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Chapter 1439: The Last of the Three Chiefs

The humming inside the space stopped all at once.

The silence it left behind was enormous.

Celine looked at the woman standing before her and felt tears she no longer had the body to shed. The urge to reach out was immediate and physical — she extended her tentacles partway before she saw them, crude and shapeless, and stopped.

Eleanor crossed the remaining distance herself. She took Celine’s tentacles into her hands without hesitation.

“This isn’t my first time encountering a carrier. What are you ashamed of?”

Her inflection hadn’t changed. Four centuries, and the warmth in it was unchanged.

Celine could no longer hold anything back. She spread all her tentacles and pulled Eleanor into an embrace.

“Can you explain everything to me now?” Eleanor asked, and there was a laugh in it.

“My Lady — tell me the situation outside first.” The mission surfaced through the emotion like a rock through water. The space of consciousness still existed, which meant the Deity of Gods had not crashed as the enemy intended. But she needed to hear it directly.

“It’s still descending, but the speed should be within safe range before it reaches the ground.” Eleanor paused. “Now — this object was built by the demons? I see many God’s Punishment Witches. Are we at a point where we can actually assault and occupy a demon city? So Alice… in the end… she succeeded.”

The relief that moved through Celine was the quiet kind, the kind that comes after you’ve stopped bracing. “About that — the situation isn’t quite as you’re imagining, and explaining it all will take some time.”

“A consciousness exchange is best suited to lengthy reports.” Eleanor sighed. “Come. I’m ready.”

“Yes.” Celine inclined her main tentacle. “I’ll start from when you successfully merged with the central carrier…”


The account took a long time.

“I see.” Eleanor’s voice, when she spoke again, carried the weight of someone who had received more than they’d prepared for. “In the end, it was neither Alice nor Natalia who won — humans actually built an entirely new system. Though I am genuinely curious: was such an extraordinary person truly produced from among the ordinary humans?”

“It took us considerable time to accept that ourselves. It was Agatha who originally began recruiting ordinary humans, and who adapted quickly to the changing circumstances. Without the connections she built, I don’t think the process would have been possible.”

“I remember that name.” Eleanor blinked. “She was the young Awakened genius.”

“You remember her.” Celine was surprised. “She’s the only Witch from our time who has maintained her original appearance.” A hesitation moved through her. “Lady Eleanor — are you able to recall your memories clearly, after merging with the central carrier?”

Eleanor shook her head. “Honestly — I’m not certain who I am. The name Eleanor isn’t entirely accurate, because I’m also Cheryl, Jasmine, and Salice. All the Witches who merged with the central carrier make up the me that exists now. I remember everything before the merging. Nothing afterward. It’s difficult to describe. Chaotic and layered — not like seeing or speaking. More like my consciousness was peeled apart into many sections, and only a portion of it remains coherent.” She was quiet briefly. “If I search through what I can access, the clearest things are the analysis of magic power cores and the computations.”

“Then how did you come here?” Celine asked.

“I’m not entirely sure. I suppose — when you see a beam of light tearing through chaos, you move toward it at any cost, don’t you?”

I see. And to me, you were that light too.

Celine held that thought without speaking it. After a moment she pushed down the emotion and let her mind work through the implications.

The smoothness of Eleanor’s arrival — the way the connection had opened — was probably connected to Nassaupelle’s alterations on the Mother of Soul. Compared to the underground civilization’s central carrier, this vessel was likely more compatible with their consciousness. Mask had many minds and would have encountered his own variant of Eleanor’s chaos — if he hadn’t adjusted for it, the accumulated consciousnesses would have consumed him before his plan could succeed. The modifications he’d made for his own stability had inadvertently created something better suited for Eleanor.

When the network collapsed, Eleanor would have been drawn from it automatically. Now she resided in the demons’ Mother of Soul. The carrier in Neverwinter was an empty shell again.

After Celine shared the analysis, Eleanor nodded. “I think so too. Who would have thought that after such a long separation, the first thing I’d do is become a demon.” Something that might have been wry moved across her face. “Mask’s alterations were thorough. This vessel can’t even move — as though it was deliberate.”

Immobility meant no signals out. No one would notice what had changed inside the obelisk. So long as the Red Mist continued to be produced, the Mother of Soul would be left undisturbed — a blind spot Mask had unknowingly built into his own architecture.

“As long as we know who you are, the vessel doesn’t matter.” Celine felt something close to brightness move through her. “Once the other Witches from the merging hear of this, it will need to be acknowledged openly — and when we return to Neverwinter, Pasha and the rest will be overjoyed.”

“I wish to see them too.” Eleanor’s gaze moved to some distance Celine couldn’t follow. “But I can’t travel that far.”

“Why?”

“The God’s Stone mine beneath the obelisk is nearly spent. It will lose effectiveness very soon. The Mother of Soul will die with it. It is still a demon, ultimately — it can’t move as freely as a carrier.” The words were gentle. Not performing acceptance, but genuinely carrying it. “The last thing I can do for all of you is ensure this city lands slowly.”

Celine froze.

She had forgotten — she had actually forgotten. The Deity of Gods’s ability to ascend beyond its limit and fall rapidly had been driven by the overdraft of the God’s Stone mine. And her own amplification of the obelisk, reaching west through the network to find Eleanor, had consumed what little remained. Irreversible, whether Mask’s Plan B succeeded or failed.

“Don’t be sad.” Eleanor closed her eyes. “Your determination gave me the chance to see this world again. And unlike four centuries ago, there is real hope for humanity this time. That is enough.”

“But—”

Eleanor raised her hand. “In fact, this isn’t the worst outcome. If I don’t appear, nothing changes. But if I return — who can say what complications follow? I might only introduce harm where there is presently none.”

“How could that be possible?” Celine’s main tentacle moved in protest. “Everyone would be inspired—”

“You mentioned the current leader of the Witches is an ordinary human king. What will cross his mind when he learns that one of the Three Chiefs of the Union has appeared on the battlefield? Who Taquila should listen to — would his opinion carry less weight? Even if you deny it, you cannot remove that doubt from the equation. Over time it becomes a fracture. You’ve spent your life focused on the study of magic power, Celine, so this kind of thing isn’t where your thinking naturally goes. But it is real. Maintaining the status quo is the safer choice.”

Celine had no answer ready.

“I understood one thing after Alice and Natalia fell.” Eleanor sighed. “I am a Transcendent — but I was never a qualified leader. That might have been an advantage in some settings, but it is not suited to guiding others. When the Union was on the verge of collapse, I remained passive. I never made a decision. That itself was abandoning my responsibility.”

“My Lady—”

“Don’t console me. At that moment — whether I had supported the Queen of Starfall City or the Queen of Sunchaser — either choice would have made it two against one. In that configuration, the Union might not have crumbled. But when faced with a decision that would shape the entire future of the race, I chose to make no position at all. The ending became irreversible because of that silence.” Her gaze went somewhere inward. “Merging with the central carrier was the only way I could make up for it — gathering all the remaining wills together was how I finally became certain of my own judgment. I am not suited to be one of the Three Chiefs. Even returned to the past, I could never have led anyone to a better future.” She paused. “Accompany me a while longer, before the obelisk collapses.”

“We can talk for as long as you want.” Celine steadied her voice. “But if I do nothing now, I will regret it. Regardless of everything else — I hope you will explain everything to Roland.”

“Celine—”

“Perhaps you’re right. But that reasoning comes from the perspective of a King.” Her main tentacle lowered. Firm. “At the very least, he is somewhat like you. If you say you were never suited to be one of the Three Chiefs — then he is the most unsuitable King I have ever encountered.”

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