The elf stopped under an oak tree and looked up at the white tower in the glade.

As the sun sets, the afterglow turns the holy white of the stone tower into brilliant gold, and in the eyes of the elves, it is like an eternal path of light, connecting the dense forest and the sky.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

A few steps in front of him, Payne Silverleaf was smiling back at him, his silver hair like the White Tower, gilded with a dazzling golden red, almost burning against the light, too bright to look at...... But it also blurred his face.

Parnasas nodded silently, quickening his pace to follow.

It was a beautiful moment, but it was also extremely short. The sun sank little by little, as if a shadow had risen from the ground, from the bottom to the top, slowly swallowing the entire tower. When they walked to the bottom of the tower, there was still a little reddish golden glow on the top of the tower, but the tower body had already shown a dull gray in the night, and the reddish light was a little weird.

The gate was opened for the king of the elves, and before entering, Payne suddenly looked back at the heavy trees behind him, as if he were aware of it.

At the turn of day and night, everything became obscure, and the dense forest was silent, except for the gentle breeze that brought the low roar of a leopard in the distance.

The familiar voice made the elf's slightly frowning brow stretch for a moment. He nodded apologetically to Panasses, and stopped no longer, but his steps were unconsciously lighter.

However, the air in the tower was still stagnant, as if even time had stopped flowing. Under the illumination of the magic light that is as cold and mysterious as starlight, but unchanged, there is a faint trace of decay, lingering.

The subtle curvature of Payne's lips quickly sank, but Parnasses didn't notice it. He was inevitably drawn to the intricate statues in the hallway—something that was not found in the Antler Forest...... It was something that his ancestors rejected when they chose another way of life. It's just that the preference for things that are not natural, but are still delicate and beautiful, may still remain in his blood.

He couldn't look away. Even though we have admired the countless intricate and ingenious buildings of Grivar these days, there is no place like this one, which is so majestic and sacred as it is in addition to the over-carved sheer intricacies. It seems that only here is the god who is still God, not the rhyme of the song, the decoration of the forest...... It's not a name that's getting so distant that it's losing its meaning.

But after a moment, he tilted his ears slightly, and his face showed curiosity: "You brought the water into the tower, did it fall from the top of the tower?"

He may have lost his mind, but he didn't lose his sharpness. There is a thin and continuous sound of water in my ears, very soft, it sounds like last night's drizzle, if there is a sound of nothing, if you listen too carefully, you will feel that it does not exist.

Payne's expression was a little strange.

“...... This is the Tower of Silence. He said.

Indeed, there is an inexhaustible stream of water that winds its way down from the top of the tower, flowing through every place where it is needed...... But there shouldn't be such a voice.

Parnasas was a little puzzled, but he only nodded, not intending to ask more. Looking at the white tower in the empty courtyard, when he impulsively asked if he could enter, he actually thought that he would be politely refused, after all, this is not a place where the Silver Leaf King himself can enter and exit at will. It was a bonus, and he didn't want Payne to think he was interested in pying into any of the secrets that belonged here—he wasn't qualified yet.

He was well aware of his situation. He carefully balanced the Silver Leaf King and the Council of Elders, keeping silent about the "messenger" who had died in the Antler Forest. However, he could sense Payne's sincerity—even if he had brought his people here, he wanted more than just a sincere "welcome back" greeting...... But it still began to falter unconsciously.

That's dangerous.

As they climbed upwards, the sound of shredded water was intermittent. Panasses had thought it was a beautiful voice, but he gradually became a little irritable. Judging by Payne's reaction, the sound was clearly abnormal...... He didn't expect any of the elders to come out and give them an explanation, but even if it was out of courtesy, shouldn't someone say hello to them?

However, the only guards in the tower were fully armoured and sword-wielding, statue-like guards, who remained motionless as they passed, and did not know where to look.

The growing uneasiness made Parnasus's steps heavier, and for a moment, for no reason, he even felt that he and Payne were ...... Including the guards who had been silently following them, and the two elves he had brought with him, they had actually become ghosts that roamed the tower and could never leave.

He began to regret the impulsiveness of the moment...... But is it really just a "spur of the moment"?

"This is it. ”

Payne's voice woke him up from his trance.

"It's ...... A remnant of the previous Ormer Tower. The Elven King raised his hand to the relief in front of them, his expression calm, as if he had not noticed his absent-mindedness.

"Alamit......" Panasses muttered, his gaze swept over the dragon that almost obscured the sky, past the Sage who stood on the wall, and landed on the elf who led the soldiers out of the city gates.

In the whole magnificent relief, he is inconspicuous, but it is Lossac Flowing Fire, the King of Alamit...... His ancestors.

This ancient sculpture seems to have hardly been touched by time, and even if it was damaged, it has been restored to the point where there is no trace of it, only the simpler but equally vivid lines that are thousands of years later bear witness to its extraordinary experience.

The story he had heard over and over again when he was a child appeared in front of his eyes in such a form, but Parnasas did not feel the blood boiling as it should be.

"Do you think he's a hero?" he asked, uncontrollably, "Lotsac......

"Of course. Payne replied without hesitation.

"But if we are destined to be saved, perhaps his choice is a mistake?" Panasses looked into the corner of the picture—the roaring dwarves were not missed.

In order to have enough strength to fight the dragons, Lossack Flowing Fire has united the dwarves and even the humans despite the opposition of many elves, putting aside thousands of years of old grudges...... He succeeded in defeating the dragon, but a shadow lurked beneath the glorious victory. Accused of treachery by dwarves and treacherous by disgruntled elves, the second division of the elves began, and after years of civil war, he lost many of his kindreds and the lands of the north, and finally retreated to the forests of the south.

"If he hadn't done everything he could to fend off the dragon's attack, he had held Alami for ten days when it was impossible...... Maybe the Holy One won't come at all. Payne replied, "If all we can do is wait and pray, how can we be saved?"

“...... And now?" asked Parnasus, "and now we ...... Is it still worth saving?"