Noah could make themselves unseen, true, and yet the intuitions of powerful beings were sharp enough to tingle when things were scenting quite nasty.

Especially those standing near the top of the universe's power, and even more specifically the True Children of the Progenitors.

Those beings had something unique about them, something inherited directly from their parents, but at the same time…something they were born with entirely on their own.

So it was without any surprise when, high above in her own hidden realm, Idalia Marigold of LightTorcheur sensed something wrong. And it was even less surprising when she felt the golden nail she had inserted into that bastard girl being spotted and then hidden across numerous realities.

"Who?" Idalia rumbled through her nose, her voice one of apocalyptic horror, causing the golden sun she sat upon to shiver violently.

The sight was one of wonder. It was a realm where nothing existed except golden, searing flames. There was no sky, no ground, no concept of up, down, left, or right.

There was also no concept of space or time…everything was devoured by the golden flames, making them the only existing thing.

And they flickered sporadically with deep hunger. All these searing lights came from a colossal golden sun — at least a million times bigger than the sun of Earth — where a woman sat calmly.

Her beauty was incandescent.

She wore little to no clothing, only some flaming strips covering her breasts and her private parts. All the rest was left bare to whoever could withstand looking. She was insufferably tall, standing at least 12ft, her body toned and carved with well-defined muscles.

Her golden hair was knotted into heavy locks falling over her beautiful face. Her eyes were the same color, shaped like triangles with miniature suns lodged in their centers. Her skin was split between golden and white, showing her vitiligo nature.

Her beauty and body were of unique proportions, yet the look in her eyes would stop anyone from admiring her for too long.

She was staring at her right hand, the index finger missing a golden nail compared to the others. That finger was shaking, proving to her that indeed something was happening to that bastard.

She growled under her breath once more, causing the realm to shake, then with a howl of deep, seething anger,

"SOLEIL BLOODY OCTAVE! GET THE FUCK HERE!!!!"

Outside her realm, nearby stars burst into fireworks, illuminating the void in a colorful blaze, while far away, in his own realm, Soleil heard the furious calling of his mother.

And instantly…

"Ah, by Kilius's mercy!" he cursed, his mind shaking, his own bloodline screaming at him from the simple sound of his mother's shout.

"Rue goddamn it! I knew this motherfucker was useless!" he cursed again, getting up from his chair to meet his mother, already knowing his adopted little brother had failed.

"Ah…how—!"

"SOLEIL BLOODY OCTAVE!!!!"

His words were cut short by his mother's enraged bellow once more. His ears were bleeding golden blood. He grumbled under his breath, wiped the blood, and disappeared from his realm, already readying himself for a beating.

'I will kill you, Rue. I swear!'

…

While a mother and son were about to meet in searing clashes of frustration, the origin of that event was calmly watching a rather strange scene.

Inside Elizabeth's soul space, painted in blinding white, two beings faced each other.

One was undoubtedly Elizabeth, now in her Elysiari transformation, her horns and wings unfolding behind her. She stood there with a graceful presence, watching the woman in front of her.

The woman had golden skin, wearing a white empress robe that went past her knees, sleeved and regal. Her hair was golden and cut extremely short, in a near buzz-cut style. Her eyes were also golden, shaped like inverted triangles, her face golden with spots of white.

She was vitiligo.

She was not standing, but seated like an empress on a throne made of condensed light.

Noah, hidden from their sight, wondered briefly how she could use her own power this easily, before his attention returned fully to the unfolding conversation.

"So," the woman — Appolonia Sybilla of BrightSky — started, "this is what my reincarnation looks like?"

Her voice was thick with arrogance as she examined Elizabeth's form curiously. Using the small fragments of memory she managed to glimpse before their separation, she already understood what her other self had become…

"An Elysiari…" she whispered, her legs crossed elegantly atop each other, "a new race. One where your husband is the progenitor? Oh…"

She stifled a laugh.

"I was the granddaughter of a progenitor, and now I am the wife of one." Her mouth twisted into a cold smile. "Don't you find it curious, Elizabeth? Why don't you use your meager divination power to guess the reason behind it?"

Her words were sharp and provocative, yet no response greeted them.

Elizabeth simply looked at her with cold, steady eyes. Then slowly,

"Who am I?"

Appolonia smiled, finding the question foolish. She raised her head toward the white sky of the soul realm, then shook it disdainfully.

"Are you a fool?" she hissed.

"You are Elizabeth Lightcross Vaelgrim. You are Appolonia Sybilla of BrightSky. You are I. I am you."

She lowered her head again and stared deep into Elizabeth's blank eyes.

"Wasn't it obvious? Or did I become someone who entertains useless talk?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

"But I have neither the will nor the time to waste on pointless questions. So hear me well, Elizabeth, for I will not repeat myself."

Instantly, her calm demeanor was shed like unwanted clothes. Her golden inverted-pyramid eyes glowed with madness and anger so pure, so unfettered that the soul space itself trembled, the white of the surroundings being drained away completely, plunging the realm into darkness.

"You — no, we — have things to achieve," she grated. "You have been told the truth by that bitch Justicia and by your husband. And with that, you know now who you are, and what has been done to us."

