Aserkelo's population had approached over five hundred thousand during its most prosperous era... There had been more than a hundred High Elf clans living in Aserkelo.
The Enya Clan and the Yulias Clan were the two most learned clans among the High Elves. The Yulias Clan had also overseen Aserkelo's urban infrastructure, and every one of them had mastered Aserkelo's most advanced Magic Mechanical Device technology.
The heads of High Elf clans abandoned their original names and inherited their clan's designation as their own name.
Before Elder Enya became clan head, the man before her had already been the leader of the Yulias Clan...
"I thought those monsters had devoured you."
Elder Enya felt no joy at seeing her old friend again. Time seemed to have long ago worn away her excitement.
"They did devour me."
Scarlet blood appeared in the Grand Duke of Blood's hand, forming into a sphere before instantly dispersing.
"You accepted that monster's power... and abandoned your faith in the Sacred Tree?"
Looking at his newfound power, Elder Enya instantly understood how the Grand Duke of Blood had survived so many years away from the World Tree.
"My younger self could not resist that monster's temptation," said the Grand Duke of Blood.
"You... what exactly did you do before Aserkelo suffered that disaster...?"
Just from his few words, Elder Enya began to suspect there was a deeper truth behind Aserkelo's catastrophe.
"You would not want to hear it... Enya."
"Aserkelo was not destroyed. Since you are still alive, why did you not go home? Why did you... stay in the territory of our enemies for so long?"
Elder Enya glanced around the Demon Realm. From the moment she entered it, she had sensed a familiar presence, yet she could not determine what it was.
"Do you