212 Reunion


    The sky was dark and ominous, filled with thousands of ravens cawing and hissing as they gathered in a cloud above.


    The prophet, who was in a state of God’s Descent, went pale as she sensed the astonishing aura in the distance. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing and opened her mouth a few times to ask questions, but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to do so. She knew that asking questions would reveal her own strength.


    But how did the other person aplish all of this?


    “Moon Realm domain… ck Crow Gaze… But how is this possible…” she muttered to herself, trying to understand.


    The pce of Moow City was like a floating ind made of chalk, hovering above a turbulent sea. It was impossible for this surreal scene to exist under the rules of Currere. Even the greatest magic spells couldn’t create such a dreamlikendscape.


    Only in the Moon Realm, a world that reflected the wild thoughts of mortals, could such a thing appear.


    Then, this begged the question… How did he do it?


    The girl wondered, holding her cracked weapon defensively as she tried to figure it out.


    This was the Ava State, a ce that most Moon Realm beings couldn’t reach without the protection of the Primordial Souls. Yet the person in front of her had moved the Moow City pce from one ce to another with ease, as if it were a child’s toy.


    Not only that, but even on the Vic Continent, the Void Sovereigns couldn’t do this without the help of Moon Realm rifts.


    The prophet of Holy Spirit Terra was speechless with shock, but someone present was even more surprised.


    Remides looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery outside the window, and the weak lighthouse standing at the end of the storm, and hesitantly asked the person beside her, “Presiding Judge, is this really ck Crow Gaze…”


    Remides stood in front of the storm and lighthouse, long-forgotten memories flooding back to her. She remembered watching her friend walk to his death in this very storm, a death thatsted over 800 years. And now, she had returned to this ce, never expecting to see it again.


    “That’s right. This is the real ck Crow Gaze,” William said calmly, his distant voice pulling Remides out of her thoughts.


    “But after ke died, the contract that allowed the ck Crow Gaze to appear in Ava State should have expired,” she pointed out.


    The reason why ck Crow Gaze’s Moon Realm domain could be projected onto Ava State was because she signed the contract representing the Mist and Fire Spirits as the governor with the Father of the Crows. Before the lives of either party reached the end, the storm from ck Crow Gaze would protect Ava State.


    Remides remembered the pressure of the Riel Empire’s army at the time and how she had sessfully convinced the newly reestablished Mooncycle Council after the assassination to sign the contract, making it the only cooperation between Ava State and a high-level Moon Realm existence in history.


    But even so, the Mooncycle Council had their doubts. Firstly, they didn’t think the mortal known as the Father of the Crows wouldst long, but they underestimated him. He survived for over 800 years, ousting all the other senators of the Mooncycle Council.


    Secondly, even if the other party had ulterior motives, as long as they ensured that Remides was under their control, they could still terminate the contract at any time.


    This also allowed Remides to rule over Ava State for over 800 years. However, now that the storm has passed, she has lost control of Ava State.


    Theoretically speaking, her contract with the Father of the Crows had been terminated. It was impossible to temporarily pull the entire pce to ck Crow Gaze through a coordinate…


    Remides looked at William in confusion. Thetter smiled and said, “I asked him about this before. As long as you’re alive and still have the legal identity as governor, this contract is still in effect, right?”


    “That’s true, but who is the ‘he’ you’re talking about?” Remides asked, a ridiculous possibilitying to mind.


    Before William could answer, someone else spoke up. A whirlwind of ravens rushed into the throne room through the shattered stained ss window. Among the blood-red eyes and fluttering ck feathers, a tall man in a ck robe emerged. It was none other than ke.


    “ke…” Remides uttered.


    “Long time no see, Ms. Ranger.”


    The ck Swordsman, ke Saba, materialized out of thin air, dropping in between Morton and the prophet. But he paid no attention to their confrontation, instead turning to William and Remides with a rxed expression. He nodded slightly and greeted them.


    Remides was stunned. Though ke looked paler than she remembered and his once-ck eyes had turned amber like a bird of prey, she was sure it was him.


    She had thought she was thest surviving Judge of this era, a relic out of ce in the modern world. But now, in her darkest hour, when she was ready to sacrifice herself for a chance to bring back her old ideals, a miracle had urred. The legend who had been missing for a thousand years had returned, and so had the hero who had long been sacrificed.


    She was reunited with her former Judgmentpanions at the moment she needed them most. Though her heart had all but dried up after a thousand years, this shock was enough to set it rippling once more.


    “I had actually nned to bring ke here to help, but the fusion between the ck Crow Gaze and the Dawn Fortress is still ongoing and the Grief Mountains are too unstable,” William exined. “As the new head of the Dawn Fortress, ke can’t leave just yet.”


    “We’ll exin thatter,” ke said, extending his hand. Countless ck feathers spun in his palm, forming a scabbard. He drew a ck, two-handed heavy sword adorned with crow wings. “Just tell me which one needs to stay dead or alive—one or two?”