Before Li Wei departed, neither of these two military communications used a dedicated line, nor any encryption at all. It was as if he were openly telling everyone, overtly or covertly connected to the Weave at this moment:
He was going to wipe out every follower of Lolth.
Those who refused to convert would die!
This was clearly a severe blow to Lucifer, who had always been devoted to leading the dark elves back to the continent. Ever since the battle, this half-elf born in the Underdark had sat on a seaside reef with a desolate look on his face, gazing across Sword Coast—perhaps recalling a bitter past, perhaps worrying across the sea about the future of his two children.
It was not that he sympathized with the Drow compatriots about to be slaughtered. At a time like this, any Drow still blindly devoted to the Spider Queen Lolth could only be said to deserve death.
It was simply that the goal he had strived toward for half his life had been achieved by that being with a mere wave of his hand, and in such an almost iron-blooded fashion. There was, inevitably, a gap in his heart that words could not describe.
A grain of dust from the tides of history became a mountain when it fell upon each person's head.
The existence of the Spider Queen Lolth had been the mountain once pressing upon the back of every dark elf.
As a mortal living in such turbulent times, all he could do was temper himself and press onward.
And they, at the very least, were fortunate.
For a great being had already moved this mountain aside for them, allowing them to see a direction worth striving toward.
Yet Lucifer could clearly sense that when facing the unknown road