"The fifth is 'Frost', freezing endless lands, moments lingering"

"The sixth is 'Fate', life and death, cycling without trace"

"There are also 'Fierce', 'Awakening', 'Foundation', 'Thousand', 'Binding', and 'Devouring'"

As the narrator's voice continued, these weapons appeared one by one in the scene. Some were like giant swords, majestic and overwhelming; others resembled flying arrows, sharp and swift; and some were like staffs, mysterious and unfathomable.

Each weapon exuded a unique aura, making one feel the immense power contained within. These weapons of various shapes not only looked formidable but also revealed a heart-pounding deterrence, as if a mere swing by the wielder could trigger a world-ending disaster.

[Sampo: Each weapon's characteristics are so powerful. Mere external objects actually have abilities surpassing ordinary Path Walkers. Old Sampo's eyes have truly been opened.]

[March 7th: Wait a minute! Sampo, aren't you a local from Belobog? Why have your words always given me the impression of an interstellar person?]

Stella suddenly remembered that when she first met Sampo, this person even said that the Silvermane Guards were just police.

[Stella: Yeah, what's your real identity?]

[Sampo: Alright, I... I admit I've been hiding something, but it's all to protect myself and my family! Yes, yes, you know, there are many dangerous forces and figures in this world. If I easily exposed my true identity, it might bring trouble to me and my family.]

The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, as if it were all true.

[Sparkle: Hahahahaha.]

In the scene, pairs of hands raised these weapons high, standing shoulder to shoulder, proclaiming to the world that victory was in sight! At this moment, the narrator's tone became increasingly joyful and passionate, the emotions increasingly inspiring.

"With these twelve divine blades, we hold the hope for tomorrow in our hands, reaping victory after victory"

"Until..."

However, at this moment, a deep and powerful male voice resonated throughout the scene, interrupting her words: "They were all broken."

In an instant, all the weapons in the scene shattered, turning into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

At the same time, terrifying black hands suddenly reached out from the void, like demons from hell, pouncing on those warriors holding the blades and mercilessly dragging them into the bottomless abyss.

[Sushang: Hiss... What a terrifying feeling.]

[Sparkle: Poor planet, devoured by endless nothingness.]

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In a flash, everything fell into dead silence, as if time had frozen.

Then, the male voice spoke again: "The price of each victory is the entirety of the human world"

"And in the end, this 'entirety' is also completely lost"

At this moment, the scene was filled only with black rain falling from the sky, and Acheron lying quietly in the rain.

"The land of Izumo broke twelve swords, finally forging two world-bearing divine blades"

"The first is Beginning"

She slowly stood up from the rain, her gaze resolute as she stared ahead, then tightly gripped the long sword on the ground, as if it were everything in her life.

"The second is End."

And standing before her was none other than the towering black mountain that had appeared earlier! No, to be precise, it should be called the Divine Blade of the End.

"The world forged 74,047 swords"

"Only one can save Izumo"

"But you and I have long known that the path of salvation does not exist, and tomorrow leaves no traces."

Acheron tightly gripped the Origin in her hand, struggling fiercely with the black mist. Each swing of her weapon would disperse a large patch of black mist like smoke; however, the black mist surged forward like an endless tide, and countless grotesque monsters formed from the black mist pounced towards her with bared fangs and claws.

"Humans rebelling against the gods ultimately turn themselves into demons"

"We staked everything, only to exchange for the destruction of two worlds"

Suddenly, a blazing flame shot out from the tip of her sword, unstoppable, like a meteor streaking across the sky, instantly breaking through the layers of black mist surrounding her. Then, this flame headed straight for the towering mountain nearby. At the same time, Acheron's figure swept past like a gust of wind, her long sword directly piercing through the black mountain!

[Sushang: Wow, this weapon is so powerful.]

[Aventurine: It seems this is a planet that hasn't made contact with interstellar society. I just wonder how Miss Acheron embarked on her Path.]

In an instant, there was a crisp sound—the long sword shattered, breaking into two!

"That high plain where the gods fell, was it once as beautiful as Izumo long ago?"

"So, do you remember why Izumo forged the sword?"

That deep male voice gradually faded away with the destruction of the mountain and the long sword, but Acheron's voice rang out again, filled with endless sorrow and determination.

At this moment, Acheron in the scene was kneeling on both knees, looking up at the sky, surrounded by countless broken swords and damaged weapons.

In the sky, a black sun was ceaselessly devouring everything around it.

[Jing Yuan: Nihility?]

[Fu Xuan: It must be. No wonder her power manifestation is so strange, no wonder she doesn't consider herself an Emanator despite having an Emanator's power.]

[Sunday: You've hidden it quite deep, Lady Acheron.]

[Acheron: But if it wasn't for concealing my identity, the family might not have agreed to let me enter Penacony.]

[Goethe Wood: Indeed, the family embraces all, but this does not include self-destructors of Nihility.]

"For a lie, an endpoint that never existed."

Her voice was full of grief and despair, as if narrating an unknown tragic past.

"We have long stepped into His shadow, and with each step forward, we can never turn back."

She tightly gripped the broken sword in her hand, crimson tears sliding down her pale cheeks, falling drop by drop onto the blade. Surprisingly, these tears seemed to possess a magical power, crystallizing into a new and sharp sword tip the moment they touched the blade.

"Until that final blade was forged... into nothingness"

The young woman murmured softly, her voice revealing endless sorrow and determination. Her originally purple hair had somehow turned snow-white. She slowly raised the long sword glowing with red light, swung it forcefully, and a dazzling sword light shot straight into the sky like lightning, disappearing into the darkness of the vast horizon.

"I know this world is as fleeting as dew..." The young woman's gaze fixed on the distance, her eyes full of感慨 about the impermanence of the world.

"However..."

"However..." she repeated, her voice seemingly filled with countless unspeakable sorrows.

[Thousand Star Chronicles - Ethereal Tales: Three Thousand Floating Worlds Cut by One Blade, End]