Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

212 Reunion

The sky was dark and ominous, filled with thousands of ravens cawing and hissing as they gathered in a cloud above.

The prophet, who was in a state of God’s Descent, went pale as she sensed the astonishing aura in the distance. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing and opened her mouth a few times to ask questions, but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to do so. She knew that asking questions would reveal her own strength.

But how did the other person accomplish all of this?

“Moon Realm domain… Black Crow Gaze… But how is this possible…” she muttered to herself, trying to understand.

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The palace of Moonlaw City was like a floating island made of chalk, hovering above a turbulent sea. It was impossible for this surreal scene to exist under the rules of Currere. Even the greatest magic spells couldn’t create such a dreamlike landscape.

Only in the Moon Realm, a world that reflected the wild thoughts of mortals, could such a thing appear.

Then, this begged the question… How did he do it?

The girl wondered, holding her cracked weapon defensively as she tried to figure it out.

This was the Ava State, a place that most Moon Realm beings couldn’t reach without the protection of the Primordial Souls. Yet the person in front of her had moved the Moonlaw City palace from one place to another with ease, as if it were a child’s toy.

Not only that, but even on the Vic Continent, the Void Sovereigns couldn’t do this without the help of Moon Realm rifts.

The prophet of Holy Spirit Terra was speechless with shock, but someone present was even more surprised.

Remides looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery outside the window, and the weak lighthouse standing at the end of the storm, and hesitantly asked the person beside her, “Presiding Judge, is this really Black Crow Gaze…”

Remides stood in front of the storm and lighthouse, long-forgotten memories flooding back to her. She remembered watching her friend walk to his death in this very storm, a death that lasted over 800 years. And now, she had returned to this place, never expecting to see it again.

“That’s right. This is the real Black Crow Gaze,” William said calmly, his distant voice pulling Remides out of her thoughts.

“But after Blake died, the contract that allowed the Black Crow Gaze to appear in Ava State should have expired,” she pointed out.

The reason why Black Crow Gaze’s Moon Realm domain could be projected onto Ava State was because she signed the contract representing the Mist and Fire Spirits as the governor with the Father of the Crows. Before the lives of either party reached the end, the storm from Black Crow Gaze would protect Ava State.

Remides remembered the pressure of the Riel Empire’s army at the time and how she had successfully convinced the newly reestablished Mooncycle Council after the assassination to sign the contract, making it the only cooperation between Ava State and a high-level Moon Realm existence in history.

But even so, the Mooncycle Council had their doubts. Firstly, they didn’t think the mortal known as the Father of the Crows would last long, but they underestimated him. He survived for over 800 years, outlasting all the other senators of the Mooncycle Council.

Secondly, even if the other party had ulterior motives, as long as they ensured that Remides was under their control, they could still terminate the contract at any time.

This also allowed Remides to rule over Ava State for over 800 years. However, now that the storm has passed, she has lost control of Ava State.

Theoretically speaking, her contract with the Father of the Crows had been terminated. It was impossible to temporarily pull the entire palace to Black Crow Gaze through a coordinate…

Remides looked at William in confusion. The latter smiled and said, “I asked him about this before. As long as you’re alive and still have the legal identity as governor, this contract is still in effect, right?”

“That’s true, but who is the ‘he’ you’re talking about?” Remides asked, a ridiculous possibility coming to mind.

Before William could answer, someone else spoke up. A whirlwind of ravens rushed into the throne room through the shattered stained glass window. Among the blood-red eyes and fluttering black feathers, a tall man in a black robe emerged. It was none other than Blake.

“Blake…” Remides uttered.

“Long time no see, Ms. Ranger.”

The Black Swordsman, Blake Saba, materialized out of thin air, dropping in between Morton and the prophet. But he paid no attention to their confrontation, instead turning to William and Remides with a relaxed expression. He nodded slightly and greeted them.

Remides was stunned. Though Blake looked paler than she remembered and his once-black eyes had turned amber like a bird of prey, she was sure it was him.

She had thought she was the last surviving Judge of this era, a relic out of place in the modern world. But now, in her darkest hour, when she was ready to sacrifice herself for a chance to bring back her old ideals, a miracle had occurred. The legend who had been missing for a thousand years had returned, and so had the hero who had long been sacrificed.

She was reunited with her former Judgment companions at the moment she needed them most. Though her heart had all but dried up after a thousand years, this shock was enough to set it rippling once more.

“I had actually planned to bring Blake here to help, but the fusion between the Black Crow Gaze and the Dawn Fortress is still ongoing and the Grief Mountains are too unstable,” William explained. “As the new head of the Dawn Fortress, Blake can’t leave just yet.”

“We’ll explain that later,” Blake said, extending his hand. Countless black feathers spun in his palm, forming a scabbard. He drew a black, two-handed heavy sword adorned with crow wings. “Just tell me which one needs to stay dead or alive—one or two?”

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