The True-Self Perfect One and Mani

There were many kinds of elves, but in the language the True-Self Perfect One used, "Elf King" meant something closer to "King of the Divine Spirits."

Hawkins immediately thought of the little elf he had taken from the Lich Body. He could not help asking, "Where does the Elf King come from?"

"Do you know what mages are?" the True-Self Perfect One asked.

Hawkins nodded. The True-Self Perfect One smiled. "Elves are spirits of essence born when mages form contracts with certain elements. Fire elves and water elves, for example. When a mage needs to cast a spell, they rely on the corresponding elf to communicate with the element."

"So the Elf King is the ruler of the elves?" Hawkins asked.

"It's not that simple," the True-Self Perfect One said with a smile. "Every kind of elf has its own ruler, such as the Fire Elf King or the Water Elf King. But those kings rule only one element at most. The Elf King is different. It can be born only when the kings of every element merge. It generally appears only when the Elemental Realm faces its greatest danger, and the Feast Sea is where those kings ultimately end up."

"They say the Elemental Realm's greatest secret lies hidden there." The True-Self Perfect One paused, then added mysteriously.

Hawkins felt nothing in particular. He was no mage, and the secrets of the Elemental Realm had nothing to do with him. What mattered more to him was how dangerous the Feast Sea was.

And secrets often held unknown dangers!

"So... the Feast Sea is dangerous?" he asked, looking at the True-Self Perfect One.

The True-Self Perfect One nodded. "Barring a surprise, it should be. But nothing is absolute. The World Hole has already destroyed the Elemental Realm completely. Even if