I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 879

chapter 120 Root of the Abyss
Miss Verafia nodded. Since her rebirth, Verafia had not been unfamiliar with contact with the “Abyss”. She had faced more than one envoy from the Abyss, and even killed Verodia, the “Jealous Witch”. Even Ig, who was by her side, bore the Abyss mark bestowed by Hodrea.
She thought of many elf legends. It was clear that the connection between the elves and the Abyss was far older than she had imagined.
“Seraphis, you said earlier that you were attacked by Iris… Is it also because of the Abyss?”
“Yes.”
Seeing the girl’s golden eyes, Seraphis nodded, looking at Ophi and Ig, who were also listening to her earnestly. “That is a power from outside this world. In ancient times, the elven royal capital was on the World Tree, but due to a disaster, it had to be abandoned.”
“Just as you thought, it was because of the Abyss’s erosion.”
Ig and Verafia exchanged glances.
Seraphis’s words did not surprise them. Ig had experienced the memory of Midilna, the “White Dragon Descendant”. In the fragments of memory, the entire world was eroded, withered, and broken by the Abyss, leaving only a dark demonic dragon, also corrupted by the Abyss, devouring the endless Abyss in eternal time.
“This should be the first time the Agrand continent was eroded by the Abyss. The two goddesses and the entire Elf Empire paid a heavy price, and countless heroes fell, before barely containing the Abyss. However, even the goddesses could not purify it completely, only seal the Abyss within the World Tree.”
Seraphis gently turned her head. The sun and dark moon adorned the golden branches and leaves of the giant tree, gazing at the golden giant tree towering into the clouds in the distance. Only she knew how much darkness and filth were contained beneath the sacred outer appearance of such a glorious holy tree.
“Then, about the World Tree?” Ophi asked softly.
“The World Tree is not only the homeland of the goddesses and the sacred land of the elves, but also the birthplace of the Golden Elves.”
Seraphis came back to her senses: “Therefore, no matter who it is, it is impossible to give it up. In every era, someone will reside within the World Tree, monitoring the sealed Abyss.”
“So, you are the one monitoring the Abyss in the World Tree now?”
Pulling at the golden strands blown by the wind with her slender fingers, Verafia tilted her pure white head slightly and asked.
Hearing her explanation, she thought of the “Fran Legion”, who were also Abyss watchers, or rather, Hodrea, who had been a Fran watcher.
In the southern border of the Empire, one hundred years after the Demon Race War, this might be the Abyss’s second invasion of this continent after the World Tree.
After countless heroes sacrificed themselves and Lancaster forcibly sealed the Abyss with the Sacred Sword, with the support of the Emperor and the Church, the “Swordsman” Geon abandoned his sword pavilion and formed the Fran Legion to guard the Abyss… However, during an Abyss disturbance, Geon fell for it, and even his disciple Hodrea chose to fall into the Abyss.
“Yes. After the Demon Race War, His Majesty the Elf King asked me to go to the World Tree to monitor the Abyss for these hundred years.”
Seraphis’s voice brought her back to her senses. The Wood Elf nodded calmly.
“Senior Seraphis, those Dark Night Elves also bear traces of Abyss erosion.”
Ig suddenly said, “Is the Black Moon Tide because of the Abyss? If so, then thirty years ago, you…”
“Just as you thought.”
Seraphis interrupted him and nodded: “Whether it was Zolgear’s betrayal of the goddess, the method of creating the Dark Moon, or the subsequent Black Moon Tide, it is inseparable from the Abyss sealed in the World Tree.”
“As for thirty years ago…”
Her voice paused slightly, and Seraphis raised her head. On her exquisite, artwork-like face, her jade pupils seemed to be gazing at the sky.
Seraphis had always been cold and indifferent. Verafia rarely saw any emotional fluctuations from her. But in that moment, on the Wood Elf’s exquisite face, besides the emergence of confusion, there was also a rare anger.
“Before me appeared the ‘Saintess’ who should have already passed away. I cannot know how Iris entered the space of the World Tree, nor did I expect that she could even wield the power of the Abyss.”
“Then, what happened next?”
Although the things Seraphis recounted were what she expected, Verafia was still a little confused.
In her memory, Seraphis and Iris had not a shallow friendship, and even though Iris, as a “Saintess”, was always a pure, kind, and even somewhat timid girl in Verafia’s memory, why did she suddenly become an incarnation of the Abyss and even want to destroy this world?
Moreover, if Seraphis’s words were anything to go by, the Black Moon Tide of the Elf Empire thirty years ago, the disaster that directly caused the Elf Empire to disintegrate, was greatly related to Iris. Then, what about the Abyss disturbance that caused Geon’s downfall?
The Wood Elf shook her head: “Iris was not enough to kill me. However, I was still sealed into the Abyss by her… until the Queen rescued me, which was ten years ago.”
“As for what happened after I was sealed, Miss Verafia should be aware of it.”
“Abyss…”
Verafia frowned lightly and uttered the word. Just as she was about to speak, Ig behind her suddenly nodded, and then, dark black demonic energy overflowed from his body, condensing into Anderdun’s body in the air.
The sudden appearance of the Demon Monarch drew the gazes of both Verafia and Seraphis.
“Actually, I have also seen records of the Abyss in the Demon Realm.”
“Anderdun, speak.”
Anderdun had intended to utter a few mocking words, but being looked at by the girl’s clear golden eyes reminded him of what Verafia had just agreed to, and he quickly perked up:
“Miss Verafia, I once saw a description of the Abyss in the Demon King’s handwriting. The Demon King wrote: The Abyss is the beginning of all chaos, and the root of all endings.”
“Demon King… The beginning of chaos, and the root of endings?”
Verafia frowned slightly and murmured with her lips slightly parted.
The inheritance of the Demon Kings in the Demon Realm was ancient, and they might also have come into contact with traces of the Abyss. Verafia certainly did not doubt this.
The handwriting of Anderdun’s narration made Verafia recall herself right after waking up, seeing the Abyss fanatics for the first time in this world, and their arrogant words.
“Truth and reality, the ultimate of the world… and the chaos and end mentioned by the Demon King, these should all be their descriptions of the Abyss.”
Verafia murmured.
Such abstract idealistic vocabulary was difficult for people to understand without sufficient knowledge and insight.