She sank to her knees.
She clutched her head tightly, her eyes trembling violently. She refused to believe it. She refused to believe this was what had happened.
"No... no... you're lying! You're lying!!"
"Why didn't you tell me?! If you did all that, why didn't you tell me!!"
She raised her head, her eyes blood-red.
Her mind was almost on the verge of collapse.
The Elf King looked utterly aged as he gazed at his daughter and said:
"Because you would never have agreed. Because I know you. Your nature meant you would rather die fighting than cling to a life of humiliation... but you had to live. In the post-apocalypse era, we needed a new God of Elements to lead our entire race through the suffering."
Reluctance and sorrow flickered in his eyes.
"And only hatred could make you live on at any cost."
Only this pitiful atonement.
Could keep her from ending it all, could make her set aside all her honor and pride to lead the survivors in their struggle to survive the apocalypse.
Even if the price would leave her with a lifetime of torment and pain.
Because she was the rising star of the entire Elf Race.
Because her future was destined to be brilliant.
This conflict was never going to be resolved in a matter of moments.
All the Origins who had watched the Old Elf King's memories with Lynn fell silent for a long time.
Especially the deities who had fallen the first time, those elders who had lived in the same era as him. They all felt the weight of that war, and it awakened memories they had long refused to revisit.
Because the Old Elf King's experiences.
Were only a glimpse of the calamity three thousand years ago.