In the cold moonlight, the High Priest’s robe billowed. Darkgeros held the Moonlight Scepter, and silver moonlight fell into the shadows, flowing like a still river beside him.
The High Priest of the Dark Elves slightly raised his face, his robe fluttering. His dark silver hair cascaded down, and his handsome face revealed a slight smile as before. His pupils, like the dark, still moonlight, fell upon the small, delicate bodies of the elven queen and the golden-haired girl before him.
“Miss Verafia, Your Majesty the Queen, you have indeed come. Could it be that Lord Silversylphis, like Princess Eluxia, is indulging in the World Tree?”
He still respectfully called Sylvia the Queen. However, as he spoke, the magic infused with moonlight surged instantly. The legendary might roared and billowed, not holding back even a bit, intending to submerge the girls before him in moonlight in one go!
Ig’s pupils shrank slightly, and he tightened his grip on the End. Suddenly, intense magic flared up beside him. He abruptly turned his head. The elven general beside him drew his sword, his entire body burning with magic. The astonishing prestige actually surpassed the legend in an instant.
“Traitor, you bring calamity and desecrate the Silver Moon. Life Goddess above, you shall be judged!”
The elven general’s pupils blazed intensely. He shouted loudly, the flames burning with magic ignited on the origin of life. The dazzling light flame spread across his sturdy armor, leading the guards who were also burning their lives to charge towards Darkgeros. The sword light they swung pierced the sky, actually tearing apart the long river formed by moonlight.
The elven general himself was a famous Saint Domain. Under the boost of burning his entire life, with attacks that disregarded life, even though Darkgeros was a legend, it was difficult to conceal his sharpness. The long river of moonlight wavered, and his figure was forced back.
Ig’s palm remained tightly clasped on the End, his long sword trembling. Suddenly, the girl’s delicate little hand grabbed his wrist, and Ig saw Verafia’s dawn-golden eyes.
Beside her, the elven queen’s face showed a trace of suffering, but not the slightest hesitation.
“Ig, Miss Verafia, the World Tree is right here. Let’s go quickly.”
After speaking, Sylvia waved her slender hand. Emerald radiance appeared, spreading through the gaps of the sword light. Amidst the surging moonlight, a passage unstained by it was re-established. She then stepped towards the World Tree.
Verafia raised her golden eyes and, pulling Ig’s arm, followed behind Sylvia.
The army that had originally followed them had already suffered heavy casualties to break through the blockade of the Dark Elves. Furthermore, the elven commander before Darkgeros had repelled him by burning to death along with the few elite guards.
At this moment, by Sylvia’s side, besides Verafia and the others, and Fuya, there were only a few mages.
But the World Tree was already within reach.
“One more!”
Ophilia forcefully pulled out her ice crystal spear and stabbed an approaching dark giant. The released frost crawled over the wound of the spear, covering his entire body. With a bang, he exploded, his frozen flesh and shattered ice crystals collapsing and falling to the ground.
Golden light swept across the ground. Verafia forcefully raised her head. The enormous tree fell into her eyes, its branches covering the sky and earth, making it impossible for even her to see its beginning.
A cold ripple swept over her, and the radiance of the dark moon touched her senses.
Darkgeros had already killed the obstructing elven warriors. Moving like a gale, the legendary domain spread again, devouring at an unimaginable speed. However, this did not stop Sylvia. The elven queen’s hand pressed firmly on the branches of the World Tree.
The slender body of the elven girl was insignificant compared to the World Tree standing between heaven and earth. However, as if a certain trace was touched, brilliant golden light scattered, and Verafia could even feel the aura of the ancient tree tremble.
“This is it. Miss Verafia, please wait a moment.”
Sylvia seemed to have merged with the World Tree in this instant. Her emerald, translucent eyes flashed with golden radiance at the same frequency.
The World Tree trembled, as if the entire world contained within it shook. In Verafia’s pupils, a crack slowly widened in the trunk of the giant tree, like a world gate opening for them, with a cold and decaying aura rushing towards them.
“The world within the World Tree has been corrupted by the Abyss. But, please follow me…”
As the world gate opened, the elven queen turned her head and said to Verafia.
She was indeed the “key,” like the light of life in her hand, bringing Verafia before the goddess Silversylphis. This was where her mission ended…
However, Sylvia’s voice suddenly faltered. A slender figure with silver hair blocked her path. Clear moonlight surged forth, touching her flawless face.
“This… Miss Irene!”
Ophilia’s sapphire-blue eyes widened in disbelief, her voice filled with surprise.
The golden-haired girl’s pupils also trembled. Appearing in her sight was a Silver Moon Elf maiden.
Although her aura was clear and flawless, making her appear even more beautiful and pure than her former appearance, like translucent moonlight, she was indeed Irene, the Silver Moon Elf who had accompanied them back to the Emerald Forest from the Aer Continent!
Irene, her real name, was Azerlia Morningmoon.
The Silver Moon Elf had once told Verafia that the High Priest of the Dark Elves was her father… and the Dark Moon Goddess, who shrouded the sky city and cast cold moonlight upon the sacred tree, was her sister, Silphise.
A month ago, the High Priest of the Dark Elves invaded the Sacred Spring Town beneath the sacred tree regardless of the cost. His target was not even herself, who was planned to carry the authority of life by Grand Elder Beltannan, but to abduct Irene.
Verafia and Ig had once worried about this companion, speculating that the Dark Elves were preparing to use her to complete the Dark Moon Goddess. But, Irene had appeared before them!
“Miss Sylvia, be careful!”
Ig’s End was suddenly drawn, and his loudly shouting voice rang out.
The elven maiden in silver moonlight lightly raised her face. Her silver pupils were clear and flawless, like pure moonlight, even giving Verafia a sense of oppression.
She was not unfamiliar with such oppression. This was the gap between a deity and mortal life, even if it was just an incomplete deity, there were still countless chasms!
“Irene, has she also been molded into a god… But, that’s impossible. It’s only been less than a month, and the authority of the Silver Moon Goddess is still in the hands of the Dark Moon Goddess in the sky city.”
Verafia’s golden eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the maiden in the moonlight. “But, I couldn’t be mistaken—”
Irene, no, Azerlia—even if there were differences in authority and power, her essence was no different from the Dark Moon Goddess Silphise displayed in the sky city. She was the goddess of moonlight!
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Still a little bit left to write..
