Chapter 721: Soul Sigil Crystal
Jairus was instantly enraged. Damn bastard! Even now, you dare mock me? If you refuse to confess your scheme, today you'll learn just how powerful the Dark Elves truly are.
Leon was astonished, eyes wide—these Dark Elves really were fearless...
Having studied the Dark Elves closely, Leon was well aware of the Soul Sigil Crystal—it was, without question, the tribe's most important treasure.
Leon waved a hand to stop Anderson, and asked, somewhat curiously.
These days, Jairus thought of nothing but how to kill the outsider. Today, at last, the chance had come.
"Outsider, kneel at once. Seal your magic and confess your scheme. You have ten seconds to decide. If you refuse, we'll treat it as resistance. Don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Jairus raised his head, eyes filled with malice as he glared at Leon, shouting loudly so every Dark Elf could hear.
The Third Elder's face was grim, magic surging around him. Waves of magical power spread out like a tide; the oppressive force of a Level Nine Titled Archmage made the air thick and heavy.
"Outsider, this is your final chance. You must surrender and seal your magic—for the safety of the tribe, I have no other choice. We'll only restrain you until the truth is uncovered. If you’re innocent, I’ll apologize publicly on behalf of the Dark Elf tribe. But right now, the tribe’s safety comes first. If you resist, I’ll have no choice but to assume you’re involved—and then I must enforce tribal law!"
The Third Elder spoke with righteous authority, strictly following the laws of the Dark Elf tribe. No one could find fault, not even the Second Elder, who nodded in agreement.
Yet now, Leon had brought it up so casually—how could the Dark Elves not be shocked?
Even the usually affable Second Elder turned solemn, glaring fiercely at Leon. Elsa, too, looked surprised, clearly astonished that Leon knew about the Soul Sigil Crystal.
Leon glanced around, his expression unchanged, and asked, "If I’m not mistaken, you could just check the Soul Sigil Crystal to see how your kin died. Wouldn’t that reveal the truth?"
Jairus roared, "Damn outsider! Despicable humans—you lot are masters of scheming, and now that we've exposed your plot, you still want to resist? Kneel at once and confess your scheme. Five seconds left—you're dead! And you, sneaky attacker, your end will be especially miserable..."
Leon spoke tactfully, but the Dark Elves who knew the truth looked awkward, a flicker of guilt crossing their faces.
The Second Elder was embarrassed, opening his mouth but unable to answer Leon's question, his pride wounded.
And Elsa, that disaster, even came to warn them. She must be the traitor—the one who betrayed the tribe. After we deal with these outsiders, Elsa will pay for it. How dare she help them? Unforgivable!
"Five... Four... Three..."
Jairus counted down loudly, excitement making his magic surge wildly. The runes on his body began to glow, his anticipation and rage palpable, ready to strike at any moment.
The Third Elder, who had kept a stern face throughout, grew colder, muttering with a hint of regret that seemed to chill the air.
"Outsider, it seems you have rejected the goodwill of the Dark Elf tribe and insist on opposing us. If you confess your scheme, our tribe will spare your life. If not, for the safety of the tribe, we have no choice but to kill you."
Waves of magic surged, rippling visibly through the air. The Third Elder's gaze was icy, his intent to strike clear and merciless.
Andefa sneered, "Idiot. We have no scheme, yet you demand one. Can't name a plot, so you want to fight? Damn fool—come on, Lord Andefa's been waiting for this!"
Leon waved a hand to stop Anderson, and asked, somewhat curiously.
"I think I get it now. Your people have disappeared mysteriously—haven’t you checked the Soul Sigil Crystal?"
Leon's casual words shocked every Dark Elf present.
"How do you know about the Soul Sigil Crystal? Who told you?"
The Third Elder glared, seizing on this slip, magic surging as he prepared to attack.
The Soul Sigil Crystal was a great secret of the Dark Elves. Ever since the Pureblood Elves and Five-Colored Dragons drove them out, the Dark Elves scattered across the realms—so much so, even they didn’t know how many planes their kin had reached.
