novelraw Chapter 392 - 204: Summoning Ten Thousand Troops in 500 Years (Double-Length)
Chapter 392 - 204: Summoning Ten Thousand Troops in 500 Years (Double-Length)
Within the Black Tower, a silence akin to death returned.
Only Hathaway remained, her golden hair flowing, standing alone in this desolate tower.
Time seemed to freeze into eternity, with only a small hourglass nearby, its grains of sand trickling away.
The eyes of the Golden Elf were utterly lifeless.
After a long while, a faint light finally flickered within them.
"You’re truly willful, Teacher Shaar..."
The Golden Elf’s voice remained cool and clear.
Yet it lacked the innocence of a young girl, instead bearing a hint of hoarseness and solitude.
"You plan everything your own way, arranging it all by yourself."
"You’re always like this, should I call it arrogance or male chauvinism..."
"Feigning confidence and taking on everything upon yourself, leaving all risks and burdens to bear, while giving me an effortless, hazard-free shortcut."
She gently opened her mouth, feeling the indescribable grief slowly expand in her spiritual world, rippling like water.
"You think you can predict all lives, everything, believing that events and changes will unfold as you imagine."
"But you never considered yourself."
"Have you thought about... if you truly were to sleep eternally within the Abyss, how should I cope—"
"How could I possibly, as you’ve planned and desired, live on healthily and happily."
"You never considered, behind you, if anyone might worry for you,"
"And also..."
The Golden Elf’s dry lips moved slightly.
"I’m not like in your plan, a damsel waiting quietly in the dragon’s lair, appearing as a trophy in the Brave Hero’s conquest of the dragon."
"Indeed, in your eyes up till now, I may have been just such a vase."
"Naive and ignorant, even laughably foolish, unknowing of peril even when in it... besides being pretty, providing emotional value as I call you Teacher Shaar, there’s nothing more to offer."
"But—that is not the case."
"I don’t wish to be that kind of vase."
"I won’t remain clumsy and unpolished forever, nor do I wish to remain so."
"Someday, I won’t be a burden or encumbrance to you anymore..."
"But I will stand beside you with dignity, proudly saying I am your disciple, your most proud disciple."
Her words paused slightly.
Then, she reached out with her pale fingers.
Pale golden magic power gathered at Hathaway’s fingertips.
In mid-air, she sketched out clearly visible ancient Elvish Language.
"The abyss you speak of..."
"Or is it the so-called ’world inside’?"
The Golden Elf’s lips formed a faint smile.
"If that’s so, then Teacher Shaar."
"Don’t blame me, for disrupting your plan."
Her gaze shifted slightly.
Then, it fixed directly outside this ethereal tower, onto the turbulent sea below.
The sunlight was bright.
Under the sun, the sea was a spectacular scene unlike anything Hathaway had seen before.
Yet, at this moment, Hathaway’s mind did not linger on it for a single moment.
Instead, all her focus was on—
The azure sea, and a point upon the surface.
An endless and deep vortex, stirring thousands of tons of seawater into tumultuous motion.
This was where the Lost Island once existed.
But now, it had transformed into a massive whirlpool in the Endless Ocean Domain.
The grand vortex devoured light, unfathomable, and its depths were difficult to discern.
However, Hathaway knew clearly—
The Lost Island, the Elven Royal Court, and Shiayar were at the end of that great vortex.
On the world’s inner side, within the Star Inner Sea.
This great vortex was the remnant of the Lost Island’s fall.
The Golden Elf took a deep breath.
She forcefully suppressed her urgent impulse to immediately use Void Magic, to enter the great vortex, the Abyss, and meet Shiayar again.
She knew well, with her current self.
Relying on a rank barely at the peak of the Legendary, not even crossing into the demigod boundary.
Even if I entered that great vortex, reaching the Abyss would only cause trouble for Shiayar.
Shiayar painstakingly freed her from the manipulation of the Elf King’s bloodline...
And if she truly followed her impulse, it would betray everything Shiayar had done for her, offering herself back as a pawn to the Elf King.
Moreover, at this moment—
The world wall pierced by the Sacred Spear had already healed.
Without the Sacred Spear’s Authority to aid.
Even a bona fide Fabled Creature, or a True God—
Attempting to cross the intact world wall into the Abyss, where no one has ventured, is extremely difficult.
However, since it’s that difficult, it implies—it’s not impossible.
Perhaps it doesn’t exist in the Main Material Plane.
But in the vast, endless Sea of Stars, and the infinite overlapping Multiverse, within countless folded Sub-dimensions—