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Chapter 250 : Chapter 250
Final Volume – The Elf Is Pure, and Also Mad
Prologue: She Is the War Goddess of the Elves
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[Sacred Oblivion] — Teresa’s companion weapon.
Her feelings toward it had always been indescribable, tangled between awe and unease. From the moment she first awakened to its power, doubt took root within her heart. After regaining most of her memories, that doubt only deepened — she distinctly remembered that in her past life, she had rarely ever wielded this weapon.
It felt like something foreign inside her body, an intruder rejected by her very being.
She didn’t remember how it came to dwell within her — only that, ever since her awakening, [Sacred Oblivion] had never once left her side. She had called upon it again and again as her ultimate weapon.
And this divine armament had never once failed her. It could annihilate all things — even herself.
When it struck, the stones of the city gate didn’t shatter. They simply ceased to exist — as though the entire gate had never been there.
The gloom that had loomed above the fortress poured down like ink spilling into clear water, spreading and staining everything.
The “things” sealed within sensed the collapse of their prison. They stirred — trembling with excitement, ready to be unleashed.
Deep within Tensuo City, a pair of blood-red eyes opened atop a mountain of corpses. A silver-haired girl slowly rose, her gaze stretching across the distance toward one direction, filled with resentment and a storm of conflicting emotions.
“You finally came.”
“Teresa…”
At that same moment, Teresa sensed another presence — something strange, calling to her from afar. It was a resonance that reached into her very soul, compelling her to draw near.
The day had finally come.
Horned, purple-skinned humanoid demons, skeletal knights clad in ancient armor, one-eyed giants dragging iron flails, and countless other creatures she could not name gathered before the breach in the wall, staring her down. The air itself froze.
[Sacred Oblivion] faded from Teresa’s hands, dissolving into black motes. She half-kneeled, breathing shallowly, hiding her pain so the monsters wouldn’t see her trembling hands.
Her face remained composed — but her body betrayed her.
The backlash from using [Sacred Oblivion] was growing worse each time.
The demons didn’t wait for her to recover. Earlier, they had stayed motionless only out of fear of the being who had shattered the barrier outside. But now, sensing that terrifying force had vanished with the wall itself, they fell into frenzied joy.
Their century-long cage was gone.
Driven mad by ages of confinement, their dwindling sanity had long since burned away. What remained was nothing but pure, instinctive hunger — the desire to destroy and kill.
And now that Teresa had destroyed every barrier in Ruglian, the demonic realm lay wide open. Should these creatures spill out, they would sweep across the world — threatening all of Kaleburn.
Teresa finally understood why, after conquering the Old Continent, the demons had stayed silent for so long. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to move. It was that they couldn’t.
Each faction had been trapped in its own domain — divided, fractious, and at war with itself.
Four centuries was enough time for them to form countless pseudo-“nations,” with hierarchies, oppression, and endless rebellion. Victims became oppressors; dragon slayers became dragons — and none realized the irony.
Now, after generations, the ruling class was fixed, the enslaved revolted, and the cycle of blood began anew.
A sudden flash of realization crossed Teresa’s mind — but there was no time to dwell on it. The enemy was on the move.
Felicia had imagined what it would be like if the demons invaded again, and how she would face them. But imagination could never compare to the reality now standing before her.
The army before them — black and endless — radiated despair. Just their presence alone crushed the air from her lungs.
In battle, courage mattered as much as strength. Yet faced with that army, even the most seasoned knight would falter.
The skeletal warhorses screamed, the cyclopes roared — the sound of an ending world.
In that instant, Felicia knew: she wasn’t their match. Even a nameless foot soldier among them could kill her effortlessly.
These were the same forces that once devastated half the continent — and they had survived, clinging to unholy life for centuries.
The only good news was that, according to Teresa’s judgment, the demons of Tensuo City were not united. Infighting plagued them endlessly. The bad news — now, for the sake of escape, they were united in a temporary alliance.
To them, the elves and humans before them weren’t enemies — they were insects. Their eyes burned only with the desire to trample and consume.
A skeletal warlord raised his sword high. His undead charger reared, blue flames flickering in its eyes.
With a single cry, the army surged forward.
The Skeletal Cavalry, a high-ranking demonic legion — the same unit that once annihilated nations with a single charge.
