Chapter 448
And unfortunately, Xavier could not decipher what it truly was.
He could not pierce the veil of mystery that shrouded the true essence of Theo and Aldraya.
He could only confirm with the entirety of his being that the idea, core, or concept transmitted through the aura of their presence occupied a position equal to the weakest fragment of Quil-Hasa—an avatar—or perhaps even equal to Quil-Hasa's original power itself.
"Just like a three-dimensional being looking at a two-dimensional shadow."
In the distance, from a place quite far away yet still clear enough to be seen by the eyes, a scene unfolded that Xavier had never expected to appear at such a critical moment.
A samurai with disheveled hair stood firmly upon the expanse of reality that had begun to tremble due to the ongoing evolutionary process.
His posture was stiff yet calm.
Like a warrior who had waited thousands of years for this moment.
On the same side, a sixteen-year-old girl remained wrapped in the Star Academy's party dress.
A garment that did not merely adorn her, but also recorded her transition from an ordinary student toward a far greater destiny.
The girl's hair was stirred by a faint wind whose origin was unknown.
Her eyes stared directly toward Xavier with an intensity that made the air around her feel heavy with invisible pressure.
Yes, the two of them were none other than Theo Vkytor and Aldraya Kansh Que.
Two beings who had long been the greatest source of Xavier's unease.
Two entities whose aura carried a mysterious resonance equal to the weakest fragment of Quil-Hasa.
They had not arrived by coincidence.
They had not appeared without purpose.
They were not standing there without a clear reason.
Following Theo's instruction for Aldraya to observe Xavier from beginning to end, from the very moment Xavier decided to visit this silent planet, from the moment he first touched the pyramid and sat upon that empty throne, from the moment he became immersed in the endless whirlpool of past memories, they had already been there.
Watching from afar.
Monitoring every movement.
Recording every change.
And now, as Xavier repeated his evolutionary act that would allow him to step directly onto the Land of the Gods, as the transformation process reached its peak and the nature of his presence shifted toward a higher plane of existence, they remained faithful to that task.
Still observing.
Still paying attention.
Still missing not a single detail of what was unfolding.
The way they observed was not ordinary.
It was not simply watching with naked eyes and hoping to grasp what was happening.
Theo and Aldraya used something far deeper, far stronger, far more absolute than mere physical sight.
Resolve.
Will.
Intent.
And Ambition.
Those four elements within them became the foundation.
Four fundamental pillars that functioned as Theo's unseen hands when he writes.
Four ideas that, when united, could pierce even the thickest layers of reality.
With Resolve they focused their entire existence upon a single point.
With Will they forced reality itself to submit to what they desired.
With Intent they directed their energy toward a precise purpose.
With Ambition they pushed the boundaries of possibility until nothing remained impossible.
And through those four pillars they observed the evolution Xavier was currently undergoing.
They examined every change.
They felt every vibration.
They understood every layer of meaning hidden behind the immensely complex process of transformation.
The purpose of this observation was not personal satisfaction.
Not mere curiosity.
But a fundamental necessity for their own existence.
They wished to understand how Xavier could exist within the Land of the Gods.
How he could reach a level where the five layers of the Golden of Box were no longer binding realities but merely dreams to be manipulated at will.
They wished to witness directly how a three-dimensional being perceives a two-dimensional being.
How a higher reality views a lower one.
How absolute freedom feels for those who have escaped every chain of causality.
"I am grateful to be allowed to witness such a miracle."
At first, neither of the observers spoke.
Only a deep and dense silence filled the distance separating them from the vortex of evolution unfolding before them.
Theo Vkytor, his messy hair stirred by a thin wind from another dimension, appeared deeply delighted by the evolutionary process Xavier was undergoing.
An expression shone upon his face that was difficult to describe.
A mixture of admiration.
Satisfaction.
And anticipation.
His eyes glimmered with a strange light never seen in ordinary humans.
He watched every stage of the transformation attentively.
Like an art collector observing a masterpiece being created before his eyes.
Like a teacher proudly watching his favorite student reach the highest level of understanding.
Meanwhile beside him, Aldraya Kansh Que stood with the same flat expression and demeanor that had defined her since the moment she first appeared at the Star Academy.
The sixteen-year-old girl merely watched.
Merely observed.
Merely served as a silent witness to the grand event taking place.
There was no joy in her eyes.
No fear.
No hatred.
Only perfect emptiness.
Like an ocean that had never known storms.
At the center of that vortex of evolution, Xavier XVII remained enveloped by a yellowish aura that grew brighter with every passing moment.
Stronger.
More absolute.
That aura did not merely function as protection or as a source of energy.
It also became a medium for something far more abstract and sacred.
From within the yellow aura, subtle vibrations repeatedly emerged.
If translated into human language, they would resemble prayers.
Expressions of gratitude.
Praises directed toward Xavier XVII himself.
No one knew where those vibrations came from.
No one knew what beings were chanting them.
No one knew why they praised Xavier in the final moments before he truly left this reality.
What could be seen was only that the yellow aura seemed alive.
It breathed.
It pulsed.
It communicated in ways that could only be understood by those who had reached certain levels of consciousness.
And Theo, with all the uniqueness he possessed, seemed to deeply enjoy that symphony of praise.
He appreciated every vibration of prayer.
He honored the sacred moment when a being bid farewell to the reality that had sheltered him for so long.
Finally, after the evolutionary process had continued for so long, after the yellow aura reached the peak of its brilliance, after the final prayers echoed within the space between existence and nothingness, Xavier vanished from the sight of Theo and Aldraya, who still existed within the highest layer of the Golden of Box.
There was no explosion.
No flash of light.
No dramatic sign of departure.
He simply vanished.
Like morning mist swept away by the rising sun.
Like a dream that disappears the moment one awakens.
Like a final breath that never returns.
But for Theo and Aldraya, that departure was not the end of their observation.
Through RWIA, their vision never truly lost Xavier's trace.
RWIA pierced the boundaries of reality.
It passed through dimensional barriers.
It penetrated the veils that had long separated the Golden of Box from the Land of the Gods.
And with ease it found Xavier once more.
Now standing at the edge of the Land of the Gods.
Ready to begin a new chapter in his eternal wandering.
To be continued…