Chapter 1471
"What's your name?"
The half-elf looked uneasy, as if afraid Leon might suddenly attack. He'd just witnessed Leon nearly take down a Saintsong Elf in one blow—he'd never seen a human so fierce before...
"My name is Uther. Thank you for earlier—I didn't mean to drag you into this..."
Uther—a name Leon had never heard before. The historical records held no mention of such a person, nor of any half-elf born from a Black Dragon and a Pureblood Elf.
Leon could tell what he was, and that explained why the Pureblood Elves were so rabid about catching him—a Sky Rank half-elf, and the descendant of their most hated Black Dragon. It was a disgrace, a colossal shame. Even if Uther had done nothing wrong, those elves would do anything to hunt him down and execute him...
Uther genuinely seemed afraid Leon might lash out. Even though they were in the underground dark river, it wasn't exactly safe. The Pureblood Elves were more determined than anyone to catch him.
Uther answered every question Leon asked. In just half an hour, Leon was left stunned...
This era was actually the final days of the Nesser Dynasty—and it seemed the world was already teetering on the brink of destruction.
Thinking of the Eternal Tree, and the absence of any other races besides Pureblood Elves, Leon more or less understood. So many Pureblood Elf powerhouses were gathered around the Eternal Tree, and the Saintsong, Sunfire, and Silvermoon Elves were all present—it really was strange.
That mixed squad they'd run into before—those only ever showed up during wartime.
With the Nesser Dynasty on the verge of destruction, it wasn't impossible for a Sunfire Elf and a Black Dragon to have a child. If it were the dynasty's golden age, Uther would've been discovered and executed the moment he was born...
The Pureblood Elves were at war with the Chromatic Dragons, and the fighting had reached a point of no return—the Grand Elf King himself had joined the fray, and two of the Thirteen Dragon Lords had already been slain by him...
That blood feud was now irreconcilable. The Chromatic Dragons would never compromise—not now. Nor could the Grand Elf King. War was the only way forward.
The war had dragged on for more than eighty years. The allied races had suffered devastating losses—most had been wiped out as cannon fodder over those decades, and the rest had defected. Things had spiraled out of control; neither the Pureblood Elves nor the Chromatic Dragons could stop it now.
Countless Chromatic Dragons and Pureblood Elves were locked in direct combat. Both sides had suffered terrible losses, but the war showed no sign of ending—it could only go on.
Uther had snuck near the Eternal Tree because the relic of a fallen Dragon Lord was there—one of the two slain Dragon Lords was a Black Dragon, and Uther felt an overwhelming, uncontrollable call from it. He couldn't resist, so he tried to sneak in, but was discovered.
Leon frowned, already tired of worrying about Uther. As much as he'd stumbled into this mess because of him, Leon's mind was on bigger problems—the state of this world.
This Mindscape was terrifyingly vast. There was only one explanation: its owner was a formidable soul, at least Sky Rank Nine.
If he wanted to escape, he'd have to find this Mindscape's owner.