The praying spirits watched as the sacred tree sank into endless suffering, and their hearts were filled with the same anguish.

Vinya bit her lip, looking at Kokot with humiliation:

“Kokot Yad, you are clearly a member of the Elf race as well.”

"Why would you stand by and watch the Tree of Adrien be destroyed?"

Kokot looked calmly at Vinya and said in a low voice:

"Destruction? No, of course not."

"It's just so that we, the elves, and the sacred tree can be reborn."

She raised her head and looked down at the elves below.

They were still praying, praying beneath the flames that resembled a natural disaster.

His hands were clenched into fists, as if he were holding onto a sliver of hope.

They were even willing to pray, but dared not stand up, resist, or stop it.

Vinya couldn't understand Cocotte's explanation.

She wanted to say something more to refute Kokot's words.

But then, the entire Tree of Ade began to shimmer with a strange light.

This completely drew the elves' attention.

As if summoned by some mysterious force, their eyes held a strange fervor.

The elves all stood up straight, and a voice rang out from the crowd:

"The sacred tree is in danger! The sacred tree needs us!"

Upon hearing this, all the elves seemed to awaken completely, their eyes gleaming with fanatical light.

They were like devout believers, utterly fanatical.

"The sacred tree needs us! The sacred tree needs us!"

These words reached the ears of all the elves.

Vinya remains one of the few sane elves.

The strange movements of the sacred tree did not attract her attention, nor did the words of her elven brethren move her in the slightest.

She looked around in shock at her compatriots, who had fallen into a frenzy:

"You... no, what exactly happened?"

Cocoy crosses his arms:

"Still don't understand, Vinya?"

"As the high priest who has protected the sacred tree for generations, you don't even know what the Yade Sacred Tree is?"

As he spoke, Cocote raised his arm.

A faint glow emanated from the palm of its hand, and it was flying towards the interior of the Tree of Adrien.

That was a sign that natural energy was being forcibly absorbed by the Tree of Ade.

Kokot clenched his fist, severing the connection between natural energy and the Tree of Adriatic.

"I can control this power freely, but what about you?"

At that moment, Vinya looked down at her palms.

Similarly, in her palm, a wisp of green light pierced through the crimson flames and gradually drifted into the interior of the divine tree.

However, she was unable to stop the loss of this power within her.

She then turned to look at her fellow countrymen and discovered that their bodies also emitted a faint light, which was continuously flowing towards the divine tree.

Seeing this, Vinya felt as if her faith was crumbling.

Is the Tree of Adrien forcibly absorbing their energy?

Elves are born of nature and are themselves an extremely pure form of energy.

And once this power completely disappears...

"I don't need to tell you what the consequences will be, do I?"

Kokot looked at Vinya and the elves with a hint of pity on his face.

Vinya turned back and stretched out her hand, seemingly trying to completely block the elves who were venturing deep into the sacred tree.

"No! Don't go..."

What are these ignorant people doing?!

Do they really want to go and die?!

But the will to die cannot be stopped. From beginning to end, the elves were taught that the divine tree was greater than everything else.

They didn't even realize that their actions were suicidal.

All they knew was that, at this moment, the sacred tree needed them.

The elves naively believed that as long as the divine tree was saved, their lives would return to normal.

Under the protection of the divine tree, the elves had long lost their sense of crisis and their independent thinking.

They even ignored the orders of the high priestess Vinya and insisted on advancing into the sacred tree.

Under Vinya's desperate gaze.

Bang!

A loud bang suddenly rang out.

Countless elves were drawn to the sound, their fervor gradually subsiding, and even their eyes became clearer.

Beneath the sacred tree, Leon raised a black pistol from one of her arms.

The pitch-black muzzle was pointed directly at the sky.

White smoke slowly rose from the dark muzzle of the gun, heading towards the sky.

The next second, the dark muzzle of the gun was aimed precisely at them.

Leon's emerald eyes gazed at them without a trace of emotion.

A cold voice followed immediately:

"If we take one more step forward..."

"This thing is about to be used on you."