Quan Ji remained silent for a moment, then summoned the divine weapon of the Libra constellation. The golden scales looked incredibly magnificent, but the weight they could bear was unimaginable.
It can be as light as a feather, or as big as a love.
His only judgment was whether they were equivalent.
Shen Wuyue said, "Young Miss, just do as I say from now on."
Quan Ji nodded, her gaze falling on the Elf Queen.
The old elf smiled and said respectfully, "Thank you for your hard work, young lady."
Quan Ji didn't know what to say, and felt extremely short of breath, not knowing what to do.
She looked at the Elf Queen.
"As long as I have a shred of strength left, I will always protect the Elf race and help you protect the forest and the continent of Noah."
Vivian smiled and said, "What the young lady says, she will definitely do."
Immediately, the Moon Goddess began to instruct Princess Quan on what to do.
Quan Ji followed the instructions of the Moon Goddess without making a single mistake.
The scales of truth slowly rose into the air, and countless exquisite particles of light floated out from Vivian's body, slowly settling on one side of the scales.
Vivian seemed to know something, and the smile on her lips grew deeper. She sat there, letting the breeze sway around her, humming a melody softly.
That was Elvish, and it was a melody that Quan Ji was familiar with.
She had heard of it.
This is the Elven people's gratitude to the gods.
A hymn to life.
We praise the gods for giving life to the world, and we praise the meaning that the gods give to all life.
As she sang, her voice gradually faded.
Quan Ji also realized something, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. She silently placed her right hand on her chest and respectfully bowed her head.
May the gods be with you.
Everyone else understood as well.
Like Quan Ji, they all placed their right hand over their hearts and uttered the most ancient and sacred words of this continent:
May the gods be with you.
...
Wind, blow gently, blow away the suffering, blow away the misfortune.
Mother, go quietly, stepping out of the pain and the shadows.
...
Sorens once told Quan Ji that fallen petals are not heartless things, for they turn into spring mud to nourish the flowers.
Every elf is a child of the Tree of Life. When an elf dies, all their power returns to the Tree of Life, nourishing the mother of all elves.
Therefore, Vivian, like fine sand, was transformed into specks of energy and shattered under the wind that the elves loved.
With a gentle swirl, she dissipated into the air and returned to the Tree of Life.
"..."
Everyone was silent.
In mid-air, the scales of truth gradually stabilized, and the Elf Queen's soul power slowly disappeared, replaced by a vibrant soul aura.
The soul energy seemed to possess its own intelligence, slowly seeping into Sorens's body.
His withered body was reborn, his fair skin became as beautiful as jade again, his hair was golden, and his body was healthy. He seemed to have emerged from his cocoon, and his beauty was breathtaking.
Sorens opened his eyes, and in that instant, tears that had been welling up in his eyes silently streamed down from the corners of his eyes, across his temples, and dripped onto the scorched earth.
The wind was sweet, and his beautiful voice suddenly began to sing a song, a song belonging to the elves.
A hymn to life.
His past self echoed in his mind: rebellious, eccentric, and disobedient.
He had argued with his mother countless times, and his mother would always just smile, pat his head, and say, "It's okay."
He's so stupid.
How could such a gentle person destroy the happiness of others for their own selfish desires?
If he had another chance, he would love to tell his mother that he knew he was wrong.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life.
Sorens couldn't control his tears; his tear ducts collapsed instantly.
All his strength was revealed at this moment, leaving not a trace.
As everyone listened to his voice gradually become hoarse, then raspy, and finally silent weeping, they felt their hearts being torn apart, unable to utter a single word of comfort.
Until Sorens clenched his fist and said, as if with immense resolve:
"I will become the greatest king in the history of elves."
"I will make her proud."
"I will carry her soul and let her radiant beauty bloom as she desired."
He wiped away his tears, and a pair of elven wings fluttered behind him. The Tree of Life seemed to hear his vow, and a green light condensed into a crown, which slowly landed on his head.
From then on, he shouldered the mission that all the Elf Kings of the past should have had.
Protect the forest, protect life, protect this continent.
—Author's Note—
Every major plot point has something I want to express. I hope the characters in the story are flesh and blood, rather than just being constantly entertaining or constantly tormenting for the sake of entertainment.
Because stories, like life, have twists and turns, ups and downs, which makes them perfect.
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