Hate me, Miss Witch!

The crystalline Stars Chalice appeared.

It was the crystallization of all the Divinity and Authority remaining in this sealed Ancient God Half-Body.

Or rather, it could also be seen as—a fragment of the Divine Throne.

Under normal circumstances, such Divinity would be scattered and hidden by its owner to prevent it from being completely eradicated in one fell swoop.

However, before this, in order to break the seal, the Twilight Half-Body had gathered all of its Divinity onto Norton's body, seeking an opportunity to escape its predicament.

Afterward, Shiayar ruthlessly blew it out.

In the moment the Stars Chalice appeared—atop the vast snowy mountains, within the glorious Holy See, inside the grand and solemn Royal Palace, and in the silent and dark Lost Kingdom—every Legendary being across the Western Continent involuntarily sensed it, their gazes turning towards the Azure Garden Dukedom.

And above the Azure Garden Royal Capital, high in the distant nocturnal sky, numerous lofty and ethereal gazes descended from the Astral Realm.

Then, they locked tightly onto the dazzling Stars Chalice.

Such complete and utterly unclaimed Divinity was exceptionally rare, even in the entire history of the Western Continent.

This was a product that could only appear through a confluence of many coincidences.

Under normal conditions, those beings in possession of Divinity would rather destroy themselves than hand over unclaimed Divinity.

The next instant.

BOOM—

BOOM—

If one were a common person, they would be oblivious to it.

But if one possessed powerful Spiritual Intuition, they could hear the powerful, thundering sounds transmitted from the Astral Realm.

At this moment, countless diviners across the Western Continent felt a sense of panic. In fear and bewilderment, they speculated about what exactly had happened in the depths of the Astral Realm to cause such a commotion.

Meanwhile, Shiayar, the instigator of it all, simply leaned against a stone wall, gazing up at the boundlessly splendid starry sky.

One, two, three...

Well, there are at least five beings who have stepped into the Divine Realm making their way across the world barrier between the Astral Realm and the Main Material Plane, about to initiate a Godly Descent here.

They really think highly of me.

My investment in this Echo of History wasn't in vain; it was worth the price.

A smile curved Shiayar's lips.

No less than five Demigods were undergoing Godly Descent.

Moreover, the gazes falling from the Astral Realm were clearly more than five in number.

This indicated that even more beings from the Astral Realm were watching this place closely.

Should the ownership of the Stars Chalice change, the onlookers could exert their power and intervene at any time.

With so many Godly Descents, it looks like the Azure Garden Dukedom is truly going to become a thing of history.

However, they are fortunately here only for the Divinity. Once the ownership of the Stars Chalice is settled, they shouldn't linger too long or harm civilians.

Shiayar, supporting himself against the broken rocks of the ruins, struggled to his feet.

Around him, the blood-red full-body armor had long since vanished. Crimson had withdrawn from its state of Soul Pact resonance, and 'Armorizing' was undone.

Transformed back into a dumpling-like astral spirit body, Crimson's surrounding glow had greatly faded, and the little silver spirit zipped back into Shiayar's Soul Pact Space in a flash.

On Shiayar's skin, the azure Magic Power flame that had surrounded his entire body had also disappeared.

The so-called 'Blood Incineration' was a skill: using willpower to overcome the instinct of 'maintaining life functions,' drawing forth abilities from the soul's depths that living beings should not normally use.

And how could such a technique, which allowed one to fight across ranks, come without a price?

To burn the body, to scorch the soul.

Even though improving its proficiency avoided the side effect of a shortened lifespan, when that power which transcended limits vanished—

At this moment, every organ, every inch of muscle in his body was transmitting signals of weakness; both his Magic Power and spiritual power were nearly depleted.

Nonetheless, Shiayar forced himself to stand up and started walking, step by step.

Then, amid the numerous gazes descending from the Astral Realm above—

he grasped the crystalline and brilliant Stars Chalice.

The moment he held the Stars Chalice, a strong desire to absorb it surged from the depths of Shiayar's soul.

The Divinity within the Chalice was not particularly astonishing in terms of sheer volume; even if Shiayar absorbed it, his rank and power wouldn't significantly increase in the short term.

However, this was an opportunity to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

Once he absorbed the Divinity, the very nature of his life would undergo a leap in transformation, much like Norton, who had just served as the vessel for the Twilight Incarnation.

He would transform from a human into a mythological being, becoming what was referred to as an 'Angel' or a 'Demigod'.

Not only would his lifespan become incredibly long, but he might even have the chance to truly step into the Divine Realm and become a True God in the future.

Or, to put it more simply:

From 'he,'

to 'He.'

This was the chance countless powerhouses on the Western Continent dreamt of, but at this very moment, Shiayar suppressed the hunger spreading from the depths of his soul.

A softness flickered through his pitch-black eyes.

It can't be helped.

After all, I used you before and owed you for that...

The next second, the young man vanished amid the ruins of the grand ducal estate.

Using the last of his Magic Power, Shiayar initiated one final "Flash."

Silvia felt as though she were in the middle of a boundless, sweeping blizzardy night.