Mage Legend-Chapter 410: Travel and Travel Beyond - Fourteen Past_2

"However, not all elves can endure such a cruel situation, as war ultimately goes against our nature. A small group of elves decided to leave their homeland ravaged by monsters, even if it meant entering the cold and sunless Underworld. They used a long staff to take a portion of the God of Prophecy’s power, and even the essence of an Ancient God was stolen along with it."

The Empress paused, seemingly realizing she had misspoken: "I should say, the things they took originally belonged to the elves who sacrificed their lives, so ’steal’ is not entirely accurate. They fought bravely underground but, due to insufficient numbers and strength, they abandoned the original Moon Goddess—Moonia, and turned to the Spider Goddess of the Underworld, thus becoming Dark Elves."

"I see," Lynch asked, "then why didn’t the Great Mages of the past destroy the God of Prophecy’s body?"

"That was impossible," the Empress said. "The Great Arcanists separated the god from his power, but as long as that divine power remains, the body will exist forever."

Hearing this, Lynch’s greatest concern was not the death of the God of Prophecy; he thought of the fate of the Magic God. If the Magic Network is the remaining divine power of the Magic God, then could his body be waiting for rebirth somewhere?

"After the power of the ’Space-Time Marker’ vanished, we elves, like all other creatures on the continent, faced an uncertain future. Fortunately, at the last moment, the prophecy of the Savior gave us inspiration." Her Majesty said: "I cannot fully ascertain what the visions seen during the spell’s effects truly mean. But one thing I am certain of is that the appearance of that Savior may be related to you. If there is any power in the world that can provide a more detailed explanation, I believe only your mentor, the Great Prophet Caso, possesses it. Only mages can see the future without relying on the power of the God of Prophecy."

"How may I serve you, esteemed lady?"

"I will communicate the detailed scene of the prophecy to the leaders of various nations on the continent soon. Before that, I genuinely hope to gain the help of the Great Mage. Before the darkness arrives, this might be the last ray of twilight. While we can still see the road ahead, we should take a few more steps."

"Very well, esteemed lady," Lynch said. "I will discuss this matter with my mentor."

"Thank you very much, Mage Lynch. You have built a bridge of communication between us and the Mage Association," the Empress said. "With that, I can rest assured. Young mage, is there anything else you request?"

Lynch furrowed his brow, wondering if he should do something for Zilvra. He assessed the potential consequences and dangers of the matter and finally decided to explain everything in this setting.

"Your Majesty, I have a friend, and I wish to apply for residency in Salantir for her so she can find a place in this world," Lynch said. "To be honest, she is a Dark Elf. Although she is half-Drow by blood, I cannot deny the fact that she hails from Ratris City."

The Empress’s expression remained unchanged, as if she had known this all along. Her emerald green eyes flickered, contemplating something as she stood motionless before the ’Space-Time Marker.’

Lynch also did not move. He would not leave before the Empress spoke. A gentle breeze blew through this "Secret Realm," softly stirring both their robes, one as pure white as snow on a high mountain, the other as deep and serene as the night sky.

Elves even hold aversion towards those with half-elf blood, and most Half-Elves traveling the continent cannot return to the Heather Holy Land. As for the hatred towards Dark Elves, it has long surpassed ’aversion.’ A thousand years of Drow raids and killings of surface elves have already sown seeds of ancestral hatred.

Lynch lowered his head, not daring to meet Hernfurry’s eyes, even avoiding the Elf Queen’s realm with the Eye of Insight. He waited, like a lone stone standing silently at the vast, boundless ocean’s edge.

"Mage Lynch, we of the Elf Clan welcome friends, and the friends of friends. However, Dark Elves are the one exception we cannot tolerate. There are too many past events, too many painful memories involved," the Empress said. "We judge someone by what they do. But for Dark Elves, we will not take that risk. In the process of evaluating the character of some Dark Elves, we lost too many outstanding souls. A thousand years have taught us this lesson—to grant no absolution to Dark Elves."