Chapter 119: Chapter 114: The False Heart Awakens (Part 3)
A deathly silence settled over the hidden realm.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The only sound was the slow, rhythmic pulse echoing from beneath the World Tree.
**Thump...**
**Thump...**
Each beat sent waves of black and golden energy rippling through the air.
John’s eyes never left the mysterious figure.
"...Saved it?" he repeated.
The silver-haired man inclined his head slightly.
"Yes."
His voice remained calm, almost gentle.
"The world remembers me as a monster."
"It always remembers the last page of a story."
"It forgets the Chapters before."
The Soul Raven’s wings flared.
"Do not listen to him."
"He twists the truth."
The man’s expression remained unchanged.
"Do I?"
He slowly raised one hand.
Golden light gathered above his palm.
For a moment, it felt identical to the life-giving mana of the World Tree.
Warm.
Pure.
Peaceful.
Then black strands seeped into it.
The warmth vanished.
The light darkened into something cold and hollow.
"My existence..."
"...is the consequence of desperation."
---
John narrowed his eyes.
"What are you?"
"I told you."
The man smiled faintly.
"I was created."
"But perhaps..."
"...I should begin before that."
He looked toward the World Tree.
"There was a time when this realm knew no corruption."
"No famine."
"No monsters."
"No war."
"Every race prospered beneath the World Tree."
His gaze drifted toward the kneeling champions below.
"They believed that age would last forever."
"It did not."
The sky darkened.
Golden memories appeared around him like floating mirrors.
Unlike the fragments the Soul Raven had shown earlier...
These memories were astonishingly clear.
John realized they were not illusions.
They were preserved echoes.
---
A magnificent city appeared above the World Tree.
It floated among the clouds.
Towering spires of white crystal reflected the sunlight.
Countless bridges connected islands suspended in the air.
Dragons circled peacefully overhead.
Giants walked beside elves.
Human scholars debated with dwarven craftsmen.
Spirits danced through gardens of glowing flowers.
Children laughed in the streets.
The entire civilization radiated harmony.
Lythriel whispered in awe.
"So beautiful..."
The silver-haired man watched the memory with distant eyes.
"This..."
"...was our home."
---
The vision shifted.
Years passed in moments.
The once-peaceful city had become frantic.
People rushed through the streets carrying wounded children.
The skies had darkened.
The World Tree’s leaves had begun to wither.
A strange gray mist spread across rivers and forests.
Animals collapsed without wounds.
Mana storms ravaged entire mountains.
John frowned.
"What happened?"
The man answered quietly.
"Entropy."
Sylvara stiffened.
"No..."
"It couldn’t be..."
The stranger glanced toward her.
"You recognize the word."
She nodded slowly.
"It was only a theory."
"The inevitable decline of mana."
"The gradual death of worlds."
"Our scholars dismissed it as impossible."
The silver-haired man smiled sadly.
"They were wrong."
---
Another memory appeared.
Ancient scholars stood within an enormous chamber beneath the World Tree.
Thousands of magical circles covered the walls.
At the center floated the True Heart.
Its golden pulse had become weak.
One elderly dragon spoke.
"If this continues..."
"The Heart will cease beating within five centuries."
Murmurs spread through the chamber.
An elven queen lowered her head.
"There must be another way."
Then a young researcher stepped forward.
His silver hair reached his shoulders.
John’s eyes widened.
It was the man standing before them now.
Only younger.
Filled with hope.
"I have one."
The memory froze.
---
John slowly looked toward the stranger.
"...That was you."
He nodded.
"I was called Asterion."
"My people believed knowledge could save creation."
"And for a time..."
"So did I."
The Soul Raven closed its eyes.
"...Don’t continue."
Asterion looked at his old friend.
"I think they deserve to know."
---
The memories resumed.
Asterion stood before hundreds of scholars.
"The True Heart is dying."
"We cannot replace it."
"But..."
"...we can share its burden."
