“I am a God-bestowed Daughter—the only one who can control the Sacred Stone.”
“I am humanity’s savior. For the future of this world, I cannot lose my power...”
“If I lose my power, humanity will have no future. And I—will lose my honor and my place in this world.”
“No. Absolutely not. Absolutely, absolutely not!”
“The power of the Divine Mandate belongs to me. No one can take it from me.”
“Not even my own daughter.”
“If you’ve taken my power—then return it.”
“I gave you life. Isn’t it only natural that you give it back?”
“Ha... Haha... Hahahaha~”
Amidst her eerie, bone-chilling laughter, emerald-green spiritual energy surged from within Liana’s body, once again coating the long whip in her grasp.
Her gaze fell upon Aeria and the two infants—not with the love or warmth of a mother, but with an expression devoid of the slightest trace of mercy.
In this moment, Liana was not looking at her daughters.
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She was looking at enemies—beings she had to destroy.
A twisted, unnatural coldness radiated from her, spreading outward in waves like an unstoppable tide.
“M-Mother... what did we do wrong...?”
Aeria’s voice trembled as the realization set in—her mother truly intended to kill her.
Despair swallowed her whole.
Fear paralyzed her limbs.
The silver-haired girl collapsed to her knees, unable to even think of running.
All she could do was hold the baby basket in her arms and watch as her mother—her terrifying, murderous mother—drew closer with each step.
But—
Even in the face of three defenseless children, Liana’s expression remained empty—devoid of hesitation, absent of pity.
“Return my power.”
As those cold words left her lips,
A ghastly grin spread across Liana’s face.
She raised her whip high—
And in that instant—
“You will not harm the young ladies!!”
A voice roared with absolute determination—
Summoning every last ounce of strength within him,
Brolani charged from behind, his sword enveloped in a torrent of water-attribute spiritual energy.
Hearing his voice, a flicker of hope bloomed in Aeria’s teary eyes.
“M-Master...?!”
However—
That sliver of hope was crushed before it could fully form.
Brolani, a Tianwu Realm warrior, was certainly among humanity’s elite.
But before Liana—a Gui Li Realm powerhouse—
He was nothing.
Even though her strength had been greatly weakened,
She was not someone a mere ambush could take down.
In the next instant—
"Pia—"
A deafening sonic boom shattered the air.
With an effortless sidestep, Liana evaded Brolani’s strike with ease.
And with a single flick of her wrist—
The whip struck.
Slashing through the space between them.
The moment the bloodstained weapon collided with Brolani’s midsection—
His body was split in half.
Blood sprayed in all directions.
His severed torso crashed to the ground, his entrails spilling out in a grotesque display of carnage.
The soil beneath him was instantly dyed red.
Yet—
Even in this state, even with his body torn apart—
Brolani refused to give in.
Gripping his sword with all the strength left in his fading body,
He glared up at Liana with unyielding defiance.
“Lady Liana... I-I won’t... I won’t let you... h-harm the young ladies...”
Seeing the pathetic state of her former companion,
A glint of mockery flashed through Liana’s deranged eyes.
“Brolani,” she sneered, voice dripping with scorn,
“Even your brother couldn’t stop me. What makes you think you can?”
Brolani’s trembling hand clenched tighter around his blade.
With great effort, he lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Liana’s flawless yet bloodstained face.
“...Lady Liana... do you really have to go this far...?”
His voice was hoarse, agonized.
“Aeria... Miss Aeria and the twins... they’re your own daughters.”
“If you kill them for the Divine Mandate’s power...”
His breath shuddered, but he forced the words out.
“...Then the honor you once held... the way the people worshipped you... You’ll never get it back.”
Hearing those words—
Liana’s smile grew colder, tinged with a sickening scorn.
“No. If I take back the Divine Mandate’s power, all my honor, wealth, and status will return... The government and the media will cover up everything that happened here... No one will ever know.”
“As long as you all die.”
“I will still be the great goddess I once was.”
“And besides... these children... I never even wanted them in the first place. If it weren’t for those bastards, I wouldn’t have—”
As she spoke,
She ignored Aeria’s desperate pleas.
Raising her whip high, the silver-haired woman prepared to eliminate Brolani—the last obstacle in her way.
However—
A resolute smile appeared on Brolani’s bloodied face.
“Then, I have no choice but to gamble.”
That smile did not escape Liana’s notice.
“...Gamble?”
Her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, her instincts immediately sensing that something was wrong.
Following Brolani’s gaze,
Her eyes drifted down—toward her waist.
Toward the ornamental gemstone—the Stone of Falsehood, the artifact concealing her presence.
And then—
Liana’s pupils shrank.
A crack had formed along the surface of the crimson stone.
The hypnotic light that once radiated from within it—
Had vanished.
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Brolani—!!
He never intended to attack me.
His target... was the stone from the very beginning!
Liana’s bloodshot eyes widened.
Her breath hitched.
She whipped her head toward Brolani, her glare contorted with unrestrained fury.
In this moment—
There was no trace left of the noble goddess she had once been.
What remained—
Was something twisted.
Monstrous.
“You bastard!!”
She let out a hysterical shriek—
But before she could strike,
Her body froze.
Her expression stiffened.
Her movements stopped.
...???
What...
What is this feeling?
A chill, more profound than anything she had ever experienced, crawled down her spine.
It was as if a thousand frozen fingers were slithering along her back, tracing over every nerve.
Her breath hitched.
Slowly—hesitantly—
She turned her head.
A deep, primal fear flooded her emerald eyes.
A suffocating sense of dread swelled within her chest.
And in the next moment—
That fear manifested into reality.
As Liana turned—
A massive, grotesque, bloodshot eye filled her vision.
A single eye—
Its radius alone two meters wide.
The sclera was laced with bulging veins, its red pupil pulsating with a suffocating glow—
A light that felt as though it could pierce through flesh, bore into the mind, and lay bare one’s very soul.
THUMP.
Liana’s heartbeat sped out of control.
Her veins ran cold.
Her breath became erratic.
Her body trembled involuntarily.
The whip in her hand lost its tension—falling limply to the ground.
That eye—
Its presence was inescapable.
It drew her in.
It paralyzed her.
But the horror didn’t stop there.
Out of the corner of her eye—
Liana caught movement.
The landscape around her—
The ground.
The trees.
Even the very air itself—
Were birthing more eyes.
Hundreds. Thousands.
Each varying in size—
Each glowing with that same cursed, blood-red light—
And each one fixated on her.
Eyes—wrapped around the trunks of trees.
Eyes—swaying between the leaves like unholy fruit.
Eyes—swelling from the earth, bulging through the dirt.
Watching.
Staring.
Unblinking.
A suffocating, inescapable presence began to consume her surroundings.
An indescribable force seeped out from the very ground, smothering her spiritual energy.
It felt as though the very world was pressing down on her, drowning her beneath an abyss of curses.
A tremor ran through her limbs.
And for the first time—
A shadow of terror flickered in Liana’s emerald eyes.
—“Earth Evil God... Gaia Lobil...”