Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1649 - 92: The Worst Ending

After parting with Tilan, Prin and his group did not wait idly outside the Cave Church but chose to explore the half-collapsed giant tower.

"Were these steps carved by later inhabitants?" Walking on the perilous suspended path, Wade felt a sense of danger from the world below.

"Yes, these wooden wedges are inserted between the large stone bricks, forming the upward steps. It is said to have been here for hundreds of years, and later people just maintained and replaced them," the guide explained as she led the way.

"This place is really big." Misa gazed into the vast hollow space inside the tower, feeling as if one could hear echoes when speaking here.

"What was it originally built for?" He continued to inquire.

"For remembrance, to remember the victory over that dark era," another unfamiliar voice came from behind the steps.

Approaching them was a man dressed in a black robe and hood. He appeared quite aged, with a round bald head but a robust physique, making him resemble a hermit of rigorous practice.

"Hello, are you also a visitor here?" Que Lin uncharacteristically spoke up, intrigued by this guest.

"That's right, my name is Prince. I've traveled to many places and have a keen interest in some of the ancient history of the Federation." He paused and joined the group in gazing at the spacious corridors of the giant tower.

"Do you see the stone wall opposite you? There are still some remnants of murals, though they are quite blurred now due to the erosion of sand and wind."

"I see it," several people responded.

"There, once carved, were extremely terrifying yet memorable figures."

"What were they?"

"The interior of this tower once depicted 34 figures of the Black Sun and their favored ones, resembling a hall of demons. At the top of the tower, in the central dome, is an image of Isenisha," Prince explained as he walked.

"Is that so? I've been a tour guide for years, and I've never heard of this." The guide in front was quite surprised. Though skeptical, she wasn't entirely confident.

"Well, these things are, after all, long-buried history, and the carvings of the Black Sun in this structure have been highly controversial," Prince replied.

"If you had undergone an extremely painful experience, how would you handle it? Would you remember it as a lesson or completely forget it to avoid sorrow?"

"This..." His sudden question caught a few by surprise.

"Remember it, perhaps," Misa answered, touching her chin.

"Of course, forget it, otherwise, how could you enjoy life? Haha." Wade shrugged as he spread his hands.

"And you, Miss, which do you think is better?" Prince looked at the red-haired figure to the side, who was gazing at the distant scenery while leaning against the stone wall.

"Me? Haha, I'm too lazy to bother with such matters." Prin turned her head, her red eyes meeting Prince's, seemingly trying to see through his soul.

"I spoke too much," Prince bowed his head, offering her an apology.

Then he stopped his steps, no longer continuing, but instead watched as the others ascended the ancient stairs.

...

In the Cave Church, Tilan awoke from long-lost memories, opening her eyes, emotions swirling within them—surprise, astonishment, melancholy, helplessness, excitement, heaviness, enlightenment. Countless thoughts and notions swirled in her mind before quickly settling, finally forming into the tranquility in her eyes.

Her eyes blinked once more, and her expression returned to normal, her gaze lifting again, focusing on the sacred hymn sung on stage.

Come to think of it, this hymn should be an extremely ancient ritual. She's already discerned the hidden secret within the hymn. If an ordinary person were here, they'd probably only feel the hymn's ethereal sanctity with no other reaction, but if a songstress like her were present, they'd feel something else.

Do the priests here know she is a songstress, or are they merely carrying out the ritual through some sense? Tilan closed her eyes, extending and spreading her perception, encompassing the soul consciousness of thousands in the entire cave and even the entire valley.

In a sudden moment, her eyes narrowed, surprise sparking in her expression.

Without time to think further, she quickly crossed the church's hall, arriving at the side hall entrance. Before the young person guarding the door could stop her, she gracefully slipped past him like the wind.

Walking along the hanging corridor amid the mountainside, she came before an open door. Her steps suddenly halted but eventually stepped in gradually.

This was the other side of the Cave Church, spacious inside. On the front wall was a carving of an unknown goddess, her face already blurred, only her outspread wings exuding gentleness and compassion. Beneath this divine statue, a gray-haired man knelt on one knee, hands clasped in prayer, about to reach the final conclusion.

"…to mourn those sacrificial sages, please don't blame me, I will personally end this tragedy I started."

After speaking, this figure slowly stood up, standing with his back to Tilan for a long while, maintaining an extraordinarily long silence between them.

Slowly, he turned around, his face worn with the grooves and wrinkles left by time and experience.

"It's been a long time, Tilan."

This voice filled the girl's eyes gradually with emotion, she held back the excitement in her heart, fingers knitting together only to slowly relax again.

"Yes, Father." The term felt extraordinarily foreign, causing her pronunciation to be somewhat unstable.

"I'm deeply sorry; I'm not truly your father, just a man who made mistakes." His voice carried a profound heaviness.