Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Colonia followed Malekith's lead and used her senses to reach out. She created a thin thread of light, which was extremely weak, but full of the rhythm of order and will, as if her soul was stretched and woven into a thread of light.

In this way, we can connect the fire of this world and Asuryan in another world.

With invisible threads of magic, she explores the fabric of reality, as if peeling back the curtains of the world. She is like a fisherman, fishing in the deep, calm waters, waiting for some ancient response.

Every inch of exploration was like touching a hidden boundary. She was careful and focused.

The weird thing was that she didn't feel the pressure building up, her head didn't throb, her stomach heaving like Malekith had said, she didn't feel herself getting weaker and stretching herself further and further, she didn't feel like she was drowning or like her soul might be pulled out of her body, never to return.

On the contrary - soon, she felt that she was in a place that was infinitely far away and yet so close, a strange coordinate between dreams and reality, as if she could see it as long as she blinked, but could never get close to it.

She felt that there was a presence listening to her, the feeling was so clear that she could almost touch the presence of Asuryan himself, a gaze from another dimension that transcended all consciousness, breathing gently at the edge of her soul.

The contact was sudden and shocking, and she felt some ancient, eternal, terrible force examining her as she would an insect—no pity, no hatred, not even curiosity, just a cool, vast observation.

This power was not that of an ordinary person. It had nothing in common with elven consciousness. It was not mind, nor logic, and it did not even have the so-called emotional fluctuations. Instead, it was somewhat like the feeling she had when she came into contact with various things on the continent of Lustria.

It operated on another level entirely, and she knew she had no chance of understanding it. She could sense it, but not parse it; she could hear it, but not translate it. She was like a creature standing on the edge of a deep-sea trench, staring up into the unknown darkness.

It was so strange and huge. It was like an existence covering the entire world, gazing at her breathing at that moment on an eternity scale.

There is something, a sense of recognition, perhaps an image, a rune, a name.

That thing has no language, but it can convey meaning, like an echo heard in a dream.

She had to make Asuryan understand that she needed help and what kind of help she needed. She drew her arm and described her experience, expressing her experience with the vibration of the silk thread, letting her memory slowly unfold like a scroll.

The next second, a spark of enormous power was transmitted to her. The impact was so violent that it seemed as if the entire consciousness space was ignited. It was so strong that it almost crushed her. Her body became as fragile as paper in an instant. She knew that if this continued, this power would kill her.

Asuryan tried to help her, but seemed unaware that this "help" itself was like a flood, a flood without any malice, but it was enough to destroy the fragile hut on the shore.

This reminded her of the days when she was studying in the Tower of Doom. She once obtained a toothless venomous snake, a dying venomous snake. That was her first alchemical experiment material. She tried to use magic to wake the venomous snake - but in the process, she was too heavy-handed and killed the snake while trying to save it.

Now, could this happen to her?
Is she experiencing a disaster caused by good intentions?

Her face was pale, as if all the blood had been drained out. Her breathing became shallow, and sweat broke out on her forehead, but there was no fear in her eyes, only alertness and restraint. She forced herself to maintain the stable frequency of the magic light thread, because she knew that once the light thread broke, the torrent would no longer be a gift, but a devouring one.

She was standing between the gods and the fire, between life and death - she had to keep herself alive and walk out with the meaning of this connection.

The people standing by could feel her fear and pain. Her brows were tightly drawn, like two bowstrings about to break, and her eyes were fixed on the holy fire, as if she was looking at something that others could not see. It was a deep gaze, not with the eyes, but with the soul, gazing at an existence that was higher than the mundane.

The air seemed to be stagnant, as if the world was holding its breath to listen to the whispers between her and the gods.

Fortunately, after a moment, her convulsions stopped and she regained control of herself, like a sailor who had escaped from the strong winds and waves, with his feet on some unstable but real floating object.

She felt the electric-like stimulation of coming into contact with the gods. It was the mark of her soul being ignited, and also the infusion of the origin after it tore open the barriers of consciousness.

