All things have fallen silent, the roar and roar of the two worlds when they collided have disappeared, the colors and sunlight of the earthly world have also dissolved in the final annihilation, and in the chaotic darkness after the extinction of all things, the tree of the dead world is still growing silently.

New corpses grow out of the corpses, and new ruins grow out of the ruins.

She had forgotten the elves, of herself, of the beginning and the end of everything - to breed, to spread, to grow, that had become Silandis's only obsession after the end.

But the Lost Land came to the growing corpse, and the dark green light that spread through the darkness became a barrier to prevent Silandis from expanding.

The dead World Tree finally responded.

Duncan saw an unusual light and shadow suddenly float in her wreckage—it was a hazy mist, and the gray-white mist seemed to hide amorphous limbs and shapes, the edges of which continued to spread out from the canopy, like tentacles, like crooked roots.

He thought of the hazy mist floating above the Church of the Four Gods' Pilgrimage Ark.

But before he could think about it, an even bigger change happened—the "river" of countless small points of light that orbited around Silandis suddenly disintegrated, and countless dots of light merged into the fog floating above the World Tree, and in the next second, the seemingly illusory and powerless fog suddenly solidified and expanded wildly outward!

The boundaries of the fog turned into sharp arrows, slamming into the sea of spirit fire that permeated the Lost Homeland with all its might.

There seemed to be a low, illusory roar in the darkness, and Sirantis's impact caused ripples in the spiritual fire, but only more flames emerged from the void, gradually staining the chaotic pale fog with a layer of green—but Silantis continued to crash, even if each impact was fatal ablation to her, and the impact did not stop for a moment.

Duncan even felt a sense of consternation.

This was the first time that an existence had dared to take the initiative to rush towards the spirit fire.

And the next second, during Silandis's repeated impacts, he saw a hazy entity gradually take shape in the fog above the World Tree.

It was a glimmer of light, and there was no outline in the glimmer at all, as if a soul was brewing, and it had not yet had time to take shape.

But Duncan immediately realized that it was Silandis.

"There's no point in doing that," he couldn't help but say to the glimmer, "there's no way you're going to break through this barrier, and you'll soon be a part of it yourself." ”

However, the glimmer did not respond, only the constant impact, and the boundary of the mist melted in the impact after impact, and the low roar turned into a clear "thump" sound, sounding again and again.

Duncan watched this scene with a tense face, and for a long time, he slowly raised his hand.

Flames rose in the unreal, and slowly flowed towards Silandis's body in the darkness.

"Unleash those elves, and the things you've devoured, and bring Brehaven back to the real world," he said in a deep voice, "while it's not too late, there's still a chance to save it." ”

The hazy glimmer finally reacted, it flickered suddenly, and a sharp and childish voice came from the darkness: "They are not elves!" ”

The points of light that roamed around the wreckage of the World Tree suddenly became violently agitated, and more light converged into flowing water, surging towards the mist above Sirantis!

However, just as the fog was about to brew for the next impact, the restless point of light suddenly trembled violently, and then, many of the light that had been integrated into the fog suddenly "reversed", and began to break away from the "attraction" of Silandis, and the starry light fell from the sky above the World Tree like scattered petals, like stars surrounding the giant tree.

In the next second, one of those falling points of light swelled and gradually turned into an illusory shadow—

It was a not too tall elf, with gray hair, wearing a dark blue college robe, and his face seemed to have a never-ending look of exhaustion, but at this moment, his eyes were calmly standing among the countless scattered and floating points of light, quietly facing the huge mountain-like "World Tree" standing in the darkness.

The Keeper of Truth in Breeze, Ted Lille.

Duncan looked at the suddenly appeared figure with some surprise: "I thought the man was gone." ”

Ted Lille only shrugged his shoulders: "It's just a nightmare – it's not as good as grading the assignments and papers that students rush out on the last day of the holidays." ”

Perhaps due to the sudden loss of control of the large number of elves, Silandis's mental entity seemed to fall into a momentary state of confusion, but soon, her voice reappeared in the darkness: "You are back...... Come back, it's dangerous outside! Come back...... Let's wait for Saskarca to come home, okay......"

At the edge of the spiritual fire, the huge black male goat suddenly stepped out of the flames, he raised his head, and quietly looked at the pale and twisted World Tree: "Here I am, little sapling. ”

Silantis was suddenly stunned, her mental entity swayed in the mist, as if she couldn't tell whether the black goat in the flames was the creator she remembered, for a moment, she seemed to be shaking, the fog spreading out from the edge of the canopy was quietly closing down, but in the next second, a sharp whistling and piercing noise suddenly swept across the entire darkness:

"That's not right! No! You're not! None of you! You ......"

She stopped abruptly and lowered her voice as if muttering to herself in a daze: "None of you are ...... You are dead...... Finish? You're dead...... You're not elves...... I ......"

"We are indeed not the elves you remember, Sirantis."

A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Sirantis's bewildered thoughts.

This voice is not loud, but it seems to echo directly in the whole space, it sounds old, but it seems to have a calming power.

On the deck of the Lost Homeland, an old man with a hazy and illusory body slowly walked up.

