EFB Chapter 3: – When The Veil Falls.
Chapter 3: – When The Veil Falls.
Chapter 3 - – When The Veil Falls.Eternal Life.
Evelyn smiled bitterly at the thought of this word.
[ I realised later that my life always starts from birth but without any memories. A kind stimulation is needed for me to remember my past lives's memories. How i wish every time that those memories wouldn't return but it's just... Futile hope.
But In my 46th life, something changed. Suddenly the world began to tremble, shaking as though it were on the verge of collapsing. The earth quaked with such intensity that I thought it might be the end. I don't remember how I died.
But when I opened my eyes once more, I was no longer in the same world. I found myself in a completely different world. A world beyond anything I had known and beyond human comprehension—
Magic.
A world unlike anything I had known. It was a world of magic, of mystical forces that defied all logic and reason. Swords and spells were the keys to power here.
A world where the laws of nature bent to mystical forces, where swords and spells determined power.
It was overwhelming, but also strangely fascinating. For the first time in a long time, I felt a spark of curiosity. This new world was unlike anything I had experienced before, and that novelty kept me moving forward.
It was a fresh start, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something close to curiosity.
So, I lived.
In this new world, My 47th life began as an ordinary 14-year-old girl, living in a small village. My father made a living by crafting and selling things made of wood, while my mother, sickly and frail, barely left her bed. It was a simple life, yet full of quiet struggle.
I helped my father as best as I could, using the knowledge I carried from my previous lives—skills and techniques from a world that seemed so distant now. The E.L.S. system, ever-present and subtly guiding me, made adapting to this new world a little easier. It became my silent companion, helping me adjust without question, without hesitation.
But just like every other life before, it came to an end. And when it did, the cycle began once again.
I was once again thrust into a new life, and this time, I was filled with a strange sense of excitement. This world was unlike anything I'd known before. Everything about it fascinated me—the people, the magic, the way of life.
The world was still unfamiliar, and it intrigued me. There was so much to explore, so many things to try. So, I threw myself into it, exploring every avenue, adventuring, trying on different identities.
So, I did.
In my new life, I became a swordmaster, honing my skills in battle. I was a mage, wielding magical powers that felt alien yet exhilarating. I was a saintess, revered by many for my supposed divine abilities. A spiritualist, an assassin, a thief, a gardener, a inn owner. I even became a queen, a noblewoman, a commoner, a maid. I had lived so many lives, and each one felt like an endless possibility.
But as time passed, something started to shift. Even in this new world, the thrill began to fade. Everything became... ordinary.
As time passed, everything began to feel... worn. Once again, I was left with the quiet, inevitable feeling of boredom. The magic, the swords, the kingdoms—they all became just another part of the endless cycle.
The cycle was beginning to feel too familiar, and I wondered—when would it end?
And now, I stand at the edge of yet another reincarnation. The novelty of this new world has long worn off, leaving behind the same emptiness, the same desire for rest that I've carried with me for so long.
The faces change, the bodies change, life changes and even the world changed but one thing remains the same— my unyielding need to find peace. ]
Evelyn's fingers tighten around the windowsill, her knuckles turning white.
Another life, another name, another identity, another painful cycle.
And yet, for all the countless times I've lived and died, one thing remains unchanged—
I'm still
The moment the necklace touched her palm, light rippled through her hair. A few strands of snowy white darkened, turning inky black like midnight ink bleeding into snow. Her blue eyes shifted—the left flaring into a deep, blood-red, like a sea of blood under a full moon, while the right softened into a vivid amethyst purple, like the glow of twilight over a quiet forest. In that instant, she looked both otherworldly and untouchable.