Even reinforced walls coated in Dark Oil barely withstood their impact. All else crumbled like paper.
Felicia swallowed hard, stepping forward to meet their charge. The two smallest members of their group hid behind her, trembling.
Then — a golden flash crossed the field.
An elf girl with hair like sunlight stood calmly before the demonic host. Her expression didn’t waver — as though she’d seen such armies a thousand times before.
The skeletal riders thundered toward her — until they stopped.
Their commander glanced down in confusion. His horse refused to move, hooves straining uselessly against invisible resistance. Turning, he saw the reason.
The reins — all of them — were held taut in a single elf’s hands.
Teresa.
“Apologies,” she said softly. “But leaving without permission isn’t allowed.”
And then — with a flick — she swung them.
The entire cavalry unit lifted into the air, spinning like a flail before crashing back into the horde behind them.
Everyone — even Yimi — stared in speechless shock.
A serene smile curved Teresa’s lips, though her eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth.
Floral Whisper: Eternal Renewal transformed into a longbow of willow and emerald, its arrows bursting into green-tinted blossoms over Tensuo’s skies.
[Divine Command: Blossoming Rain]
BOOM!
The black mists over the city vanished, replaced by a rain of luminous petals.
Wherever the rain touched, demons dissolved into sludge — their flesh and magic undone alike.
They screamed. They ran. They forgot who they were.
“Rest now,” Teresa whispered, pressing her palms together over her chest.
Dozens of glowing buds spiraled around her arrows, blooming into radiant roses.
[Overload Release: Blossoming Rain]
The sky ignited. The explosion bloomed like a second sun, raining down an unending storm of floral light.
The wails of demons echoed through the holy city — the same army that had once trampled empires and kingdoms.
Back then, they had invaded the elves Forest with the same arrogance — until they met her.
The War Goddess of the Elves — Teresa.
She alone had turned the tide. If not for the ambush that felled her — a single strike from a black halberd — the demons would never have conquered the forest.
So long as she lived, the elves never lost ground.
Four centuries later, the demons now tasted that same helplessness.
When the storm of divine rain ended, only the blackened walls remained. The demonic army had been erased.
Her companions stood frozen, unable to speak.
They knew she was powerful — but this? This was beyond anything mortal.
The very army that once ended nations had been destroyed with a single divine invocation.
Calmly, Teresa lowered her bow and stepped forward into the breach.
After a brief pause, the others followed.
Felicia couldn’t help but wonder — with someone like Teresa on their side, how had the elves ever lost the war?
Only one among them didn’t react — Astrid.
Once inside the city, her eyes were fixed solely on the distant palace. She said nothing.
Teresa, too, sensed something familiar — faint, overlapping, chaotic. A presence she couldn’t quite identify… but one stood out among them all.
She looked toward the palace gates.
“Felicia,” she said calmly, “search the city. If any demons survived, grant them mercy — make it quick.”
The command was cruel, but practical.
Those struck by Blossoming Rain were as good as dead already.
Felicia nodded. “Understood.” She knew her strength was useless in the battles ahead. She led Wenfu and Yimi away.
None of them noticed Astrid quietly slipping away in the opposite direction.
Now, only two remained.
And that was fine.
Because what came next concerned only the two of them.
The other was coming — drawn by the same inevitability.
Teresa walked through the ruined streets, stepping over corpses and rivers of blood, until she reached the royal gates.
There, at the same moment, another figure emerged.
One gold. One silver.
One tall. One short.
The reunion was wordless — yet perfect in timing.
her memories had changed.
Gray elves skin, now violet; horns curling from her head; eyes turned blood-red.
It made sense. High demons spoke a distorted form of elves tongue — because the first of them were elves.
Ifan stood before the palace, exuding an aura of corruption, fused with the very castle behind her like a breathing beast.
She met Teresa’s gaze — a blend of mockery, nostalgia, and hatred.
“It’s been a long time,” Teresa said evenly. “Ifan.”
“Yes,” Ifan replied with a bitter smile. “My dear sister.”
“Surprised?”
“Not at all. I knew you’d return. I knew you’d come for me.”
“Four hundred years,” Ifan whispered, twirling a lock of silver-gray hair with a clawed hand. “Not long for elves or demons — yet long enough.”