The Sailors' Whereabouts

"What did she just do?"

Countless probing gazes followed the female elf into the wooden hut, then all settled on the flattened Black Shadow.

The group fell silent. In a corner, two aged voices slowly began to discuss the matter.

"Dead?"

"The alchemical body was destroyed, and all its soul energy was absorbed. It couldn't be any more dead..." the other voice replied.

"But how did she do it?"

"Judging from the laws of energy, it was merely a simple Transformation Spell..." The aged gaze turned toward them, and the voice replied faintly.

"How could that be..." The other voice clearly found it difficult to believe.

Transformation Spell—a very simple spell in the arcane system. Its principles were not complicated, and even low-level arcane civilizations usually had research on it. But it wasn't as though one could simply transform anyone into anything they wanted. After all, if that were possible, wouldn't arcane mages be invincible?

This kind of instantaneous transformation usually required an enormous gap between the two sides to be possible...

But...

Who here wasn't a Primordial Undead who had lived for at least ten thousand epochs? Wasn't this kind of overwhelming slaughter a little too exaggerated?

"She showed her face just now. Can you tell who she is?"

"I can't... She probably isn't from the same era as us..."

"Is that so..."

"Regardless, we shouldn't provoke her. At least... the two of us can't afford to."

"I think so too..."

The two aged voices slowly fell silent. The many probing gazes also gradually left the place, leaving only the flattened corpse lying quietly where it was, slowly being forgotten...

Inside the wooden hut, the elf from before lay in a wooden rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth. She paid no attention to the gazes secretly probing