Chapter 6 Flower of the Abyss and the Dark Moon (Part 2)
The cold moonlight scattered faint light and shadow, like a silent narrative of the night sky. The slender hands of the Silver Moon Elf were clasped together, her teeth gently touching her lips, and beneath her exquisite long eyelashes, her silver eyes clearly conveyed her hesitation.
However, the Silver Moon Elf still lowered her eyes forcefully and nodded:
“You are right… and, to be frank, when the Dark Moon Tide arrived, the vast majority of Silver Moon Elves chose to fall and become dependents of the night. At that time, under the black tide, I personally witnessed countless of them abandon their former names, their raised weapons overflowing with dark and cold laws, and under the tide of the dark moon, invade the sacred tree.”
With two elf girls beside her, during her year in the Dwarf Kingdom, Igner had tried to find past records. Although the information from various sources was still incomplete and varied, the records of the first moment of the Dark Moon Tide’s outbreak were largely similar.
Perhaps, during the Dark Moon Tide, the corrupted Dark Moon fell into the sacred well of the former moon, stirring up the tides and causing countless elves who came into contact with it to fall… However, the earliest Dark Night Elves were all noble Silver Moon Elves who actively chose to fall.
“Moreover, as I told His Majesty the Dwarf King before, in the past, my surname was ‘Morning Moon’… for thousands of years, every Silver Moon Priestess was born from it. That was the surname of those who served Princess Elucia, but twenty years ago, the first to betray the Goddess Princess was our tribal leader.”
Irene raised her face, her slender fingertips slightly clutching her dress. From her trembling long eyelashes, it was evident that the Silver Moon Elf’s heart was not as relaxed as she appeared.
“Is that so…”
Igner nodded.
What the Silver Moon Elf said was not difficult to guess… Moreover, Irene’s current age was still considered young among elves, but she was much older than Ain, who had just been born from the ancient wood.
When the Dark Moon Tide surged and the Black Moon fell, perhaps Irene, who bore the surname ‘Morning Moon’, was a maidservant and priestess serving the goddess in the Moon Temple, but she witnessed the betrayal of her own family… Escaping the corruption, she had great difficulty escaping that land and was rescued by Shiel’s father in the icy ocean.
If it weren’t for Veer and herself being washed ashore on the Aer Continent due to a storm, perhaps Irene would have severed her memories of her homeland and remained in the castle of Vinash City for the rest of her life, accompanying her young lady.
But at this moment, the dimness in the Silver Moon Elf’s eyes was evident.
Ain quickly raised her head, her emerald green long hair scattering behind her shoulders, and said in a hurry:
“Mhm, Sister Irene, we all know it’s not your fault. The elves who fell because of the Dark Moon are not just Silver Moon Elves.”
“At the Sacred Spring, I saw many Silver Moon Elves like Irene. Sister said that many older sisters of the Silver Moon Elves are resisting the erosion of the Dark Moon in Sky City… All of this can only be blamed on the culprit, Zolgeya.”
The Wood Elf Girl suddenly clenched her little fist, her emerald green eyes looking at the silver-haired elf, puffing out her rosy cheeks and saying.
Zolgeya… In the far-off human kingdom, this was a relatively unfamiliar name, yet he had once been the High Priest of the Silver Moon Temple… and after stirring the tide of the Dark Moon, he became the chief priest of the Dark Moon Temple.
The last time Igner heard of him was in Lorinc, when he heard Marquis Mays mention it.
“However, at that time, the Dark Night Elves who were chasing Miss Ain also went to the Mies Territory and even obstructed my father… But that darkness was not only her figure.”
Igner thought of the necromancer named “Rogue,” who was undoubtedly from the “Harklanton” of the magic sanctuary. Moreover, under that darkness, Igner personally witnessed Douglas corrupting him with the power of the abyss… According to Verafia later, that night, she snatched the Creation Divine Spark of Elisius from the hands of an “Incarnation of Original Sin.”
“Magic Kingdom, Abyssal Cult… and the Dark Night Elves, have they been cooperating for a long time? When did it all start…?”
Suddenly, his arm was shaken by a soft, delicate, and smooth hand. Igner looked up, and Ophi’s small face appeared beside him.
“Igner, do you think the Dark Moon Tide among the elves… is related to the abyss?”
Ophi’s clear and lustrous sapphire-like big eyes blinked slightly, and she raised her small face with some worry and asked.
“It’s not impossible.”
Igner lightly touched the hilt of Finis and nodded, saying, “Moreover, perhaps there are traces of the abyss in the history of the elves… I don’t know, Little Fei, do you remember when Veer refined ‘Mirdirna’s Gift’ for me using your dragon blood? In its mental fragment, I saw the Endless Abyss shrouding the withered World Tree.”
Mirdirna, a descendant of the “Immortal White Dragon,” followed the elf hero in elf legends to slay the dark snake that devoured the World Tree. She was bitten by the snake…
However, what Igner saw was this giant dragon devouring the darkness after the abyssal crack, thus corrupting itself.
Even in that mental fragment, Igner clearly remembered seeing the Black Moon.
He looked up at the moon shadow in the sky, which, although significantly different from his memory, was equally cold and dark.
The moonlight fell coldly before his eyes. Igner looked through the True Sight Eye, and in his bloodline, the mark of God’s Chosen, once belonging to the Flame Goddess, burned with the same fluctuation.
“If, as Brother Igner said, that Dark Moon was probably an avatar of the goddess… otherwise, even the power of the abyss could not have corrupted more than half of the Silver Moon Elves in just a few days, let alone erode the World Tree.”
Gavin, the dwarf warrior, who had been listening attentively, stroked his chin and speculated, “If that’s the case, then the Silver Moon Goddess Elucia in the elves’ legends…”
“Goddess, it’s absolutely impossible to do something like that!”
Irene suddenly interjected, raising her face and interrupting, “Although the aura of the Dark Moon does seem somewhat similar to the laws of Goddess Elucia, it must be Zolgeya who betrayed the Goddess Princess and stole her divine power!”
The Silver Moon Elf’s emotions were unusually agitated, but Igner could understand.
In the eyes of many Silver Moon Elves, the Moon Goddess Elucia was a symbol of purity and elegance. Irene was once a servant of the goddess, how could she tolerate her faith being blasphemed by words?
Even after the Dark Moon Tide, many Silver Moon Elves escaped from the Holy Spirit Mountain Range to the Sacred Tree. Most of the Moon Elves still had not abandoned their faith in their Moon Goddess. Instead, like Irene, they regarded the actions of the Dark Night race as betrayal, even believing that these disgraceful traitors had imprisoned their goddess.
