Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 709: Gone With The Wind

Chapter 709: Gone With The Wind

Yarin's POV:

The departure of the goddess was silent and effortless, and my attempts to grasp anything were futile.

A gentle breeze passed, and the garden's lotuses quietly withered, creating a rain of colorful petals floating down gracefully.

I covered my heart, feeling a new rhythm pulsating within it. The sense of emptiness and loss overwhelmed me, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

I knew that we, the werewolf pack, and I had permanently lost a precious treasure.

The goddess's departure was like the last ray of moonlight before dawn, selflessly offering all her brilliance to the world, leaving only a hint of reluctance, and then quietly departing.

This eternal night garden lost its owner from then on, leaving only lonely branches and withered leaves witnessing its past glory.

Spil nudged me with its furry head and said, "Don't cry. The goddess has just left, but she will return one day."

"But she's gone, and there will never be another Moon Goddess in this world," I sobbed. "How could the goddess die? How could a god die?"

"The goddess said that everything has an end, and she has only reached her own endpoint."

I looked at the shiny black giant wolf in confusion and asked, "The goddess died, aren't you sad?"

"Of course, I'm sad, but I mourned many years ago. The goddess informed everyone in this garden of her departure, not wanting us to be heartbroken, so she gave us more time to accept this."

"Then have the goddess's servants and warriors also left? Why are you still here?"

"They didn't leave; they returned to the human world per the goddess's wish so as not to guard a palace that would never open again. As for me, child, I am the goddess's spear, her weapon. A weapon never leaves its owner, even in the moment of destruction."

"What about your lover? What will happen to her?"

"That's also her wish."

Clearly, Spil had already made up his mind for death. After the goddess's departure, he would coexist and perish in this desolate place outside of time.

"You should leave now." Spil nudged me again, urging me to walk out of the flowerbed. "After the goddess's departure, this place won't hold for long. You must leave before everything collapses, or else you won't be able to leave at all."

I ran a few steps out of the flowerbed, and Spil was still sitting there when I looked back.

Meeting my gaze, it wagged its tail and said, "Go on, child, carry the goddess's final blessing and bravely continue your journey in this world."

Tears filled my eyes again, and in the blur, I seemed to see that tall and handsome young man who grew up in nature, died at the hands of his beloved, and obtained love and happiness at the end of the world.

And now, he stood calmly on the verge of the collapsing flower pavilion, neither sad nor excited, neither happy nor angry, maintaining a serene balance as if everything was still the early morning when the sun first rose in that forest. But he was about to meet the moment to change his destiny forever.

For this, he had already paid the price.

I ran a few steps back, my heart struggling intensely, and then I abruptly stopped.

I couldn't bear to watch him die like this. I couldn't bear to see him buried with the collapse of everything. And I certainly couldn't bear to witness this courtyard that had carried countless stories vanish.

Spil, the goddess, and all the other servants, warriors, and maidens I had never met before had all existed, and this garden was their only witness.

How could I watch it disappear into endless solitude, turning myths into mere myths, legends into mere legends? In a hundred or a thousand years, everything would be stored in a museum's database as antiques or fossils, but no one would ever comprehend the wind, frost, rain, and joys and sorrows contained within.

I saw it. I was not powerless, and I had to do something about it.

As I turned and ran back, Spil stood in confusion and anxiously said, "What are you doing? Child, hurry and leave. Your mother is waiting for you out there. Don't make her sad!"

"Mom won't be sad because I will leave safely," I dodged Spil's attempt to grab my collar with its sharp teeth and said, "And you, Spil, you will also be safe. This courtyard and this land will be safe. I will free all of you from solitude. The goddess will not be forgotten, you will not be forgotten, and nothing here will be forgotten."

"What are you saying? Are you crazy?" Spil widened its eyes and growled softly, "Hurry, this place won't hold much longer. Don't be stubborn, child!"

I ignored its words, feeling the burning heart in my chest, knowing I was doing the right thing.

I could sense the gift the goddess had given me, eager to be unleashed. It was a lock but also a weapon, a book, or a door. It could become anything I desired. It was the goddess's blessing, a privilege granted to me.