Chapter 637 Presence Of The Elders

Chapter 637 Presence Of The Elders

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Whispers echoed as Rey, Kara, and Esme trailed behind Gratiana who led them.

The rest of the Elves had dispersed, as ordered by their Big Sis. As a result, they playfully went around the Community to see their friends or have fun.

Were they worried about their Elder? Yes.

However, more than that emotion, the excitement they felt was an overriding force for them. They wanted to hate their experiences with the sisters they had in the Community.

The Dungeon Experience, their new perspective on Nature... and the kind of person the man who just entered the city was.

All of this, along with their child-like personalities, made them almost forget Gratiana and her fate, as they trailed off, leaving Rey and his allies to be her only escorts.

Or rather, she was theirs.

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"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

The High Elder's shriek nearly caused all the Esteemed Elders to wince, despite being used to how hysterical she could be at times.

Usually, they would internally caution her to display more decorum and composure, but none of those thoughts were in their mind at the moment. Right now, all the members of the Esteemed Council couldn't help but agree with the words and actions of the High Elder.

All of them were wondering the same thing.

Gratiana La Shanagari, one of the most committed of all the Elves in the Community, had done the one thing that no other rebel had ever managed to do.

"How dare you bring humans to this sacred place? To our haven? To the bastion of Nature?!"

Gratiana stood silent, her hands behind her back as her head was bowed. This reminded her of when she was still a Young One and almost gave in to her lust for killing; nearly ripping apart the body of her prey.

She had gotten an earful from an Esteemed Elder at the time, but compared to that... this felt a lot worse.

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[Meanwhile]

"O' Nature... thou calleth me to thine embrace..."

A group of Elves were huddled together, amidst the devastation that surrounded them. They all held hands tightly, their eyes closed as their quivering lips moved.

"... Save us from tribulation that test our devotion, deliver us into the hands of purity..."

Their long ears twitched, picking up the loud explosions that rang in several directions. Despite sitting in one of the massive craters, generated by one of such explosions, they paid the whole thing no mind.

There was no reason to care any longer.

Their bodies were already rotting—poisoned by the tainted poison of Miasma. The surplus Mana within them had grown corrupt, and there remained no hope for them.

All they could do now was pray with the last of their remaining strength, before their bodies become completely paralyzed.

Giant flying creatures danced in the sky, raining purplish energies upon the land—creating a bare, infertile surface on the very grounds that once bustled with life.

All of this was thanks to the entity that floated above—far above the flying abominations that did not tire or rest, but constantly rained down destruction and death from their place in the sky.

The figure that watched all of this from a distance wore a dark suit, his arms folded as his dark hair swayed with the wind. His azure eyes watched the utter desolation of the Elves; seeing as they died, cursed him with their dying breaths, and then prayed before they breathed their last.

Even the current Elves who prayed had just finished cursing him before engaging in deep prayer, having the image of Nature in their minds as they devoted their hearts to the call of Nature.

They had fulfilled their duties as Elves, and it was now time for their glorious rewards.

"... To be one with Nature, and—"

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

Before their prayers could be completed, a destructive blast from above descended upon them, utterly consuming them in its power.

In a mere instant, they were all dead—with not even their bodies left behind.