Hitman with a Badass System - Chapter 1325

Chapter 1325 The Fate of Edwina Wraith

Michael remembered vividly his confrontations with the Celestial Cannon. The first time he faced it, the weapon's immense power and deadly radiance overwhelmed him. He recalled the harrowing moment when Rowena sacrificed herself by jumping in front of the beam to save him. Although Michael had doubts about the finality of Rowena's fate, he couldn't deny the cannon's destructive capabilities.

The second time, when the Skyhall wielded the cannon again, it was Mugashuku who intervened. The ancient hydra rose from his slumber, turning the cannon against its creators in a dramatic twist. The cannon was then teleported back to Skyhall headquarters, leaving Michael certain he hadn't seen the last of it.

"Fuck," Michael muttered under his breath, his curse echoing faintly in the tense air.

"I... I created the Celestial Cannon?" Elidyr's voice broke through his shock, a clear tone of disbelief marking his words.

"Hmm," Wulfric simply nodded, allowing a moment for Elidyr to digest the heavy revelation. As Elidyr grappled with his past deeds, the battle outside between Skyhall's angels and Nithroel reached a critical peak. Just moments before Elidyr had summoned Michael, he was on the verge of a showdown with Azurith. Unexpectedly, the ancient dragon and his army retreated, a move that baffled Michael. Initially, he had thought the dragon's retreat was the day's most shocking event, but that paled in comparison to the revelations about Elidyr.

"Itonys, being brothers, creator of the Celestial Cannon... What a crazy day," Michael smirked, his tone mixing amusement with the weight of the day's revelations.

"What happened next?" Elidyr pressed Wulfric for more. Rread latest chapters at n/ov(e)lbin(.)co/m

Due to his anticipation for Wulfric's next words, Michael temporarily forgot about the battle raging outside. He was confident that the Skyhall angels were no match for Nithroel, the Goddess of Hunt, allowing him to focus entirely on Wulfric's story.

"What you created to destroy the Skyhall, along with several blacksmiths, ended up being the most powerful weapon in the Skyhall's arsenal... The Skyhall, always resorting to any means necessary to achieve their goals, used someone you held dear..."

"Edwina..." Elidyr cut in, finishing Wulfric's sentence. The mention of the name shifted gears in Michael's mind. Edwina Wraith was not only a founder of the Order of Death but also the first Wraith of the bloodline that would eventually become the Ashtons—the royal bloodline of Nagaland. In other words, she was Gaya's ancestor and Elidyr's lover.

"They captured her...used her as a hostage in exchange for the Celestial Cannon. You had already lost your parents and blamed yourself. So you couldn't stand to watch Edwina die too. That's why you handed over the cannon," Wulfric explained, his voice tinged with regret and pain. Michael could tell that even after all these years, these events were still raw in Wulfric's heart. He also understood why Elidyr would have given up the cannon; his love for Edwina was evident.

Every time Elidyr looked at Gaya, Edwina's descendant, it was clear. He regarded Gaya almost as if she were his own daughter. Despite Elidyr's stoicism and the walls he built around his heart, Michael could still see the fatherly love he held for Gaya simply because she was the descendant of his beloved Edwina.

"Don't blame him..." Elidyr interjected, startling everyone, including Michael.

Honestly, Michael had expected Elidyr to lose his cool and lunge at Wulfric again. Yet he did the opposite, even stopping Lane from showering Wulfric with disdainful remarks. At that moment, Michael sensed something had changed within Elidyr—perhaps an overwhelming mix of regret, sadness, or a burning desire to set things right.

"It's not his fault... Wulfric, tell me, what more did I do?" Elidyr asked.

"Are you sure about this, Elidyr? I don't think you should hear any more. It's going to fuck you up in the head if it hasn't already," Michael tried to persuade Elidyr to reconsider, but the latter was as stubborn as Michael had expected.

"No, I want to hear everything. It's time to stop running and face the consequences," Elidyr said firmly, nodding at Wulfric to continue.

"When I returned to the mortal realm, I didn't find the brother I left behind. Instead, I saw a man shattered by his own guilt and despair, teetering on the brink of self-destruction. Despite our weakness against the Skyhall, I wanted to help you. I intended to leave Skyhall, but you wouldn't have it. You were too afraid that they might turn their wrath on me as well. You couldn't bear the thought of losing another person you cared about, yet you couldn't live with the memories either. One day, I found you attempting to end your own life," Wulfric recounted, pausing to collect himself before continuing.

"You were utterly broken, haunted by relentless nightmares. Even in that desperate moment, you couldn't follow through with ending your life, so you asked me for another way out. You asked me to lock away your memories and deliver you to Skyhall. It was your method of self-punishment, a way to preserve some semblance of sanity. You believed that retaining those memories would eventually drive you to suicide. So, you chose to have them sealed away, to spare yourself and perhaps delay a fate you felt was inevitable,"

After Wulfric's words echoed through the hall, a profound silence settled over everyone. Even the graduates, who had been eager to confront Elidyr moments earlier, now felt a pang of empathy towards him. They began to see that perhaps the Dark Lord and his followers weren't the true embodiments of evil. Elidyr, digesting his past anew, knew too well what followed in his life—centuries pinned to a tree, plotting vengeance against Skyhall, blind to the blood that stained his own hands.

"Unlock those memories," Elidyr demanded, stepping forward.

"Whoa, that's not a good idea, Elidyr. Isn't hearing about it enough?" Michael tried to interject, but Elidyr was resolute.

"I need to face my past. Those memories are part of who I am... It's time I stopped running, stopped blaming others, and faced the music," Elidyr declared firmly, cutting off any possibility of debate. He then turned to Wulfric, his voice softening, almost to the point of pleading, "Unlock those memories. Be my brother one more time."

Despite the plea, Elidyr's tone carried the iron of his resolve, leaving Wulfric with no room to argue. Wulfric could only hope that Elidyr was truly prepared to confront his past.

"Very well. I will do as you wish," Wulfric conceded, recognizing the determination in his brother's eyes.