A Chemist's Interstellar Saga

Chapter 222: Truth Of Her Transmigration
Chapter 222: Truth Of Her Transmigration

Meanwhile, just as Arix was teetering on the brink of death, the Moon’s Blessing—the sapphire necklace she always wore—erupted in a brilliant light. A surge of power exploded from the gem, enveloping her in its protective embrace.

This sapphire energy wasn’t just a shield; it waged a fierce battle against another force—a sinister white energy trying to snuff out Arix’s life.

As the struggle continued, both forces began to weaken, but the sapphire’s power ultimately won out, swallowing the white energy whole.

However, this victory came at a cost. The Moon’s Blessing, once vibrant and full of life, dimmed, its brilliant blue fading until it was nothing more than a dull, transparent stone.

With the gem’s transformation, Arix’s ragged breathing slowly steadied, returning to a normal rhythm.

Far away in the Empire, at the exact moment the sapphire lost its glow, Cassian, who had been resting peacefully, suddenly snapped awake.

A golden pattern flickered to life on his forehead, and in an instant, the youthful features of the young Cassian were replaced by those of a mature, formidable man.

Cassian’s eyes, now a piercing gold, held a depth of power and authority. His short hair cascaded into long, white locks, and his once boyish face now carried the cold, awe-inspiring presence of someone touched by the divine.

Barefoot, he stepped onto the small balcony outside his room. His golden eyes glowed faintly as he gazed into the night, his voice low but laced with a deadly warning, ”Do not touch her. This is your final warning.”

With that, Cassian’s form reverted back to that of a 15-year-old. Like a marionette, he returned to his bed, falling back into a deep sleep as if nothing had happened.

In a distant realm, a god with a cold, solitary look slowly wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. A bitter smile twisted his lips as he sneered, ”So, the divine child is angry—how amusing.”

Meanwhile, in the Empire, deep within the Moon Goddess Temple...

Vezgor was in the midst of a solemn prayer when, out of nowhere, he coughed up blood.

His once vibrant complexion faded in an instant, the weight of years seemingly crashing down on him. But his thoughts weren’t on himself; they were far away, in the direction of the Alliance.

”Arix,” he murmured, the worry evident in his voice.

After a moment, Vezgor, now appearing much older, wiped the blood from his lips.

Without delay, he left the temple and headed to his usual retreat. Inside his private quarters, he retrieved an opticomputer from a drawer and made a call to someone he had always carried a deep burden of guilt for.

Fleur’s face soon appeared on the screen. She looked anxious, almost as if she had been expecting the call. ”Did something happen to Arix again?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Her use of the word ”again” wasn’t without reason.

More than one decade ago, something eerily similar had happened. Her once lively and full-of-life daughter had suddenly collapsed without warning.

Arix’s breathing had grown fainter by the minute, and no amount of intervention seemed to help. Doctors, healers—nothing worked. Until, out of the blue, this man, whom Fleur had never seen before, appeared at her daughter’s side.

It was the robes he wore that gave him away. The moment Fleur saw the garb of a pontifex, she realized this man was her estranged father. Yet, even as he looked down at his dying granddaughter, his face remained cold, detached, as if what he saw didn’t touch him at all.

Fleur would never forget how he barely glanced at Arix before turning to her with an icy stare. ”She wasn’t meant to exist in this world,” Vezgor had said, his voice void of emotion.

The shock of his words ignited a fire in Fleur. She had already been on edge, but now she was furious. ”Arix is my daughter. I love her and raised her with my life. Who are you to say she shouldn’t exist?” she had snapped back, her voice filled with rage.

But Vezgor didn’t argue. He only laid out two options. One was to let nature take its course, allowing Arix to die. The other was to send her soul temporarily to another world, promising it would return in time.

Fleur had felt cornered. The choice was impossible, but as she watched her daughter’s life slipping away, she made the painful decision to accept the second option.

The next day, Arix’s body had recovered, though those who knew her noticed a stark change in her personality. They assumed it was a result of her close brush with death, but Fleur knew the truth—her daughter’s soul had been replaced.

So when ”Arix” vanished later on, Fleur had managed to keep her emotions in check, continuing her life as if nothing had happened.

Back in the present, Fleur snapped out of her memories and focused on her father’s face on the screen. She couldn’t hold back any longer. ”You promised Arix would be safe after you sent her away ten years ago. What’s changed? Why is she in danger now?”

Vezgor met his daughter’s gaze with a calmness that only deepened her frustration. ”The force that wants Arix dead is too strong,” he said evenly. ”I can no longer protect her. We must find someone else who can.”

”Who?” Fleur asked, her voice steady despite the storm of doubt brewing inside her.

For all his flaws, Vezgor was undeniably the most powerful being in this world. If even he couldn’t keep Arix safe, Fleur couldn’t imagine who could.

”Cassian, the crown prince of the Empire,” Vezgor replied with absolute seriousness. There was no hint of humor in his tone. ”If Arix becomes engaged to him, their destinies will intertwine, and that will be enough to shield her.”

Fleur’s immediate reaction was disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Arix was so young! The idea of her daughter being engaged at such a young age seemed beyond reason.

”This is the only way to protect her,” Vezgor said, his voice weighted with the gravity of the situation. ”Otherwise, Arix will die this year.”

On the other end of the call, Fleur fell silent. The weight of his words pressed down on her, leaving her at a loss.

After a long, tense pause, she finally spoke, her voice rough with emotion. ”Is there no other way?”

Vezgor closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. The entity hunting Arix was no mere mortal—it was a true deity. And besides Cassian, who carried the soul of a god within him, Vezgor could think of no one else capable of shielding his granddaughter from such divine wrath.

”I understand. Thank you, Father,” Fleur whispered, her voice resigned, before ending the call.

The word ”Father” struck Vezgor. It was the first time Fleur had ever called him that, and for a moment, he was stunned.

A flicker of joy lit up his face, but it was quickly overshadowed by another violent coughing fit. Blood spattered his hands as he struggled to catch his breath.

He stared down at the blood, a grim reminder of his own mortality. ”There’s not much time left,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

After a moment of contemplation, Vezgor wiped the blood away, pushing aside his thoughts of weakness. He raised his eyes to the night sky, where the stars twinkled like distant memories.

A soft, almost wistful smile touched his lips as he murmured, ”Just a little longer, my love. I’ll be there with you soon.”

In the depths of his weary eyes, he could almost see a vision of two young tiger cubs, frolicking under the same night sky—just as they had done in the days of their youth.