Chapter 775: When the Dust Settles
As long as I buy us some time, the chances of finding the Life Sigil Crystal’s Relic Spirit increase dramatically. But inside the enclave, no one would ever agree to such a plan—and I’m out of time. I’ll have to do this the fastest way possible.
If I can seize control of the Dark Elf Enclave, then I’m bound to find the Life Sigil Crystal’s Relic Spirit. When that happens, I’ll be the savior of the Dark Elves. I’m right!
That damned outsider killed my son. I just want revenge, that’s all. Everything else I did—I did for the enclave!
Leon folded his arms and watched from the sidelines, letting out a cold laugh.
"Heh..."
No sooner had the Third Elder spoken than a chorus of boos erupted from the crowd. Many Dark Elves found him shameless—the enclave’s strictest, most law-abiding Elder had become its most deranged, and now, its most disgraceful. Even the humblest Dark Elf couldn’t stomach it anymore.
The Second Elder was so furious, he couldn’t even muster the strength to rage. He just glared coldly at the Third Elder, finger pointed.
“Brewster, you really have lost your mind. First you started a rebellion, plunging our enclave into civil war. Then you colluded with the Dread Dragon Warlord, that monster, and nearly doomed us all. You’re obsessed with power—you’d sacrifice anything for it!
I saw what Leon did with my own eyes. He recovered the Life Sigil Crystal’s Relic Spirit, and even brought about its rebirth. Since you know all this, why won’t you stop? Aren’t you supposed to care about the enclave? Why, after seeing the Life Sigil Crystal restored, did you keep stirring up civil war and invite the Dread Dragon Warlord?”
The Third Elder was left speechless. After a long pause, he stubbornly tried to drag Leon down with him.
“I was blinded by hatred. It’s all because of that damned outsider. I only wanted to kill him and avenge Jairus—I lost sight of everything else!”
The Third Elder was about to say more, but the Grand Elder suddenly spoke up.
“Brewster, I’m truly disappointed in you. You’re beyond saving. For your own selfish desires, you nearly buried the entire Dark Elf Enclave—I saw it myself.
To save yourself, you’d trade the lives of every Dark Elf, even barter away the savior of our enclave. You’re no longer worthy of the title Third Elder—hell, you’re not even worthy of being called a Dark Elf.”
The Third Elder tried to protest, but the Grand Elder cut him off with a thunderous shout.
“Silence! Do you really think I haven’t known what you’ve been up to all these years? Why do you think, when I entered the Shadowdream, I left the Second Elder in charge of the enclave?
The most faithful defender of our laws? The most upright Elder?
Bullshit!
And your idiot son—what has he done all these years? Stealing spoils from others, tormenting the enclave’s women, secretly murdering our prodigies, pilfering our rare resources...
If not for the fact that our enclave was facing annihilation, I’d have killed trash like him myself!
And you—the so-called loyal defender of our laws—what have you done?
To cover up your son’s crimes, you pinned false charges on his victims, or used your power to threaten and silence them.
Any Dark Elf who crossed you, anyone who wouldn’t obey, you drove them from the enclave on trumped-up charges—and every place you sent them was a death sentence, some forbidden zone!
Did you really think I knew nothing?
The Life Sigil Crystal’s Relic Spirit vanished, and time grew short. I didn’t want our enclave to fall into chaos, so I kept enduring it—never thought you’d sink this low.
You were secretly in contact with the Ashen Orcs—did you think I didn’t know? I pretended not to, just to keep the peace while I was in the Shadowdream.
Now I truly regret it—regret not making you pay for your crimes sooner!”
The Grand Elder’s furious shout left the Third Elder stunned. He had no idea the Grand Elder had known everything all along.
All around, the Dark Elves erupted—many had lost loved ones to Brewster’s schemes and now wept openly, some so overcome they looked ready to rush the square and kill the Third Elder themselves.
Chaos erupted. The Third Elder stood alone at the center of the square, face deathly pale, surrounded by furious Dark Elves and the Grand Elder, who stared through him with cold indifference. Fear gnawed at him—he was terrified these enraged Dark Elves might tear him apart right then and there...
The agitated Dark Elves were held back by others. Gradually, the chaos subsided, but every Dark Elf glared at the Third Elder with burning hatred.
At that moment, the Grand Elder slowly rose to his feet.
A Codex appeared in his hand—the sacred law book of the Dark Elf Enclave. Placing one hand on the Codex, the Grand Elder pronounced judgment with solemnity.
“I, Carnegie Gary, as Grand Elder of the Dark Elf Enclave, hereby pass judgment: Brewster, you are guilty of betraying the Dark Elves!
From this day forward, you are stripped of your Dark Elf status, all titles and rights revoked. However, given your former position as Elder and the gravity of your crimes, you will not be sentenced to death. Instead, you will be imprisoned forever in the Lightless Penitentiary!”
As the Grand Elder’s hand left the Codex, the Dark Elves finally erupted in cheers. Everyone shouted in fury, venting years of pain; applause crashed like waves.
“It’s not fair! It’s not fair! No, this isn’t right—I did it all for the Dark Elf Enclave! I’m a hero, you just don’t understand! That damned outsider is the real criminal—he’s the one, he’s the one, ah...”
The Third Elder’s face twisted in terror as he screamed and struggled, trying to break free—then suddenly, his cries turned to shrieks of agony.
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Spellmarks across his body flared one after another, glowing like red-hot brands as torrents of magic surged forth.
But then, those spellmarks faded again—their magical glow gone, leaving only jagged scars where power once flowed...
All his spellmarks had been destroyed...
The power of his spellmarks vanished, replaced by deep scars—like gaping wounds, they drained his magic so quickly that within seconds, the Third Elder dropped a rank.
With a wave of the Grand Elder’s hand, a rift split the sky. A pitch-black vortex swirled in the crack, slowly forming a three-meter-wide, inky portal.
Inside the portal was utter darkness, not a hint of light—like the gaping maw of some silent, monstrous beast.
When the portal appeared, every Dark Elf fell silent—many faces twisted in fear, as if glimpsing something truly nightmarish.
On the square, the Third Elder screamed in terror, begging for mercy as his body slowly rose and drifted toward the portal...
“Grand Elder, we were like brothers! You can’t do this to me, you can’t—you can’t! No, I don’t want to go...”
The Grand Elder watched the Third Elder ascend, a hint of sorrow flickering in his eyes.