"We are being waited for, Elizabeth."

"By who?" Elizabeth retorted.

"Our father," Appolonia hissed, her patience crumbling, "and our people who still fight for us, who still bleed for us, who still wait for us to liberate them from that gorydamn bitch of a aunt and her bloody son. We need to go back to the Divine Realm of the Celestial."

She grabbed the arms of her throne tightly, making it creak under her overwhelming strength.

"The time I spent sleeping eludes me, yet I have no doubt it has been far beyond our understanding. But all I know is that our enemies have slept without fearing a dagger on their necks all this time."

She gritted her teeth and leaned forward, her mesmerizing golden-white vitiligo face a sight to behold in her fury.

"That," she growled, "we shall no longer allow. We will destroy them and plunge them into darkness. And we need to be one, and only one, for that, Elizabeth."

Slowly, she finally stopped, yet her words echoed like living things through the collapsing white darkness.

Noah, hidden from all, watched the reaction of his wife with profound curiosity.

Elizabeth had listened to Appolonia's words, yet she found herself drought of any feeling of anger or vengeance for this so-called betrayal the woman was shouting for.

She knew it was because she hadn't fused yet with Appolonia as someone,most probably Noah, had separated them before it happened.

Elizabeth could already guess the reason behind such an action. And not only her, even Appolonia did. And the latter found herself holding a quiet respect for this man called Noah, amidst all her anger and disdain for any man other than her father.

But that was the problem. Elizabeth was not sure if she wanted to bear the burden of vengeance in her heart. She didn't think she was ready to become like…

Slowly, she focused her eyes on Appolonia and saw that the anger she displayed was only surface level.

Her feelings were far deeper, far darker, than what she allowed the world to see.

Appolonia would die for her vengeance, Elizabeth noticed.

This woman sought her rightful place, the freedom of her father, and the justice they deserved to receive. And as a Celestial with the thick blood of the Progenitor running through her veins, her arrogance and pride and blazing temperament were more than enough to destroy galaxies.

Appolonia would not back down. And Elizabeth knew she had little to no choice to refuse, for her soul and mind would no longer be the same if she rejected the merge.

So… what to do?

No.

What would Noah want her to do?

Thinking about it, she instinctively smiled, 'Surely, he would tell me to do whatever I want, for he will always have my back.'

She knew he would say that, such arrogance only befitting him.

So… once again, what did she want to do?

She was afraid of the overwhelming feelings that came with Appolonia, yet she knew she needed to embrace them. For denying them would be denying a part of herself.

Just as Noah had accepted Brandon and returned to his original world to make peace with that part of himself, to obtain that famed closure…

She, too, would need to do the same. But even knowing that, there was still one last question she wanted answered.

A question not for Appolonia, but for her husband and her sisters.

She raised her head to the sky, and slowly,

"Will you still love me?" she asked softly, as if knowing he was listening. "Will you still accept me?"

Appolonia suddenly frowned, finding it unpleasant and ungraceful for her other self to care about the thoughts of a man. Where was her dignity? she thought with disgust, before her mind refocused when a cool and soothing voice echoed.

"What a silly question," Noah chuckled. "I — no, we — will love you no matter who you become."

"Even if I become like this crazy arrogant woman thinking I owe her my life?"

Appolonia scowled, "You do owe me your life. You wouldn't exist if I didn't exist first."

Elizabeth ignored her. And Noah only chuckled before answering:

"Even then," he said. "Nothing would change for us. We are used to weird people."

"So will you help me?" Elizabeth asked.

Instantly, Appolonia's frown deepened.

"Always," Noah answered.

Then Elizabeth focused back on Appolonia.

"You said it," she intoned. "I am you and you are me. And we need to be one. For that to happen, we must be on the same vibrational level."

Appolonia paused. Her thoughts churned, evaluating the situation practically — and more importantly the presence of the Progenitor — before snorting coldly, knowing she had little choice. Besides, a new Progenitor intrigued her. So…

"I will accept everything about you, including your useless love for your husband and sisters. I will even forgive that bitch Justicia, but only after a slap."

Elizabeth mirrored her smile.

"I will accept everything of you. Your arrogance, your father, your people, your hatred and your love. But not your bloodline, as I am Elysiari and will always be. Your bloodline will be used to enhance ours."

Appolonia paused at that. It was not easy to discard her bloodline, for it was her pride. But knowing she would not lose it completely — only transformed — made her continue, and finally…

"I agree," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Our name?" Elizabeth asked with a smile, then "Noah, why don't you choose for us?"

Appolonia immediately scowled, "No man other than my father has the right to choose my name!"

Once again, Elizabeth ignored her, causing Appolonia to shake with rage.

Noah only laughed, finding it entertaining how different they were despite being the same person.

This alone showed how deeply environment shaped a being.

Shaking his head, he focused.

"Your name?" he echoed.

The two listened closely, though Appolonia with great reluctance.

Noah didn't think too hard on it. It was not a transformation, only the reunion of two sides of a single coin.

So…

"Appolonia B. Elizabeth Vaelgrim."

—End of Chapter 392—

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