"well."
Cocotte sighed helplessly.
At this moment, she was sitting on the edge of the sacred tree in Shulburn.
The canopy of the towering tree swayed gently in the breeze, its dense branches and leaves forming a thick barrier against the onslaught of wind and waves.
The sacred tree stands tall and majestic, as if it were a pillar supporting the entire earth.
The trunk is covered with sparse green moss, and deep veins intertwine on its surface, exuding a mysterious and natural aura.
Koko sat on a huge branch of the sacred tree, a hint of displeasure on his lips.
It occasionally stirred the soil around it, as if venting its inner frustration.
At this moment, she was in a state of extreme depression, as if she had lost interest in everything.
Meanwhile, Heim Horn, watching the dejected elven councilor from afar, couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing how upset Cocotte was, Haim Horn thought their plan to "save Cocotte's happiness" had failed.
Could it be that they delayed Goddess of Justice for so long, but in the end they still failed to help Kokot succeed?
Thinking of this, Heim Horn couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, accompanied by a strong feeling of powerlessness.
If he could hold off the Goddess of Justice for longer, would Kokot be able to successfully defeat Victor?
He is the chief member of the Mage Council and one of the few fifth-tier mages in the world.
Heimhorn has mastered almost all the magic in the world.
Every spell is memorized with perfect clarity, and every wisp of magic is already destined for its destination.
Heim Horn, capable of all this, is already an existence that is beyond the reach of most people in the world.
After all, the only higher level is the legendary sixth-tier mage.
That's a level that only grandmasters can reach.
As a result, this fifth-tier mage couldn't even last three to five minutes in a head-on confrontation with the Goddess of Justice.
Almost immediately, before he could even unleash the magic he had prepared for so long, he was defeated.
It was this stark contrast that made Heim Horn extremely frustrated.
Is the power of the gods truly insurmountable?
"How exactly did Viktor do that?"
Heim Horn has asked himself this question countless times.
It seemed that, apart from Victor, none of them posed a real threat to the gods.
These sorcerers claim they want to drive away the gods and maintain order in the human world.
In short, after the last incident, Haim Horn fell into a long period of silence and isolation.
Looking ahead at Coco, who was sitting on the ground with a melancholy expression, completely disregarding his image, looking up at the sky.
Clearly, the previous incident was also a major blow to Cocotte.
Since Kokot returned to the Mage Council from Brighton, he has remained in this melancholy state for a long time.
Like a salted fish that has lost all hope.
Just today, the Mage Council noticed some unusual activity in the skies above Shulburn.
The only thing left in Shulburn is this enormous sacred tree.
Therefore, whenever anything unusual happened in Shulbon, Kokot had to come and check it out himself.
Right now, with Cocotte looking so lost and disoriented, Haim Horn was extremely worried about her.
I was afraid she might do something wrong.
To ensure everything went smoothly, he had no choice but to accompany them.
Although Haim Horn still harbored resentment over what happened last time, he didn't, in general, fall into the same state of despair as Kokot.
After all, the longer you live, the less you notice many things.
Looking into Cocotte's empty eyes, Haim Horn worried that she wouldn't be able to recover from the blow of her failed pursuit of happiness anytime soon.
What, you're asking how he figured it out?
Cocoy doesn't even sleep on her favorite cloud anymore! Isn't that serious?
Thinking of this, Heim Horn coughed lightly twice.
He casually used a teleportation spell, and strange patterns quickly traversed the surface of the array, soon teleporting him behind Kokot.
Heim Horn's figure slowly emerged above the tree branches, facing the vast sky.
He looked up and gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
The skies above Shulburn remained shrouded in a deep, writhing darkness.
The rolling black clouds, like trembling blasphemers, twisted wildly, every inch of their blackness appearing ferocious and terrifying.
Each wriggling motion seemed to be pulling at the center of the sky.
Those terrifying maws, filled with sharp teeth, seemed to open once more, devouring even more matter from this world.
Their mere existence has plunged this land into an unspeakable distortion.
Ever since Victor and the Goddess of Justice clashed in Shulbon, this monstrous darkness has never subsided.
In addition, Victor had said that there was no immediate need to rebuild this land in Shulburn.
Because more destruction may be on the horizon.
This led to the once prosperous city being transformed into a forbidden area of the kingdom in the blink of an eye.
Even Grand Duke Barlow has issued a strict order forbidding anyone from going to Shulbon.
Meanwhile, the Mage Council has temporarily moved the magic train station for entering the kingdom from Shulbon to another city.
From the outside, it seems that no one can enter this cursed land anymore.
As for the original inhabitants of Shulbon, their homes had been destroyed, and the kingdom had to relocate them to other territories.
When former residents of Shulburn moved to other territories, they became refugees and were treated only as refugees.
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