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"The Origin... If there is no Origin, what is the Origin?"

"Helhunzoren, you have obtained the source, but forgotten the beginning."

“Every brick of the tower was laid by an ordinary person.”

“Every note in the music originates from the breath of all living beings.”

"And you are nothing but a madman standing on their shoulders."

Helhunzoren's face contorted for a moment. He suddenly raised his hand, trying to activate Originium Arts again, but this time, he couldn't even conjure the most basic spells.

"This is impossible! My power—"

Shen Lin interrupted calmly.

"Your power has never truly belonged to you."

"It comes from this land, from those rotten logs you speak of."

Herhunzoren staggered back a step, his inner turmoil finally becoming fully apparent.

He looked down at his hands, the power that once controlled everything now seemed so unfamiliar.

His voice was hoarse.

"No... this isn't right..."

"I am the truth! I—"

"You've forgotten your roots."

Shen Lin said those words again, and this time, Herhunzoren could no longer refute them.

In the distance, the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon. Night fell, and atop the ruins of the tower, an era officially came to an end.

There is no difference between geniuses and ordinary people.

"The only difference is whether or not one knows where they came from."

Helhunzoren's blood seeped from under his cracked fingernails, but turned into tiny golden specks the moment it touched the air—the residual primordial power within him was dissipating.

Those forces transformed into countless tiny stars and surged towards the man's surroundings.

He should be afraid.

Shen Lin has achieved his goal. He has glimpsed how Helhunzoren uses the power of origin in his attack, and there is no need for him to hold back anymore.

He held the bone flute that Ramallian had given him in his hand and gently placed it to his lips.

As he played a flawless note.

The tower began to crumble. Not in a physical sense, but rather its very existence was being erased from history by forces of a higher dimension.

The bricks and stones turned into blurry blocks of color, the murals faded into blank spaces, and even Herhunzoren's memories of the tower's construction were rapidly disappearing.

"Is this... the power you possess?"

Amidst the dust of the collapsing tower, Helhunzoren's mangled body began to dissipate, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

But it eventually turned into manic laughter.

"I have indeed lost..."

"But do you know why I never leave this tower? Why I'd rather watch the region fall than leave this place?"

"You think...you've won against me?"

“Look behind us… You destroyed Pavillon with your own hands, and now it’s your turn to reap the bitter fruit.”

Shen Lin looked down—beneath the cracked ground, dark purple mist writhed as if it were alive.

The warp energy that had been suppressed by Helhunzoren for hundreds of years was now gushing out through the cracks.

A massive crystal fell from the dome, only to be eroded into a twisted sculpture by the warp before it even touched the ground.

Shen Lin raised his hand to suppress several of the most violently erupting cracks, but more cracks were spreading throughout the capital.

Herhunzoren's last figure began to rise, like ashes scattered by the wind.

"Because this tower is a cage..."

"The creature locked in the cage... is not some docile pet..."

"Enjoy your so-called victory..."

Herhunzoren's last words before he completely vanished echoed in the space.

He can allow himself to fail, but he absolutely will not allow anyone to question the path he has taken!

"Now... it's your turn to be the jailer..."

As if in response to his words, the entire Trinityl began to sink, the building melting like wax.

And Shen Lin—

He stood in the center of the tower ruins, with the surging subspace currents beneath his feet.

The mist clung to the hem of his clothes, but caused no harm; instead, it flowed and prostrated itself as if worshipping a monarch.

"..."

Ignoring the witch king's provocation, Shen Lin closed his eyes and carefully sensed every change in the surrounding space.

He must have been confident to get here.

Even if the old Pavielon collapses, what difficulty is there in rebuilding a new one?

Even if he stays here afterward, what harm is there?

Ding—The host has completed the main quest "[Laetania or War?]".

mission rewards:

Unlock the [Tower Breaker] title: Increases damage to spell-defense buildings by 200%, and permanently increases Sarkaz units' spell resistance by 50;

Unlock the wonder building [Boundary Marker].

Note: You have proven to them with your own strength that any unwarranted provocation against the Sarkaz is reckless.

At this moment, the sound of the task being completed transmitted by the system sounded particularly pleasant.

After Shen Lin finished reading the reward, his eyes showed surprise for the first time.

