The elves looked up.
Bathed in golden sunlight, Victor stood atop the massive body of Gullton.
Even Vinya stared blankly at Victor, her eyes reflecting the enormous red figure.
"Human...human beings?"
No, Victor didn't feel like a human being to her at all.
Vinya stared at Viktor, seemingly able to feel an extremely intense heat emanating from his aura.
The human before them possessed a natural energy even purer than that of calamity.
That's right, the purest natural energy.
Natural energy, too, varies in degree.
There are six natural elements in the world.
And any element can extract natural energy from it.
Calamities originate from nature; they are the purest and most concrete manifestation of the six elements in this world.
On the contrary, the energy contained within them has reached a single and absolute purity.
For example, the Calamity of Fire only possesses the element of 'fire' and cannot contain any other attributes.
The same principle applies to other calamities.
Calamities are called calamities because they are manifestations of absolutely pure energy.
That can no longer be used as a normal source of energy.
This extremely terrifying and pure power, once it appears in any corner of the world, will trigger uncontrollable and terrifying natural disasters.
Wherever it went, it brought devastation and suffering to all living beings, and all things cried out in despair.
No living organism can survive on a single, absolutely pure form of energy.
At this moment, the Elf Forest truly embodies the word "calamity."
Vinya looked behind Guleton, staring at the exploding, burning Tree of Ad, which was constantly emitting terrifying heat waves.
The surrounding hundreds of kilometers were completely covered by fierce flames and relentless lava, which occasionally burst up from the ground.
The sky seemed to be ignited by this terrifying heatwave and flames, with endless crimson hovering above the entire Elf Forest.
Looking at the horrific scene before her, Vinya finally understood.
Why is it that only these can be called "calamities"?
“Clavner…”
Vinya murmured to herself.
She remembered that Cocotte had mentioned that surname.
Now, the person bearing this surname appeared before all the elves in an absolutely stunning manner.
He stood high atop the calamity's head, his body entwined with red patterns, his feet covered in flowing, gurgling lava, and flames constantly burning from the hem of his robes.
Like a lord of calamity.
Vinya turned her head and looked at her fellow elves.
They too looked up, gazing at the enormous Gullton, feeling the scorching heat stinging their cheeks, their eyes utterly empty.
The sound seemed to be dispersed by the high temperature, becoming extremely weak:
"The divine tree... destroyed?"
"The Tree of Adrien...it's dead?"
All the elves trembled, their lips quivering, their expressions one of utter disbelief.
They couldn't accept it.
In their hearts, the Yad Tree is like their mother.
In the eyes of the elves, they did not care whether they would be exploited by the Tree of Adrien.
They had long been accustomed to the existence of the divine tree.
Regardless, the sacred tree did bring them lasting peace of mind.
Even if the divine tree didn't actually do anything.
In the end, the sacred tree died.
It died in a purer form of nature.
Just as Vinya said.
They are a group of fools.
The ignorant masses, on the other hand, only live in their own world.
The sacred tree was still crackling and burning under the scorching heat of the fire. Its wooden surface had completely collapsed, and its fragile core had long been torn apart by the flames, which were like a ferocious beast.
Large swaths of dust fell to the earth, and the branches and leaves that had transformed into a sky full of fireworks were completely thrown into the crimson stars.
The withered ashes drifted in the air, mercilessly reopening those wounds in the elf's heart once again.
The elves were plunged into a long period of grief. Their hands were clenched tightly together, their brows furrowed in deep sorrow, and it felt as if a noose was binding their hearts, completely binding their reason.
Intense emotional pain filled his entire body, and sorrowful cries gradually spread from the crowd.
The low, mournful sound transformed into a river of blue crystal tears, flowing silently between the flames.
The fine rain fell, as if representing the sorrow of the elves, and struck the flickering flames violently.
A hazy, deep steam suddenly burst forth, completely obscuring the tree canopy.
Vinya also lowered her head, unable to look Kokote in the eye:
"Please forgive their ignorance, Your Majesty."
They are a group of ignorant people, but their feelings are genuine.
Kokote gazed at the elves, a strange light slowly flowing in his eyes.
“Victor…”
Perhaps we can help these elves accept reality in a gentler way.
Victor, with his hands in his pockets, stepped down from over Gullton's head.
The two streams of lava beneath our feet seemed to transform into steps, suspended in the air.
Until his feet touched the ground, he turned into flames and gradually dissipated.
Victor looked calmly at the weeping elves:
"Actually, this is not the ending I envisioned."
"But if I had to do it all over again, I would still make the same decision."
The divine tree had been completely burned by flames, its enormous body shattered.
Only a huge, emerald-green heart spiraled upwards into the sky.
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