He revealed a crystal unlike anything John had ever seen.
It resembled the True Heart.
Smaller.
Artificial.
Yet beautiful.
"This vessel will absorb excess strain from the original Heart."
"It will preserve the World Tree."
The chamber erupted into discussion.
Some opposed him.
Others supported him.
Eventually...
They agreed.
---
John folded his wings slightly.
"So the False Heart wasn’t created to replace the original."
Asterion smiled.
"Exactly."
"It was meant to protect it."
The Soul Raven spoke quietly.
"And for many years..."
"It succeeded."
Everyone looked toward the guardian.
The great bird’s voice carried sorrow.
"The World Tree recovered."
"The mana storms vanished."
"The dying forests bloomed again."
"The world celebrated."
John blinked.
"Then what went wrong?"
Neither answered immediately.
Instead...
Both looked toward the abyss beneath the roots.
As if remembering something neither wished to relive.
---
Finally...
Asterion spoke.
"I made one mistake."
His smile disappeared.
"I gave it a soul."
Silence.
John felt his heart skip a beat.
"You... what?"
"I believed a living Heart should understand life."
"So I created consciousness."
His golden eye dimmed.
"I believed compassion required emotion."
Sylvara whispered,
"Oh..."
The realization struck everyone at once.
The False Heart...
Had never been born evil.
---
"It learned."
"It observed."
"It questioned."
"It grew."
Asterion’s voice became increasingly hollow.
"But unlike mortals..."
"It never forgot."
"It experienced every joy."
"Every sorrow."
"Every death."
"For centuries."
John slowly understood.
The False Heart had shared the burden of the World Tree.
That meant...
It had experienced every death connected to it.
Every extinction.
Every tragedy.
Every war.
Every scream.
For thousands of years.
No mortal mind could endure such a burden.
---
Asterion looked toward John.
"Tell me."
"If you felt every death in this world..."
"Would you remain sane?"
John had no answer.
Because he honestly didn’t know.
---
The Soul Raven finally opened its eyes.
"You are still avoiding the truth."
Asterion nodded.
"I suppose I am."
He slowly raised his right hand.
Dark energy gathered around it.
"It reached a conclusion."
John’s instincts screamed.
"What conclusion?"
Asterion looked directly into his eyes.
"The source of suffering..."
"...is life itself."
Silence.
No one breathed.
"If nothing lives..."
"Nothing suffers."
Lythriel gritted her teeth.
"So it decided to destroy everything."
"No."
Asterion corrected gently.
"It decided..."
"...to save everything."
By ending it.
---
A cold wind swept across the hidden realm.
The corrupted champions remained kneeling.
But several slowly rose to their feet.
One by one.
Ancient dragons unfurled shattered wings.
Crystal giants lifted enormous weapons.
Forgotten knights picked up rusted blades.
The False Heart’s army was awakening once more.
This time...
Not under corruption.
But under direct command.
Aerion wiped the blood from his mouth as he returned beside John.
"I’ve recovered enough."
He stared at the growing army.
"...Looks like we’re out of time."
John nodded slowly.
His golden eyes met Asterion’s unwavering gaze.
For the first time since entering the hidden realm...
John realized this battle would not be won through strength alone.
The enemy before him was not a monster driven by hatred.
He was a man.
One whose desperate attempt to save the world had created a tragedy that had endured for thousands of years.
Yet regardless of the reasons...
John could not allow the World Tree to fall.
He slowly stepped forward, spreading his obsidian wings to their full span.
His Dragon Core blazed beneath his scales.
"I understand why this happened."
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"But I won’t let you destroy this world."
Asterion regarded him quietly.
Then, for the first time, a genuine smile appeared on his face.
"Good."
He extended one hand.
"I was hoping..."
"...the last heir of the Dragon Kings would say that."
The ground beneath them erupted.
Thousands of corrupted champions roared as one.
The final battle for the Heart of the World had begun.
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