Ok?

A long-lost, warm smile appeared on Shen Lin's face.

"but……"

"Who told you..."

The rune array suddenly expanded to cover the entire sky, and all the shadows that were undergoing mutation froze at the same time.

The light of the origin shone deep within Shen Lin's pupils, and the churning subspace beneath his feet sank like the receding tide.

"Do I need to be a jailer like you?"

Amidst Helhunzoren's shocked and incredulous gaze, he slowly raised his hand.

……

Meanwhile, the battle between the two kings continues.

Black dust erupted with a roar, and Ivignad hurriedly plucked the strings of her harp to defend herself, but was still forced back by the shockwave.

Ivignad's expression turned grave. She quickly steadied herself and noticed that Theresa was still surrounded by several specks of dust, and the wounds she had just inflicted on her were healing rapidly, leaving her completely unharmed in an instant.

Ivignad had never seen such bizarre Originium Arts.

By absorbing the energy of others to replenish oneself, one gains at the expense of the other.

Although their opponents were not as strong as she and Helinmat's combined strength, it wouldn't be easy for them to take them down by force.

The twins exchanged a glance, both seeing the resolve in each other's eyes. This was a move they had originally planned to use against the Witch King, but now they had to bring it out ahead of schedule.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

A distant rumble of the tower collapsing completely echoed, and the twins' pupils suddenly contracted.

An eerie silence fell over the battlefield. All four kings knew what this meant—the era of Helhunzoren had ended.

As the tower collapsed, thick black mist surged forth like a tidal wave, causing even the powerful Gemini to feel uncomfortable upon contact with the energy overflowing from the Naya space.

"Without the suppression of the Witch King and the tower, the rift has completely cracked open."

"This place will then become a wasteland."

"Is it really worth it for you to do this?"

Ivignad's gaze was complex.

The reason they didn't deal with the Witch King immediately was because of this; if no one suppressed the rift, Trinitylme would be the first to be affected.

Boom!

A deep tremor came from the depths of the earth, like the heartbeat of an ancient behemoth.

The twins and the two kings looked up simultaneously, their eyes filled with shock.

As if sensing something, all the Sarkaz warriors looked up at the same time, their eyes widening in unison.

"what is that?"

"A soldier murmured."

In the center of the distant, erased tower, a huge, pitch-black obelisk rises from the ground.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, but it does not reflect light; instead, it devours it—like a door to nothingness.

The monument is covered with unknown runes, each symbol flowing slowly, as if it were alive.

【boundary marker】.

As it stood, the shadow of collapse that had permeated the city suddenly froze.

The next second—

The tide is receding.

The surging black mist seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, rushing madly toward the boundary marker.

On the battlefield, the fallen Sarkaz warriors suddenly coughed violently, their dilated pupils refocusing.

They touched their bodies blankly, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.

No one answered. Everyone looked up at the obelisk—which was now emitting a soft, dim light, like a boundary separating reality.

The air around the monument appears slightly distorted, as if two different worlds are converging here.

She looked sharply at the battlefield—those shadows that were previously untouchable emitted a piercing shriek before shattering like glass.

"This is impossible……"

Ivignad stared intently at the base of the obelisk—where Shen Lin stood.

His palm gently pressed against the monument, and a radiance of the same origin as the runes flowed in his dark pupils.

As if to confirm her words, the boundary marker suddenly emitted a resonant hum.

A black crown slowly appeared above Shen Lin's head. At first, only a dark red light flowed out from the crown, like blood and flame, winding and surging towards the boundary marker.

Immediately afterwards——

Thousands upon thousands of rays of light shone simultaneously.

Those are the souls of the Sarkaz.

The fallen kings, the fallen warlocks, the indomitable mercenaries... the souls of the Sarkaz throughout history transformed into crimson streams of light, surging forth from the crown like rivers flowing into the sea, all converging into the pitch-black obelisk.

The runes on the monument suddenly lit up, each engraving appearing as if stained with blood, shimmering with a dark red light.

Ivignad's golden pupils contracted sharply; she finally understood—

"The Sarkaz's...Tomb of Ten Thousand Souls?"

Theresa watched this scene silently, her long pink hair dancing in the turbulent energy currents.

She hadn't expected Shen Lin to go this far.