great-warnovel Chapter 316 Born from Light
Chapter 316 Born from Light
Chapter 316 Born from Light
The Dark Moon deity has departed, but Hermione's consciousness has fallen into a state of confusion and transcendence.
This is a crucial ascension, a transformation from an ordinary wizard to a great wizard, even without considering the moon's influence. In a sense, it is the process of embarking on the path to divinity.
Nia, Michaela, and everyone else who became candidates for godhood all started from here. However, compared to those who were born with unlimited talents, Hermione's progress was already quite slow. In fact, if it weren't for coming to this world, the fusion of two talented souls, and the distant help of the Faded Ones, an ordinary person would not be able to reach this level in their entire life.
At this moment, the essence of her life is being sublimated, her soul and consciousness are being baptized, becoming stronger, more resilient—and less human.
She didn't know if this was something all wizards had to go through, or if it was just her experience.
Her encounter with the Dark Moon instilled in her an inner resistance to such change—that Outer God who controlled spirituality, destiny, and even allure.
It can easily descend into her mental sea, and just as easily reverse her will.
Although the proud and friendly deities seem to disdain doing so, as it is said, mere existence already has meaning.
Darkmoon doesn't need to do anything; Hermione will unconsciously gravitate towards him. This is the natural attraction between the superior and the inferior; the souls of mortals will be drawn to the brilliance that represents the ultimate law, like moths to a flame.
She could hear the fierce fighting below, and the thick clouds above her head were almost torn apart, but she could do nothing but try to show her own light. Her consciousness would come together and then separate.
Sometimes she felt like she was alone, and sometimes she felt like she was part of a group of people.
Whether it was due to the fusion of two souls or because Pu Sheng was always like this, she discovered that she could talk to herself.
She is both independent and unified.
A heartbeat grew louder and louder, just like when I first completed Animagus.
Her consciousness, like a blind fish swimming in a rapid current, struggled to turn around and look at her own body.
The bright moon, the clouds that had been covering it, were slowly dissipating, and its light, expanding and contracting like breathing, was growing stronger and stronger.
Unaware that the people engaged in the battle were illuminating the entire battlefield with the moon overhead, its silvery glow seemingly coating everyone with a layer of frost.
No, Maria sensed it. As a ruthless individual and Hermione's shadow beast, she felt a surge of devout faith and a restless energy within her blood.
All of this made her involuntarily look up.
Her source of faith, her master in this life, the brown-haired witch who shelters werewolves, the majestic lady in the light, seems to be growing brighter and stronger.
"Where my moonlight shines, there shall be no tragedy." Maria's words suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Now, he must become stronger to fulfill this promise!"
With a wolf's howl, Maria burst out of the barrier and rushed into the battlefield.
"If you can't find meaning in yourself, then seek it in your faith!"
"Now is the time to put our faith into practice!"
Lily and Snape's super-sized Felix Felicis is nearing completion. Through the combined efforts of the two Potions Masters, they have finally extracted a thin wisp of golden light from the entire battlefield.
It was as if an invisible hand was drawing from the sky, and specks of golden light gathered from all directions, coalescing and twisting into a thin line.
"Severus, don't you feel that Hermione's moon is bigger and brighter?" Lily asked, puzzled.
But Snape, having severed his own arm, was now completely focused on potion-making, and had no energy left to pay attention to anything else.
"Never mind, Felix Felicis is only good for her." Lily thought to herself, waving her wand and guiding the golden light towards the radiant celestial body.
Hermione's feelings at that moment were neither good nor bad; she felt an increase in power and an expansion of her soul.
With lightning-fast thinking and a completely different perspective, she can weave magic at will. Spells and waving a wand become redundant. Everything seems to be controllable with her mind. All things in the world are ants under her will.
Previously, she could only barely understand Origin-level magic, but now she has mastered it completely. It seems that she can release it with just a wave of her hand whenever she wants.
Something called divinity is quietly taking shape within her body. This is not only a gift from the Dark Moon, but also the result of her own efforts. The magic from different worlds and the collision of different rules are mixed together, shaping a foundation for her to transcend the mortal world.
"I'm going to become a god," the thought popped into her head.
This means that even in the borderlands, she will be among the very best, and at the same time, it means that she has become the best vessel for the laws of the Outer Gods.
My heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger; the promotion seems to have reached a critical point.
However, her confused consciousness, like a seedling teetering in a storm, resisted the Dark Moon, making it difficult for her to firmly continue her advancement.
"If that would lead me to guilt, if that would make this world an era of stars, should I still continue?"
The heart of a strong person, that's what Dumbledore told her, the key to crossing that threshold, but if she starts to hesitate now, she's more likely to be overwhelmed by the laws of the Dark Moon and become a loyal dog under her dim moonlight.
Suddenly, a golden light enveloped his body from below.
A warm, powerful surge of heat came over me, as if I were soaking in a hot spring.
"This is..." Her gaze shifted downwards, landing on Lily and Snape, who were struggling to maintain the potion ritual.
Although she didn't know what kind of ritual it was, or what the golden light was, it seemed that her consciousness had been suddenly strengthened. Although it was still fragmented and chaotic, at least she was able to maintain her sense of self.
Suddenly, she felt her heart pounding at its limit, and something new seemed to be bursting forth from within her body!
Suddenly, a burst of light erupted, and the intense white light turned the battlefield from darkness into daylight almost instantly.
Everyone was momentarily blinded. This sudden change brought them all to a halt in their fighting. After struggling to regain their sight, they all turned their gaze to the bright celestial body in the sky. It was no longer the hazy moon from before, but a golden, magnificent, and beautiful moon.
A strange fluctuation emanated from the golden light, and the wizards felt their magic rapidly recovering. There seemed to be some lively element in the air, making the magic incredibly powerful.
And the werewolves, those who lost their minds because of the moonlight, those poor Muggles who transformed for the first time, all of them miraculously regained their sanity in the moonlight!
They gazed with satisfaction at the sacred and beautiful golden moon, in which a divine being stood amidst a giant lunar disc, his long hair flowing, exceptionally beautiful.
But Hermione herself had no time to pay attention to the battle below. She discovered a more serious problem: in front of her stood an invisible boy, one that only she could see.
The boy was about the same age as her, dressed in a luxurious white silk robe, with fair skin, handsome features, short black hair, and captivating dark eyes.
Although there was no communication, subconsciously she already knew who the other person was.
"My half-body—like Radagan to Marika, Torina to Michaela—"
"You—" She hadn't even finished speaking.
"My name is Hilmi, your other half." A clear and cheerful male voice flowed from his mouth, as if he knew Hermione's thoughts.
"He even gave himself a name!" the witch testified.