"My name is Ying, and I grew in the Nightglow Forest..."
An illusory figure stood woven within endless radiance, her face resembling that of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl.
She kept murmuring softly, her long lashes fluttering as her gaze passed through layers of branches and leaves, piercing into the vast darkness beyond.
Around her, Dark Elves circled and fluttered. The largest one was practically pressed against her face, continuously opening her mouth to shout into her ear.
Yet the girl seemed unable to hear anything. She continued speaking to herself, then turned her head toward the direction of Longwind City.
"My Lord... you must not lose your way. We are all waiting for your return."
The eldest Dark Elf danced around Ying like a black butterfly, chanting an unknown ritual hymn. The younger Dark Elves prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies emitting faint light as they offered blessings to the being who had created them.
Suddenly, an unknown force erupted like a massive tornado amid a raging storm, shooting straight into the heavens.
Boom!!
The violent collision of energy sounded like endless waves crashing against a riverbank. It formed a spiraling tower of light woven from pure spiritual radiance, piercing the clouds and tearing a gap in the Dark Veil, revealing the shining starlight that had been hidden behind it.
Inside the study, Lincon suddenly halted. His gaze left the panel displaying information about the war in Northern Province and shifted toward the Nightglow Forest.
He vaguely sensed that a terrifying force was continuously rising in that direction, as though it intended to tear a hole through heaven and earth.
"Ying..."
Lincon's eyes narrowed abruptly. Realizing something was wrong, he pushed open the study window, leaped through it, and vanished into the surging night wind.
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