The Primordial Record novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234 Last Wish

Dora heard that in the last moments of your death, your life would flash before your eyes, and it seemed that was the truth. But she was not ready to let go… not yet. Her stubbornness to cling to life even at the end was unflinching

Why fight the inevitable? She could no longer tell, she just wanted to get to the light she could see outside the door, she wanted to see it one last time… Of all the wishes, that should not be too much for the world to grant her, shouldn't it? She wished to just see the light one last time.

"Hey boss, see this little bitch squirm."

"Shut up Diggum, and get the ax, I want her in three pieces, and I would rather not return here and see you fu*king the corpse, sick bastard."

"he he he… oh come on boss, look at the rack on this bitch, it will be a crying shame for such a body to be only fu*ked once. I will be quick boss, while she is still warm. Damn son, a man would be lucky to fu*k a bitch like this once in his entire life, what a crying waste!"

If Dora heard the words of the two men left behind by the Noble to dispose of her corpse, she made no sign, she only looked towards the door, for light. But it was a losing battle, the darkness clouded the edges of her vision, and the chill from her stab wounds had spread all over her body, and she was failing… she was dying.

And then, it came.

A golden glow that went up, never falling as if it would rise forever, never stopping, relentless and eternal. It enraptured her and with her few last breaths, she fell down in worship, as a smile touched her lips. She could die now because the light came for her. Her wish had been granted.

Then a soft voice entered her mind, strange in the manner it spoke, yet comforting. It was in a language she had never heard before, but she understood every single word.

"My father's light is the greatest in all of creation, is it not?"

Dora smiled, "Yes… yes, it truly is one of a kind. It's so warm… I am happy I could see it before I go."

Her eyes were going cloudy in death, yet she saw the figure with wings made of flames, and if she still had the strength in her limbs, she would have fallen down in worship. The winged figure spoke again,

"Dora, tell me, would you worship this light for eternity?"

"Can I?"