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Please... give my power to Shana.

Shana looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with confusion that rippled like a stone thrown into a lake.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"Alastor? What are you talking about? Aren't we supposed to be fighting the Crimson World together..."

Silly boy.

Alastor's flames gently brushed against Shana's cheeks, warm but not scorching.

You no longer need the power of the Inflamed Burning Eyes Slayer to define yourself.

Look, you just defeated the Crimson God because of your own understanding of battle and your unyielding will—that is the true "Shana".

Wei Ming stood aside with his arms crossed, watching the scene with great interest.

He could feel the immense power within Alastair's body autonomously processing itself.

The aura of those laws belonging to the origin of creation flowed, but no longer carried any aggression.

There was not a trace of lingering affection in the eyes of the God of Punishment.

There is only the kind of gratification that comes from watching a child embark on a long journey.

I have existed for so long that I have almost forgotten the meaning beyond divine punishment.

Alastair's voice gradually lowered.

But I've witnessed your growth, and realized that there are still beings like Master Weiming... who can transcend worlds.

This made me realize that the future of the world does not need to be decided by fire, but needs to be illuminated by torches like yours.

Alastor's flames flickered, as if he were laughing.

My origin is part of the world's rules. Returning my origin to the world will repair the duty of this origin to continue my journey, just like the origin of the sacrificial serpent. This is... the best ending.

It turned toward Shana, and the light from the core of the flame became incredibly soft.

Shana, you were never a vessel for the flames of calamity or a heartless crusader; you are a child I watched grow up. Seeing you stand on your own, even earning the recognition of someone like Lord Weiming… I am very gratified.

Shana's eyelashes trembled violently.

She always believed that she existed to become the Burning-Eyed Slayer, and that Alastor's power was her everything.

But at this moment.

This flame that had accompanied her through countless battles told her that she had long since transcended the definition of a tool.

Those emotions she had hidden beneath her hard shell—her dependence on Wilhelmina…and so on—surged up with Alastair’s words.

She blinked hard, trying to force back the heat in her eyes.

For a warrior wielding scorching eyes, shedding tears is a sign of weakness.

But Alastair's flames seemed to see through her stubbornness.

Cry, Shana. This is not weakness, but a mark of growth, an emotion of being human.

Looking at Shana's tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling shoulders, Wei Ming suddenly felt that the scene was a little... cute.

He stepped forward and, before Shana could react, gently ruffled her signature flaming hair.

The hair was softer than I had imagined, and it felt warm.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Shana suddenly looked up, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were even redder, like glass scorched by flames.

"Just smoothing out the silly girl's hair."

Wei Ming curled the corners of his mouth, his smile carrying his usual playful tone, yet also concealing a hint of tenderness that was hard to detect.

"Since He has said so, then so be it. Power is something that suits you best."

He turned to Alastair, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

Although he was invincible, he still held a certain amount of respect for beings who voluntarily dissipated their essence.

"I grant your wish."

Thank you, Lord Weiming, please protect... Shana.

"Yes, you can entrust it to me with peace of mind."

The moment he finished speaking, Wei Ming stretched out his hand, and a soft white light shone from his fingertips.

Alastor's flames spontaneously merged into that light.

The immense power offered no resistance, transforming into golden runes of law that swirled around Shana.

"This is…"

Shana could sense those familiar powers approaching, yet they carried a different aura.

It was no longer an external calamity, but rather something that seemed to resonate with her soul.

"Watch closely, Shana."

The unseen voice carried a guiding power.

"These powers are no longer lent to you, but belong to you."

"Feel them, accept them, just as you would accept a part of yourself."

The moment the golden runes merged into Shana's body, she shuddered.

There was no burning sensation like when absorbing power before, only a warm feeling, like returning to oneself.

She could clearly feel that her connection with the world had become closer than ever before.

The laws of fire that once required Alastor's guidance to use now flowed through her consciousness like instinct.

At the same time, Alastair's figure became increasingly faint.

It glanced at Shana one last time, and a gentle smile was reflected in the flames.

Goodbye, my… inflamed, burning-eyed… child.

"Alastor—!"

Shana finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

This time, she didn't wipe them away, letting the scalding tears stream down her cheeks.

The presence that always whispered in her mind and supported her during her battles transformed into specks of light before her eyes and merged into the void.

Only a faint smell of sulfur remained in the air, along with a vast silence.

Shana stood there, stunned, tears blurring her vision.

She lost the source of power that had been with her for so long, but gained an even stronger power of her own.

This contradictory feeling left her at a loss, and she could only let her tears express her complex emotions.

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P.S.: The picture is of Ais!

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Chapter 993 Heavenly Palace, a haven for the soul, Shana's nurturer! (Seeking monthly votes, reviews, flowers, and collections!)

"Hey, you look like a little kitten when you cry."

An unnamed voice sounded from above, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

He reached out and gently wiped away Shana's tears with his fingertips, his movements unexpectedly gentle.

"Although she looks cute when she cries, I still prefer Shana who can cut the enemy to pieces~."

Shana was speechless.

She raised her swollen, red eyes and glared at him.

"Mind your own business... You're speechless!"

Her voice had a strong nasal tone and carried her familiar arrogant catchphrase, but paired with her tearful expression, it didn't have much of an intimidating effect.

Wei Ming chuckled softly, then suddenly opened his arms.

Before Shana could react, he gently pulled her into his arms.

The hug was warm, carrying a reassuring power that dispelled her confusion and helplessness after losing Alastair.

"Woo..."

Shana stiffened for a moment, shyly trying to push him away, but found that her body wouldn't obey her.

The cool, refreshing scent emanating from Wei Ming lingered around her nose, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of the flames, yet it slowly relaxed her tense nerves.

She finally couldn't hold back.

She buried her face in his chest and burst into tears again, turning all her grievances, reluctance, and confusion into tears.