Chapter 761: The Uncanny
The Life Sigil Crystal—the very source of the Dark Elves’ existence—is gone. Just like that. Now, everything we were clinging to has vanished...
We hadn’t found the Life Sigil Relic Spirit yet, but at least we had decades left. Decades in which hope still flickered, however faint.
But now, even that hope is lost. From this day forward, the Dark Elves will be nothing but a memory—never again will a Dark Elf child’s wail echo in this world...
We never should have brought Leon here. If not for him, none of this would have happened. At least we would have had those fleeting decades, a sliver of hope for the clan.
And now? Even our final hope has been snuffed out...
The Second Elder stared, hollow-eyed, as the small world began to convulse. Space rippled and shuddered, and jagged black fissures—like monstrous scars—split open across the sky.
A tempest roared. Chaotic energies surged forth, torrents of wild magic flooding in from the void. The lifeless yellow sands below seemed to boil, twisting upward in spiraling tornadoes.
One by one, the Dark Elves collapsed to their knees, wailing in utter despair—a despair so complete that not a single ray of hope remained.
A few Dark Elves, driven mad by grief, hurled themselves at Leon. Spells erupted—faces contorted, veins bulging—as they attacked with reckless, hopeless fury.
“You wretch! I’ll have your life for this!”
“If we die, you’re coming with us! If our end is near, yours will arrive first!”
………
This world teeters on the edge of oblivion. The Dark Elves stand at the precipice of extinction…
Leon watched the prologue of annihilation unfold, his gaze cold and distant, untouched by the madness consuming everything around him.
What could possibly shake him more than the obliteration of the entire Northend World? He’d witnessed Northend’s demise thrice before—this minor apocalypse was nothing but a trivial spectacle…
With a languid gesture, Leon unleashed a flurry of spells. Vines erupted from beneath the yellow sands, snaring the frenzied Dark Elves in a tangle of living restraint.
Staring at these desperate, deranged Dark Elves, intent on dragging him to death, Leon’s lips curled in contempt. A clan of Dark Elves, yet not one grasped the true foundation of their own race. Pathetic…
“Have you ever heard of the Crystal Phoenix? Do you understand Phoenix Renewal? Utter fools…”
Leon tossed out the words as if they meant nothing, then gripped the Arcane Wheel. At that moment, the Arcane Wheel shuddered violently—the luminous core at its center straining to contain the surge of power. The Life Sigil Relic Spirit, sensing the chaos outside, was on the verge of madness.