A Masterpiece of Craftsmanship, the Underground Grand City

"As you can see."

"I collected the last of her spirit. If I am lucky enough to obtain what I need, I have a forty percent chance of bringing her back."

Xilos spoke calmly.

Unlike the blazing heat surrounding her, she handled the cluster of emerald energy in her palm with extreme care.

"Forty percent..."

Kolun stood frozen in place. Hearing the success rate spoken by the Elf King he revered most, he even felt as though he had heard an illusion!

The Elf race had been shaped by natural energy. Once Spirit Dispersion began, an elf's body, mind, soul, and power would pour away like water, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

That was also why he had wanted to stop her earlier but had been unable to do so.

The dissipation happened so quickly that unless an existence far more powerful than her intervened directly, there was absolutely no chance of saving her.

Normally.

This was a suicidal technique elves used only when facing an inescapable predicament or encountering a mortal enemy.

"You have all worked hard during this time."

Seeing Kolun fall silent, Xilos's blazing gaze seemed to shine like sunlight everywhere. Her voice was not loud, yet it reached the ears of every elf underground like a divine decree.

"We worked hard?"

After a moment of silence, Kolun watched Xilos comfort the other elves and stood there blankly, not knowing what to say.

Behind Xilos, Yan Yao's searing heat brought boundless warmth, bringing hope to the entire underground Elf race.

If not for her, the entire Elf race would have long since been corroded by that strange Black Fog power.

To elves.

Corrosion.

Was worse than dying cleanly.

The Elf race would never allow any foreign power to seep into them. Every elf was a