But in the blink of an eye, there was another world in front of me.

There was chaos all around, like a painting that had been blurred by water. All the edges are hazy and distorted, and all the colors are cloudy. Looking up, there were no more stars in the night sky, only suffocating black clouds tumbling and pressing down.

A few steps away, the towering tower was still as white as bones, but it was covered with black cracks, as if it would collapse in the next moment. Wisps of black mist wrapped around the White Tower, and they met with the clouds like countless thin tentacles, and it was impossible to tell whether they were poking down from the sky or sticking out of the cracks. They swirled and intersected, falling silently like black-gray silky snowflakes, and like dead ashes swept up by the wind after a fire, weaving an overwhelming web between heaven and earth, annihilating everything into lifeless dark ashes.

The gray snow fell on Fei Rui's long silver hair, piling up on his shoulders, and seemed to melt away in a misty silver light, but the trace of black and gray still seeped down after all, making the elf's figure become extremely dim, almost blending with the surrounding shadows.

Ed shuddered and looked at Corell unconsciously. He could feel the little elf looking back at him with some confusion, as if he had said something, but the voice was like a cold river, and he couldn't hear it clearly...... His face was indistinct, but his body was like a jewel wrapped in a rock, and though it was also covered in gray snow, there were small pieces of light that shimmered, flickered and dimmed, and stubbornly penetrated.

He looked down at himself—there was no light, just a clear, clear enough to make him feel that he was the only one who really existed in this world.

He suppressed his panic and looked around. In the darkness, only the light emanating from Xiaobai's body was bright and clear...... It's even a little glaring.

Ed finally caught a similar image in his own chaotic mind—at that time, the white leopard that walked through the underground labyrinth of Krissus with Scott and the others was still a small mass...... A ball of light rolling around.

At that time his soul was detached from his body...... But at this moment, it was more like he suddenly opened another pair of eyes.

The heartbeat that has lost its rhythm has stabilized. Ed blinked, and as he struggled to break free from this dreamless situation, he still had the strength to smile at Corell.

He finally heard his concerned inquiry: "...... Are you alright?"

"It's fine. He replied, slightly dizzy, his vision clear in an instant.

Correll looked at him thoughtfully, but didn't ask anything more.

The door opened. He said, "Are you ready?"

Fei Rui glanced back at them. At some point, he had a slender staff in his hand, which had no runes or gemstones, and was as simple as a branch that had been broken off from the old oak tree, and the bark had not yet been peeled off.

“...... Wait!"

Ed blurted out as he stepped into the door.

He didn't see it clearly...... Looking at the past at this moment, the light flowing from the door was clearly soft and desirable, but when he broke free from that moment of trance, the door that slowly opened inward was faintly a blood-red blood.

“...... Let them find their way. He said.

There are no movements, and no spells are required. The scythe of light that flew before him rose like a light veil, and let out a thin whisper of joy, and after a moment of hovering, swept like lightning into the tower.

The gaze cast at him was full of surprise or surprise, and even Xiaobai roared lowly. But Ed inexplicably felt ...... It doesn't seem to be very happy.

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The first to notice something unusual was Frante.

She stood at the edge of the circle, a scythe of light that could stranch her into a cloud of blood in an instant, and a step forward was a rune that had been dyed red by whose blood.

A faint light flowed through it. She stared at it for a long time—she had carved every rune in her heart deeply, but she couldn't unlock its secrets.

She wasn't discouraged by that. What the elders had taken thousands of years to master, she was naturally not able to figure it out in a matter of moments. She didn't have that kind of talent...... That's not why Payne brought her here, either.

When restless...... Even when fear, like a cold little snake, meandered in her heart, this realization made her grit her teeth and always remain calm.

She looked up at the other elf standing to the side like her, the archer that Panasses had brought.

In her opinion, he was too young, too young to know how to control and hide his emotions. His face changed instantly when his leader stabbed Payne in the back, his eyes wide in disbelief were full of horror, and he still looked lost to this moment, not even looking at Payne and Parnasas in the battle, just hanging his head in a daze.

At his feet was Olin's corpse.

Even if he misses the arrow...... Even if he had mastered some ancient magic, it would not be wise to involve an elf who was too innocent in such a situation, unless Panasses had no idea what would happen to him in the Tower of Silence.

Even Frandi herself still thinks it's ridiculous - is the future of the elves tied to such a savage duel?

She looked at Helenno quietly. It was supposed to be the elf who single-handedly planned all this, but it didn't seem to be interested in the battle in front of him.

Helenno Flowfire. She was the youngest of all the elders, and that was mostly because of her lineage...... At least that's what Faranti thinks.

They were both singers of Omer. Helenno's great power is unquestionable, but it has been so low-key that it lacks even a sense of presence. Franci could rarely tell what she really thought in that face without many wrinkles, and she didn't even use her mind to guess. But at this moment, she could at least see that Helenor's gaze was always involuntarily cast on the starry sky set with the jewels...... So much so that when the Scythe of Light suddenly changed the rhythm of its flying and scattered as if it had lost its purpose, her body, which had been relaxed by the victory in her hands, suddenly stiffened, and her eyes flickered, unable to hide the fear of that moment.

Frante quickly withdrew her gaze, her heart beating involuntarily.

They wouldn't be so passive without those little things. Helenno, on the other hand, seems to have lost control of them.

She couldn't be entirely sure...... But it's not hard to prove it.

She straightened her back. The Scythe of Light tensed her muscles as she continued to fluctuate like water in her movements, trying not to think about her skeletal companion, and her left hand, which hung by her side, crept out of the circle.

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