In the central region of the Solantia Death Forest, countless magical beasts were slaughtered in their dreams. Their flesh fell away, and their bones rose again, becoming soldiers of the black-robed spellcaster controlled by the Outer God's avatar.
With every magical beast's soul he devoured, the black-robed spellcaster's soul grew stronger, and the Outer God's avatar tightened its control over him.
As time passed, the once-noisy central region of the Solantia Death Forest grew quiet.
Elsewhere, after pursuing him for a thousand kilometers, the High Elf Lycas completely lost the black-robed spellcaster's trail.
Standing on the trunk of a two-hundred-meter-tall tree, he sensed his surroundings. Apart from magical beasts, there was no trace of any other intelligent being.
"I lost him!"
Lycas clenched the longbow in his hand, his face livid.
His mother had entrusted someone with bringing him that section of the World Tree's branch, yet he had lost it.
"Damn it!"
Lycas slammed a fist into the trunk and growled under his breath.
"I'll keep looking. That vermin fled in this direction, so he must be somewhere nearby."
Taking a deep breath, Lycas suppressed his anger and scanned his surroundings again. Then he headed toward the area where the death force was most concentrated, intending to begin his search there.
No matter what, even if it cost him his life, he would retrieve that section of the World Tree's branch.
On the night of April 1, Year 9807 of the Radiant Calendar, Velin sat in a cultivation chamber at Supreme Command on the Sixth Teleportation Array Island, staring blankly at Anansi's Sword before him as he waited for the important moment to arrive.
Before long, that pleasant voice sounded in his ears.
``` [Ten years from now, a descendant of the God of Dreams will appear in Baimu