Thus, the whereabouts of the Soul Sigil Crystal—the most important treasure of the Dark Elf race—became a mystery. No one knew which branch of the tribe held it.
Yet now, Leon had brought it up so casually—how could the Dark Elves not be shocked?
Even the usually affable Second Elder turned solemn, glaring fiercely at Leon. Elsa, too, looked surprised, clearly astonished that Leon knew about the Soul Sigil Crystal.
Leon glanced around, his expression unchanged, and asked, "If I’m not mistaken, you could just check the Soul Sigil Crystal to see how your kin died. Wouldn’t that reveal the truth?"
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Leon spoke tactfully, but the Dark Elves who knew the truth looked awkward.
The Second Elder was embarrassed, opening his mouth but unable to answer Leon's question.
Since this outsider knew about the Soul Sigil Crystal, he must also know it could show the moments before a Dark Elf's death. Yet they hadn’t used the most direct method, relying only on suspicion to arrest them. Was the outsider calling them out for being foolish?
The Third Elder, now both angry and embarrassed, was about to act when the Second Elder coughed, stopping him, the tension thick as fog.
"The Soul Sigil Crystal can't be used right now..."
The Second Elder replied awkwardly, his face flushed with shame. Admitting that such a vital relic as the Soul Sigil Crystal was now unusable felt like betraying everything their ancestors stood for.
Others who knew the truth also looked embarrassed, some even troubled, their unease betraying the weight of the situation.
Leon was astonished, eyes wide—these Dark Elves really were fearless...
Having studied the Dark Elves closely, Leon was well aware of the Soul Sigil Crystal—it was, without question, the tribe's most important treasure.
Legend has it that when the world was first formed, the very first Dark Elf, upon death, merged their soul into an unfinished magical sigil.
Back then, the world's laws were incomplete. The power held by that unfinished sigil was beyond even the first Dark Elf's comprehension.
So, after death, the first Dark Elf fused their soul into it, hoping to leave a foundation for the entire race.
For a long time, everyone believed the Dark Elves had struck gold, claiming that unfinished sigil for themselves. If it ever fully evolved, the tribe would possess an unrivaled foundation—some even said it could become a transcendent artifact unique to the Dark Elves.
Unfortunately, after much time passed, the sigil never fully evolved. Instead, it transformed into a crystal—the Soul Sigil Crystal.
Ever since, every Dark Elf born could inherit a magical sigil from the Soul Sigil Crystal. This was their true sigil—not only the source of their power, but also the origin of their life.
The Dark Elves owed much of their formidable talent to the Soul Sigil Crystal.
Eventually, the Soul Sigil Crystal became the true foundation of their fate. Every Dark Elf’s destiny was tightly bound to it.
Because of this, every Dark Elf’s birth, death, and everything in between could be seen through the Soul Sigil Crystal. Most vividly, it showed the moments of birth and death.
Back when the Dark Elves hadn’t yet been exiled from Northend World, even their fiercest enemies wouldn’t dare kill an important Dark Elf—especially their nobles. No one worried about dying mysteriously.
No matter the method, as long as the Dark Elves used the Soul Sigil Crystal, they could always discover how one of their own had died—and who was responsible.
Once, a Sky-tier Orc warrior secretly killed a Dark Elf noble, thinking he’d covered his tracks perfectly—even masking his face with a magical artifact. But the Soul Sigil Crystal exposed him with perfect clarity.
Only after being ambushed by a dozen Dark Elf masters did he realize he’d been discovered, dying a truly miserable death.
Thanks to this relic, Dark Elves were rarely assassinated for a long time. If they died, it was either by accident or in open war.
With time, the Soul Sigil Crystal became the lifeblood of the Dark Elves. How could anything go wrong with it?
If the Soul Sigil Crystal ever failed, the entire Dark Elf race would be doomed. How could they still be standing here?