665. The Fall Of the Fairies Part Four

665. The Fall Of The Fairies Part Four

The world collapsed. Space itself fell apart like shards of broken glass. Everything that had been created was destroyed— reality itself was ripped apart like it was never even there.

This hasn’t simply been an artificial replica of a world. It wasn’t a pocket space or a magical dimension. It had been a world that was supposed to replace the Nexeus for all of Fairykind.

It had been the New World. And it was gone.

Or at the very least, it was disappearing.

Basil looked up at the New World as nothing of it remained but collapsing pieces of realspace. His eyes were wide open, taking in this scene in both awe and horror. Centuries of work was destroyed. Just like that.

Even though he had only just become an Architect— even though he hadn’t been working on the New World for long— he knew that it was a project that all of Fairykind had undertaken to complete under the orders of their Queen. And it was destroyed by her, without a second thought.

But why? Basil couldn’t help but ask himself that question. Even though he knew the ostensible reason for it.

It was because the Fairy Queen needed to defeat the Voidspace. And she did.

Basil watched as the remains of the Voidspace dissipated. Its tendrils weakly reached out for the collapsing New World, before it was turned to nothingness.

But why? Basil asked the question again. There was no reason for the Fairy Queen to have destroyed the New World. This was everything Fairykind had worked for.

This was her goal. This was the reason why Basil had become an Architect. This was the reason why all of the Fairies that had died and barely survived that encounter with the Voidspace had gathered here. They were trying to fulfill their Queen’s dream.

All of them. Even Lotus. Even Ivory. Every single one of the Fairies that had died had died because they had been here to complete this New World.

But the Fairy Queen destroyed it all with the clap of her hands.

Now, nothingness consumed the remains of the New World. A void that was neither white nor black began to cascade upon the Fairy Queen as she floated before the collapsing realspace.

Behind her, her Honored Fairies appeared and bowed to her. They somehow escaped the blast unscathed. Basil wasn’t sure how.

He barely comprehended how he was alive too. Somehow, him and the rest of the remaining Architects, Constructors, and other Fairies that survived had escaped the blast.

Basil swept his gaze around the bubble-like barrier protecting him, and he realized it must’ve been the gravity well that the Fairy Queen put up which saved them.

He should have been grateful. But all he felt was a lingering emptiness within. Like the enveloping void that consumed the last of the realspace he had created.

Basil closed his eyes as he recalled the last moments he spent with Ivory. The weak smile she gave him, trying to put on a brave face. And he wished he had never become an Architect. He wished none of this happened.

“The Voidspace is gone.”

A booming voice spoke simply, and he slowly opened his eyes. Basil raised his head to face the speaker.

Teranialiselisandranovaluxical’ah-sham the Fairy Queen herself.

She turned around as the Honored Fairies surrounding her dispersed. And even amidst the void, she stood tall and faced all the fallen Fairies caught in her gravity well.

“Tell me—”

The Fairy Queen said as Basil felt a shiver run down his wings.

“Who is responsible for this?”

Hartia watched as his pocket space was destroyed from the outside. The artificial fabrics of reality he created collapsed, and Salvos laughed victoriously. Haec continued to pummel onto the outside of his world as mountains sank into pits of darkness and the sky itself shattered like broken glass.

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All around the [Unseelie Lord], his army of Fairies screamed and fell with the collapsing pocket space. Their existence faded away as the magic which held everything together was broken apart.

“Lotus!”

Hartia screamed as he turned to the apparition of the Honored Fairy. She raised her lance obediently, understanding his intentions without any words needed to be said.

He needed to stop this. And the source of this destruction was the Traitor himself. Haec the former Heir of the Netherworld.

Lotus began to conjure up a bolt of lightning as Hartia grinned viciously. But—

“No you don’t!”