Arcane Journey

After all, in this high magic world dominated by magic, under the premise that it is impossible to become a god, the legendary realm is actually the limit that mortals can reach, just like the stars hanging high in the sky, far away but real.

As for the gods, they exist on another level.

The divine power they control is like the stars in the vast universe, burning with energy that is difficult for mortals to understand.

In Brian's view, this kind of power is the true pinnacle, the embodiment of the world's rules, and the source of order and destruction.

However, at this moment, the Elf God standing in front of him made Brian feel "cognitive collapse" for the first time.

The other party did not declare loudly, nor did he release his pressure with fanfare. He just stood quietly in the void, as if the entire world was making way for him.

At this moment, Brian felt an unprecedented power, which was neither a simple divine power nor a law that mortals could understand, but a more ancient, profound, and transcendental power of existence.

It was like the first ray of light in the early morning, penetrating all the definitions of the power system in his mind and illuminating the unknown abyss.

It was not until this moment that Brian truly realized that the world he knew might not even be the tip of the iceberg.

And the road he has to go may still be very long, and the legend is just the beginning.

Brian withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. He looked intently at the Elf God.

He saw that in the depths of the woods, where a starry sky was condensed by pure power, the tall figure of the elven god Corellon Larethian looked particularly mysterious under the moonlight.

His eyes were like the surface of a lake in the morning light, clear and deep, revealing unquestionable majesty.

In front of him, Rose, the Spider Queen who controls spider webs and shadows, stood quietly, her figure delicately outlined by the moonlight, like an elegant yet dangerous dancer.

Corellon, the Lord of the Elf, stared at the Spider Queen Rose and spoke slowly. His voice was like the breeze blowing through the treetops, but it contained irrefutable power: "This is your choice, Rose. Since you have chosen this path, you must bear this responsibility. There is no excuse for it."

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to echo in Rose's heart, so that the Spider Queen, who had absolute dominance among the dark elves and ruled with cruelty and fear, unconsciously became quiet.

"You once desired power and freedom, but now you have to face the darkness and entanglement that come with it." Corellon stepped forward. His elegant and powerful movements were like a warm breeze, spreading in the Underdark.

He looked directly at Rose, his eyes seemingly able to see into her most secret struggles.

"Power is not without price. It is a double-edged sword that will cut through everything, but will also bring about new fetters. If you choose to manipulate those threads, you must bear all the consequences of being entangled in them."

As His voice rose in volume, a sense of sanctity filled the air, silencing everything around Him.

"As the Lord of the Elves, I cannot and will not cover up any mistakes. You must understand that this responsibility cannot be easily evaded or transferred to others. Every action will become a part of your destiny, and every decision will be engraved on your soul."

Corellon stepped forward and extended his hand to Rose, like a ray of warm light that cut through the deepest anxiety in her heart. "I hope you can understand that this is not just my teaching, but also my trust in you. I believe that you can withstand all these challenges, and not just regard them as burdens."

At this point, the Elf Lord's voice softened, but still revealed firmness, "I hope to see a person who can properly control his own choices, rather than a ghost immersed in regret."

"So, now is the time to face it all," He whispered, "Remember, this is your choice, and I will always watch your journey, no matter how tortuous and dangerous it is."

After hearing what Corellon said, Brian was still confused and didn't know what the two guys were talking about, but one thing became clearer in this chaos.

The moment of vulnerability Rose had shown earlier was not a carefully choreographed performance, nor was it an illusion deliberately created to gain the sympathy of the Elven God.

From the conversation, we can see that her words are indeed a kind of true emotion hidden deep in her soul, like an undercurrent quietly surging under the ice, breaking through the hard shell at some inadvertent moment.

The hesitation and pain at that moment could never be faked so naturally by acting.

This made Brian's mind involuntarily recall that long-forgotten past event - the moment when Rose betrayed the elven pantheon, which aroused the rage of the entire elven pantheon.

Her name was cursed, her faith was torn apart, and her figure fell completely from light into darkness.

But now that I think about it, no matter how heinous that betrayal was, there must be some unknown reason behind it.

It could not have been a rash and impulsive decision, nor was it a crazy rebellion without any reason.

How could such a thoughtful and determined being easily abandon everything he once protected?
From this we can see that the disintegration of the elven pantheon was probably not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Of course, no matter how simple it is, it is not something that someone of Brian's level can worry about.

So he shifted his gaze and looked at the Spider Queen Rose not far away.

A complex expression flashed across the Spider Queen Rose's introverted eyes, and then she slowly spoke, her voice as low as the night wind:
"You don't know that I rebelled against the elven pantheon not out of cowardice or betrayal, but because I was forced to choose a bloody path. In this chaos, I witnessed the elves' disdain and oppression of dark creatures. They regarded themselves as bright, but they did not know that they were also deepening the darkness. I once loved that land, but now, I can only choose to accompany the pain. I can no longer tolerate their injustice to the weak, and I also understand that once I set foot on this road, there will be no return."

She lowered her head, tears unconsciously sliding down her cheeks, blending with her beautiful but distorted face, as if telling an unspeakable tragedy.

The elven god Corellon stood quietly, surrounded by verdant light, but his expression was as ruthless as the cold moonlight.

Looking at the Spider Queen Rose in front of him, He raised his hand as if wanting to touch the face with the charming smile, but ultimately stopped in mid-air.

Then, the Elf Lord’s voice was low and calm: “You chose the path yourself, so you must keep going. Since you have chosen darkness, you must learn to endure the loneliness and pain it brings.” (End of this chapter)