze.
She couldn’t move.
Couldn’t scream.
Couldn’t fight.
She just sat there, like a broken doll, watching Arlen approach her with the clear intent to kill.
The triple layered despair
Then—
Clang.
Soul Eater was stopped mid-swing.
A familiar scent filled the air.
Sweet.
Gentle.
Pollen.
Aura stepped between them, her blade intercepting his.
“I never thought we’d be fighting so soon,” she said softly.
She looked at him—not with hatred, not with fear—but with quiet sorrow.
“Are you sure, sweet boy…
this is the path you want to choose?”
Arlen didn’t answer.
Aura sighed.
Seeing Cornea unmoving—broken beyond standing—she straightened.
“Then I suppose it’s decided.”
Her wings flared.
“Since the queen is too shattered to rise… I will take her place.”
She turned her blade fully toward Arlen.
“And as the new Queen of the Hollow Court
this will be my final mission.”
Her voice hardened, steady and absolute.
“As long as I live, your blade won’t reach Cornea.”
