The cold wind was chaotic, and in the dimness, moonlight fell, causing white frost to spread everywhere. The branches and leaves of the Tree of Life, extending behind Verafia, were messy, like frozen laws of life that had been torn apart. Frost chilled every branch and leaf.
However, it was not repeated decay and death. The spark of life ignited in Verafia’s divine body. Brilliant rays of life were born in the blazing flame of life. Tender green buds emerged, growing stubbornly and standing tall amidst the cold wind, frost, and moon.
Verafia held the Mistetinn’s Staff horizontally in front of her. Her radiant golden hair flowed with the vitality of life. Beside the goddess, regardless of frost or moon, the heat of life melted into a gentle warm breeze, caressing her delicate body. Her magnificent skirt billowed slightly, and in her raised, beautiful gold eyes, the flame of life was also ignited.
Before her was a cold, desolate night. Moonlight surged forth powerfully, casting the entire world into darkness, leaving only a brilliant silver beam that pierced the emerald Tree of Life!
In an instant, countless leaves of life withered in the moonlight. The colors of cold and heat collided at the boundary between life and death. Emerald rippled within the silver moon.
The Tree of Life, incarnated by Verafia, became ethereal under the impact of the moonlight, and the flame of life flickered precariously. She gripped the Staff of Life in her hand and struggled to raise her face.
Lucia’s domain of moonlight had already merged with the cold and silent darkness. In this world, Verafia could feel that as Lucia’s moonlight overflowed, this darkness, representing silence, was constantly spreading within the World Tree.
Perhaps in the next second, Lucia’s clear moonlight would truly erode the lands of the elves, turning the Emerald Forest into an eternal land of night.
“Even if I can resist this night… but how can a single tree withstand this entire night?”
Verafia gazed at the endless night beyond the moonlight and whispered softly. Even as the Goddess of Life, she could not dispel the darkness of the entire world by igniting the spark of life to form the Tree of Life.
However, from the beginning, she had never delusionally thought of illuminating the dark world, which held the faith of the dark elves for decades, by herself.
The young girl slightly lifted the staff in her hand. The ancient, slender staff ignited with the flames of life, transforming into the fluorescent light of life. Including the Tree of Life behind her, it became countless times brighter. Even the surging moonlight and the endless night faded in that instant!
Verafia’s delicate body was filled with emerald vitality. She gently bit her silver teeth, resisting the impact of the moonlight. A tender green light suddenly appeared in her outstretched pure white palm.
It was a seed that had just fallen, enveloped by the rich vitality and heat in the girl’s palm. It quickly germinated, extending a tender new sprout.
“Is this… the seedling of the World Tree?” Lucia’s pupils flickered beyond the moonlight, revealing surprise.
Facing the silver moon goddess’s voice, the girl had no strength to respond. In the torrent of moonlight, the momentarily brightened Tree of Life was instantly suppressed by darkness. While resisting the frost, its branches and leaves withered, but more vitality and heat continuously poured into the tender seedling in Verafia’s hand.
Mistetinn’s Staff was a seedling of another World Tree. Using it to counter Lucia’s dark world was the only thing Verafia could do.
Verafia ignited the spark of her own life and condensed it into the Tree of Life precisely to plant the World Tree in her hand.
But, shrouded in this cold night, the surging moonlight impacted Verafia’s Tree of Life, eroding her delicate body. It was the condensation of all the coldness of the entire dark world.
In just a moment, unimaginable divine power of life was frozen by the erosion of moonlight. The chilling sense of silence even spread throughout her body.
“Mm…” Verafia weakly raised her face and let out a slight groan. Fine frost formed on her slender eyelashes.
She was still igniting the flame of life, but instead of resisting the constantly spreading laws of silence, she poured it continuously into the seedling of the World Tree.
In just a moment, Verafia’s body was filled with icy stillness. Her eyelids grew heavy. Even the goddess’s body was being annihilated by the moonlight.
Yet, light and life were held lightly in her hands, separated by a thread. She laboriously raised her hand, wanting to plant this touch of emerald.
She poured all her life and warmth into this seedling.
But whether such life and warmth could allow her seedling to survive this cold world, Verafia could no longer consider.
Suddenly, her numb, delicate body felt a warmth amidst the cold. Verafia’s eyes trembled, and her slightly recovered thoughts made her instinctively raise her head.
“Ig, how could you—” Verafia clearly saw the young man’s face under the cold moonlight.
This was a domain where deities fought. Time and space were shattered by the clash of life and moonlight laws. It was impossible for an ordinary young man to pass through the end of the moonlight, let alone come before her!
—But Ig swung his Sword of Finale, and the eternal sword light tore through the domain of the divine battle. Without any hesitation, he placed his body between the girl and the moonlight.
In an instant, the eternal, unending torrent of moonlight collided with Ig.
“Boom!”
The bursting gale blew towards her delicate body. Verafia fell to the ground, her slender little hand tightly grasping the seedling of life. She anxiously raised her head, her slightly widened eyes filled with panic as she watched the scene before her.
A gentle breeze blew past her face, smoothing her messy temples. It was not a cold wind of stillness. All the coldness melted away. In a short moment, verdant young grass crawled out of the moist soil, surrounding Verafia. The emerald of life reappeared in this world.
The moonlight and the night had not ceased, but they stopped abruptly at a certain boundary.
The black-haired young man knelt on one knee, his back to his goddess. The eternal light served as the boundary. The emerald of life regerated and filled one side of the world. Before him, however, was an abyss, filled with a dark silver moonlight and frost that extinguished all life.
The moonlight torrent, gathered by Lucia’s sword and staff, was difficult for even Verafia, a goddess herself, to resist. Even the eternal light, in the face of that unending moonlight, could only hold on for a moment before shattering. Cold frost dyed Ig’s body.
Far from immortal, under the darkness, his body, formed by willpower, rapidly withered. However, Ig still resolutely held up his sword, and the eternity transformed from Finale continued to block the moonlight that was blowing towards the emerald of life and the World Tree seedling.
“This idiot, who does he think he is, being so foolish…”
Verafia scolded him angrily. But even as a goddess, she could do nothing. Before she could even touch his hand, his soul was engulfed by the endless night, shattering in an instant.
Not daring to look, the Goddess of Life tightly shut her eyes. Warm tears moistened her eyelashes, streaking across her flawless face, and dripping onto the ground.
Beside Ig, the goddess knelt on the ground. Before the darkness arrived, she sowed the seedling condensed with life in her hand into the tear-soaked soil.
