The adventurers had finally reached the core of the gray mist, and Hatred was gradually being driven into a corner.
He had foreseen this day, but he had not expected it to come so soon.
"Priests, focus on pulling people back! The Lord's attack is way too high!"
The core region of the Dark Elf World Tree was a great hall covered in gray vines.
The moment the adventurers barged in, Hatred reacted at once, violently wiping out one group of adventurers who had entered.
What followed, however, was an endless assault from his enemies. The number of adventurers entering the hall gradually rose from hundreds to thousands.
"It's over."
Lloydel stood silently in a corner of the core region, watching Hatred in the distance like a trapped beast.
Its body was still enormous, and the power it unleashed was something Lloydel could not hope to resist. But she knew that its remaining energy was nearly exhausted.
Lloydel had already witnessed the adventurers' strength. In this final battle, she could not even find a way to help.
But the reason Lloydel was here... was to ensure that the adventurers could eradicate Hatred completely.
Just as Lloydel had expected, when Hatred's main body was on the verge of death, he extracted his consciousness, separated off a small portion of his energy, and chose to flee.
White runes appeared before Lloydel, and in the next moment, she was teleported into a passage on the other side of the core region.
This was where the small portion of energy Hatred had split off was located. Or rather, it should now be called Hatred's main body.
"Now, all that's left of your power is scraps!"
Looking at the battered Hatred, Lloydel finally spoke the words she had always wanted to say.
"Move!" Hatred had