Lune turned his head and nodded slightly to Duncan, then he turned calmly and calmly stared at the giant tree in the darkness.

That is the legendary World Tree of the Elves, their homeland, their mother, the starting point of mythology, inheritance, all legends, and the source of a glorious civilization.

Now, she has been dead for a long time, but her body is gradually getting out of control and multiplying in death.

Lune had never seen such a large tree—as an elf, he had never even seen a forest, he had not known how to survive in the forest, he had never seen a meandering river through the valley, a babbling stream in the forest, no birds and beasts roosting in the forest, flowers blooming in the clearing, and no hearing the sound of the wind and the forest sea in the night.

It is said that the elves lived longer than they do today - they lived almost eternal, they could be reborn from death under the protection of the World Tree, they were light and strong, and they could run between the canopies of towering trees......

But Rune never saw it.

He was born after all that destruction.

He came to the end of the deck, his back was a little rickety with age, and his body was a little blessed by his years of desk work and not so good life, and when he raised his head, wrinkles piled up on his forehead, and the ravines were criss-crossed.

"We're very different from what you remember." He said to the World Tree.

Sirantis didn't speak, the glimmer of light only shimmered slightly in the mist, and from the depths of the pale and twisted wreckage of the World Tree, there was a subtle rustle like a leaf shaking.

After a long time, the immature voice hesitated to sound: "The furrow on your face...... What is it? ”

"It's wrinkles, when mortals get older, their skin sags and shrinks, and it becomes like this," Luan said slowly, "and when it's cloudy and rainy, I still feel back pain, because I'm old and I've been living at sea...... My stomach is not very good now, my teeth have been repaired, and maybe in a few years I will die like other old people, and I will become ashes in the furnace, and I will become nourishment in the plantation...... We will not return to the World Tree, nor will we regenerate in the giant seed pods......"

He paused and looked up, staring at the distant glimmer of light.

"It's very different from what you remember, isn't it?" He said again.

Deep in the wreckage of the World Tree, a slight rustle sounded again.

“…… Isn't it, can't you come back......"

"Yes, you can't come back, you can't come back, and even if you do, it may not be what you know," Luan said slowly, "but...... I have something I want you to see. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and fumbled in his arms, and after a moment, he pulled out a book.

The book is old, and it seems to be often flipped, and the cover is emblazoned with elegant letters that are different from the common language of most city-states.

He opened the old book, found a passage on it, and read it slowly: "...... The first rays of sunlight appeared on the boulder, and the traveler packed his bags to cross the hill of flowers and arrive at the hill of Roland Namm by evening......"

"This is the ...... of the Long Poem of Holo-Dazzle"

"Yes, it's the poem, and long ago explorers found the slate on which the poem was engraved on a dark island, and many other records that we have spent a thousand years recovering the meaning of these words, and thousands of years searching for the mound of flowers and the hill described in the poem...... But we didn't find it, and even those dark islands disappeared into the fog of the border one day......"

Lune said in a low voice, and he put down the scroll and looked back at the glimmer of light in the distance.

"We have recovered a lot of things, half of them, we still can't understand yet, but compared to humans and Senjin, the history of the elves is the most complete, and we at least remember that the Creator woke up in the darkness and planted the first trees in the dream of origin...... Four hundred years ago, we restored the craft of the 'ring-tailed lyre', which has a crisp sound, as recorded in the ancient scrolls, and seventy-six years ago we restored the last chapter of the Hedland Psalms, which is a collection of many interesting stories that are said to have been dedicated to the gods......

"But there are many more, we still don't know, and never will know, those who disappeared in the Great Annihilation, and who were no longer seen in the Deep Sea Age, just as the dark islands that disappeared in the fog.

"Silandis, I'm sorry, we're not the elves you remember, we've just picked up some fragments of the past from the long river that has passed by, and left these traces in the post-apocalyptic world as much as possible...... I don't know if that gives you a little comfort, but ......

"That's really all there is left."

In the darkness, the glimmer of light floated quietly, the hazy and pale fog gradually contracted, and before I knew it, the death-twisted branches at the edge of Silandis silently dissipated, and the faint green flames silently surrounded the giant tree, like ...... The forest that died long ago.

Duncan looked up at the huge black male goat.

After a moment of silent exchange, he nodded slightly.

The black goat stepped through the void and slowly came to the foot of the giant tree.

“…… You've grown so big. He looked up and sighed softly.

The shimmer in the darkness trembled slightly: "I...... Didn't finish what you told you to do. ”

"No, you've done a good job," the black goat slowly lowered his head and lightly touched the dry and torn trunk with his horn, and at the tip of the horn, a faint green flame burned quietly, "Now the good boy is going to sleep, little sapling." ”

In the pale mist, the glimmer of light dimmed, the rustle of the wind and leaves finally ceased, and the sparkling light gathered into a river, silently surrounding the feet of Celestis—in the deepest part of the World Tree, there was finally a howl.

The green spirit fire rose into the air, enveloping the entire giant tree in an instant, illuminating the entire darkness after the extinction of all things.

(I'm going on a business trip again, or going to a meeting, just as the Breeze Harbor chapter is over, and the next few days will still be a single shift, and I'll resume when I come back.) ）

(End of chapter)