Chapter 254: Axis
Four days had passed since armageddon descended upon the Separate Dimension, plunging what was once its serene space into utter chaos and madness. The tranquility that had blanketed its lands was torn apart by screams, thunderous clashes, and the relentless sound of destruction. People had bled, some had lost limbs, others their eyes or vital organs. But, by the end of that dreadful battle, when the dust had finally settled and silence reigned once more, every wound had been healed to perfection.
Arms were restored, eyes regenerated, organs regrown, and flesh and bone stitched seamlessly back together as if nothing had ever happened, as though reality itself had been rewritten.
The residents of the Separate Dimension, who had once been evacuated underground for safety, now returned to the surface to witness the aftermath of the apocalypse that had scarred their world. But amidst all the devastation, there was one thing that none could explain, something miraculous, something defying the very laws of life and death.
No one had died.
Not a single soul. Not a single child. Not a single elder. Not even one human from the Separate Dimension had perished in the calamity.
They had all fought valiantly. Chaos had consumed the land. Blood had soaked the earth until rivers of crimson streamed between broken stones. By every natural law, death should have been inevitable. Yet, inexplicably, there were none. Every life, every presence, every soul was accounted for.
People were bewildered, confused, and yet, profoundly grateful. Many called it a divine miracle. Songs of praise soon filled the air, voices lifted in reverence toward the Sovereign of the Separate Dimension, Cindralis. Though none knew how it had happened, they believed without question that she was the one who had performed this impossible act. It was blind faith, yes, but faith nonetheless, born of awe and belief.
And indeed, it had been Cindralis’s doing.
She had made no public announcement, offered no explanation, nor spoken a single word about saving them. But the people believed her hand had been behind their survival. It was a belief so strong that even without her acknowledgment, not a single person doubted it.
After all, nothing like this had ever occurred in the history of the Separate Dimension. And though such devastation had unfolded before their very eyes, no one had truly died.
No one considered leaving the Separate Dimension because of this invasion. They were not fools, nor were they naive. The Separate Dimension was a sanctuary, a heaven compared to the perilous expanse of the outside world, Crymora. To leave it would be to walk willingly into the jaws of death. Those who had glimpsed the cruelty of Crymora beyond its walls knew well that certain death awaited anyone who abandoned this paradise.
For those who had suffered trauma from the battle, healers with psychological and spiritual abilities worked tirelessly to ease their pain. Children who had seen horrors no eyes so young should witness were treated gently, their memories calmed and softened. Among the residents were also countless individuals who had failed their awakening, ordinary people who had never fought, never faced war or monsters.
To them, the apocalypse had been an unthinkable nightmare. They were not warriors; they were craftsmen, merchants, scholars, and parents. Even those who had once been adventurers found it difficult to withstand the sight of such carnage. It was impossible to remain unshaken after staring into the face of annihilation.
But, the Separate Dimension recovered faster than anyone could have imagined.
Buildings rose once more, towering into the sky like monuments of rebirth. Some stood high and proud, symbols of power and authority, while others remained modest bungalows, homes for the humble. But none of that mattered; what mattered was that life was returning. Reconstruction was already nearing completion. Trees were replanted, and lush afforestation began to spread across the land once more, blessing it with vibrant greenery.
The forests stretched outward again, their canopies interlocking like emerald shields. The oceans regained their tranquil luster, their waves now gentle and clean. Beasts and monsters returned to their natural habitats, resuming the ancient rhythms of life. New Emovirae, strange and ethereal creatures, emerged within the Separate Dimension, as though the world of Crymora itself sought to fill the once-empty void of the Separate Dimension by sending forth life anew.
The earth healed. The mountains regained their majesty. Ravines closed, sinkholes were sealed, and the once-cratered landscapes became whole again. Chasms that had split the land mended as if time itself had reversed, restoring beauty, peace, and harmony. It was as though the apocalypse had never occurred, only whispers and memories remained to tell its tale.
In just four days, the Separate Dimension had been completely restored. It was a testament to the power of Astra energy and the unimaginable potential of those who wielded awakened abilities. Here, beings could reshape entire terrains with a mere thought, mountains could rise or crumble, rivers could twist in new directions, and forests could sprout in hours.
Guilds reopened their halls, their emblems gleaming proudly above newly repaired entrances. Street-side shops swung open their wooden doors once again, merchants calling out to passing customers with familiar cheer. Adventurers, mercenaries, and artisans filled the streets, their laughter mingling with the scent of freshly cooked food. Each one resumed life as if nothing catastrophic had occurred.
No curfews were imposed. No strict laws were enacted. No long speeches were made to reassure the people. Life simply... continued.
Children went back to their kindergartens, smiling brightly, playing as though they had not seen their parents bleed or scream in terror just days ago. The resilience of youth was a miracle in itself.
Meanwhile, the Knights of the Separate Dimension, those sworn to protect it from invasions and calamities like the one they had just faced, stood with renewed purpose. Their armor gleamed, their swords hung ready at their sides. They patrolled the streets and walls with sharper vigilance, their eyes steady and alert. Every movement they made carried discipline, precision, and calm strength. Their posture was proud but not arrogant, their steps measured and controlled, ever ready to strike if danger dared to return.
It seemed as though they had awakened from a long, dull slumber, a slumber born of peace.
But peace, as history had shown, was a double-edged sword. It dulled even the sharpest blades. And though the Knights were resolute now, it was only a matter of time before they, too, would relax again, returning to routine, to comfort, to complacency. It was not a flaw, merely human nature.
Still, one question lingered quietly in the hearts of a few: Why hadn’t Cindralis intervened earlier?
Why had she allowed the apocalypse to unfold before saving them all in the end?
Some demanded answers secretly but dared not say anything, but most already believed they understood. Deep down, they saw the truth, this calamity had not been a punishment, but a revelation. A mirror held before them, showing their weaknesses, their dependency, their fragility. Many had begun to reflect, to change, to grow stronger from the experience.
Cindralis, on her part, remained silent. She did not concern herself with buildings or material losses. She could easily rebuild all that with a flicker of her power. To her, such things were insignificant.
As for her whereabouts, no one knew. Some said she was meditating deep within her celestial palace, others claimed she had gone beyond the dimensional veil to repair the fabric of space itself. But even if anyone did know where she was, it would not matter.
Who among them would dare approach the Sovereign?
Who would dare question her will?
None would. None dared.
For Cindralis was not merely a ruler, she was the axis upon which the Separate Dimension spun. And when a god chooses silence, even the winds hold their breath.
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