CG Chapter 122: End of Time
Looking up at the blood-crimson sky with emotionless eyes, Bon Vincent let out a heavy breath.
"Sigh… ungrateful mortal. Long and harsh has thy journey been. I tried to show thee grace, yet it is but a fool's wish to grace the graceless…"
He stopped mid-speech.
His gaze turned sharply to Tom. His eyes shone with a crimson light that reflected the sky, as his hair flickered strangely with gusts of wind that came out of nowhere.
Finally, his voice showed emotion. But that emotion was of pure bloodlust and hatred for the one who dared to defile his haven and interrupt his rest.
"I shall show thee mercy no longer. Today, you die as you are, a weak and pathetic man who thought the shine of the crown was his own."
His palm rose to the sky as if calling for something. For a moment, it seemed like time stopped. Then, he slammed down.
In that final moment, his apathetic look returned, as if silently telling Tom that this was his end.
Bo!
Boom!
In the middle of the air, a long range of giant black mountains appeared.
In an instant, they fell down on Tom and the ground around him with the weight of a thousand mountains.
The weight was enough to crush an entire kingdom, let alone Tom in his current state.
But it was like Tom didn't see any of it.
He simply smiled, shaking his head in disappointment.
At first, Bon Vincent had a hint of doubt in his heart when he saw Tom's expression, but when the mountains fell and covered him completely, his heart began to settle at ease.
Watching Tom get smashed under the mountains, Bon Vincent started to mutter to himself.
"What a shame. He could have continued to rule the world outside for another one hundred years, but it seems that greed had gotten into his heart."
Just when he was about to turn and walk away, he started to hear the sound of cracking and things breaking.
Crack!
Around Tom, the thousands of heavenly mountains began to break, as if they were never there in the first place.
During the short time when the mountains covered him, Tom thought about how amusing this place was; creating an entire sea with a thought and making worlds disappear in a second.
It was so simple, yet for most, even if they knew it was all a dream, they would inevitably get crushed under the weight of the mountains as they left nothing behind.
But Tom wasn't going to give Bon Vincent the upper hand.
This place wasn't under Bon Vincent's control or anyone's, for that matter.
Just as Bon Vincent could create an entire lifetime to stay with his lover, Tom could do the same.
On the other side, when Bon Vincent saw the mountains disappear just like that, he sensed, even though a deep part of him refused to believe it, that this was not a fight he could win.
And even if he gave it his all and tried to continue, the conclusion would still be the same: he would be the one to be crushed.
Quickly, he raised both of his arms in a praying position and started to chant in an archaic language that didn't belong to this world, or any that Tom had been to.
He shouted and prayed with all his might, thinking Tom would try to stop him.
Strangely enough, despite knowing what was going on, Tom stayed where he was.
Bon Vincent's expression would truly fall if he knew that what he was bringing here with his own hands was the final thing Tom needed for his plan.
Why would Tom stop him, since the fish were about to get caught in his net really soon?
A few moments passed with nothing happening.
At first, Bon Vincent didn't look bothered, but quickly his sense of victory turned into fear.
His eyes quickly turned bloodshot as he started looking around frantically, trying to find a hint of their presence.
Just when he was about to lose all hope, things subtly but quickly began to change.
The webs of the white tree stopped moving in fear.
The crimson sky turned into a seven-colored one, where the hues intermixed into a hollow void in the center.
And from it…
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Seven giant hands plunged out of the void, trying to reach this world.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on whose side you were on, the remaining laws of reality stood as if they were reflecting the last hint of the remaining dignity of this world and its spirit to keep on fighting, even when the result was already known.
They prevented them from fully descending.
The gods were only able to project parts of their true forms.
Still, they believed that was more than enough to crush a weak ant.
The only reason they came with their true forms was to finally finish this world, since they had already depleted most of its resources, and now it had simply become too much of a headache.
From the void, a feminine voice, full of wrath and rage, spoke.
"Is that thy last hope, Eldervale? Sending forth another child after the last so soon? Thou would think thee had learned thy lesson by now."
Hearing that voice alone would make anyone kneel in fear, as if you were standing before a presence that could not be defiled.
When the first voice stopped speaking, another masculine voice followed.
"It matters not. The end is now."
Without wasting any more time, the giant palm descended on top of Tom.
As the palm descended, it looked like the end of the world was here.
Cracks spread from the ground to the sky, leaving only a small floating island in the void with a white tree at its center.
Even though Tom had removed Bon Vincent's mountains, now the situation was different.
This time, he wasn't facing the will of a mortal.
He was facing the combined will of the seven gods.
They were the very gods who had caused this world to fall and who were feared in many other worlds.