Countless magical knowledge flooded into her mind, surrounding her thoughts like a tide. Runes, gestures, processes, spells, and pictures appeared one after another, so clear that they didn't seem like learned memories, but more like they were engraved into the essence of existence.

They told her where to put her hands and how to move her fingers.

It was not a simple instruction of movement, but a ritual, a sign language of dancing with the forces of the universe. She moved according to the pattern shown, adapting her mind to the magical transformations demonstrated.

She was like a dancer, dancing with the fire under the command of no sound.

The energy flowed into her body like red wine poured into a glass. The feeling excited her, but also painful. The red wine was hot and burning. It was the nectar of fire poured by the gods themselves.

Her life and soul were in danger, for the mortal form was not a vessel that could be infused with god-like power, and any elf who was not a spellcaster would be blown to pieces by this magical energy, leaving no ashes, and even their souls might be burned by the high temperature.

But she can.

Because she is a magical genius, and because she has had countless strange experiences thanks to the brothers who followed her, she is a being who can maintain her mental balance in the storm.

Her arms burned like candles lit by holy fire.

She was sure that her body was becoming brittle, turning into a pile of ash, like a piece of broken porcelain that would shatter at the slightest shock.

However, when she looked down at her body, it was still intact: skin, bones, blood, muscles - everything was normal. Her body was not destroyed by magic, but rather seemed like a reshaped vessel.

Her vision changed, and she saw everything in a shimmering second vision, where everything took on a new glow and shape, as if the outer shell of reality had been peeled back to reveal the underlying logic.

The souls of Malekith, her brother, and Khadroine burned brightly, shining like the sun, and their every breath carried a surge of power, as if their existence itself was a kind of continuation.

Her mother exuded a strange color, a color that could not be described in either the Elsalin language or the Lizardman language. The color was not within the boundaries of language and was not on the visual spectrum, but she was not afraid.

Because she knew that this was the result of long-term contact with Deha.

Her clan mother was still her clan mother, not some strange giant spirit. She had seen the Great Demon more than once, and she knew that the Great Demon's form extended from another world and was connected to this world, like a claw of something passing through the wall of reality, and what mortals saw was just the end of that claw - a puppet-like fragment.

This is the devil.

The powerful things that he saw and the illusory things that he thought he was fighting against were not demons, but the most vast part of the power in the universe. The demons were only made up of a small part of their power and were sent to this world to carry out their will.

These things operate in different orders on different scales of reality. They do not follow logic, cause and effect, or even time.

This is a respectful and humble realization, a reverence and restraint that should be shown when facing the infinite universe, but it is not a useful thought at this moment.

She knew why she was standing here. Her purpose was not to understand, but to transform, to master, and to survive.

She gathered the energy pouring into her body and transformed it, compressing, guiding, and folding the excessive, inhuman-scale energy into a form she could bear.

As she did so, every nerve was burning with agony, and she felt like a wire being stretched under high heat in a steel mill, emitting a slight but constant vibrating sound.

Her heartbeat kept accelerating, as if it would burst through her chest and jump out of her bone cage at any time. The air in her lungs seemed to burn, and every breath was like swallowing a mouthful of fire. In this pain, she transferred the energy to her arms.

She is enduring and refining herself; she is burning and reshaping herself.

The power of Asuryan burst forth from her body, crackling like lightning, cutting through the air and a boundary deep within her soul; burning like volcanic lava, melting away all remaining shadows and old marks; like a tide, striking at the curses that lingered on the edge of her soul, the whispers that had awakened her at night and shaken her in her contemplation, were now being torn to pieces by the burning power.

It seemed like an illusion, a hallucination, and also seemed to be real. She heard a hissing sound, which was the sound of the cursed scales colliding with the divine fire, and the sound of the past and the present breaking apart. Then, she let out a wail before collapse. It was a pain that exploded from her bone marrow, as if her spine was being burned off, like her soul was roaring to break free from the constraints of the flesh.

Her right arm emitted a strange white light. It was not natural light, nor was it energy light. It was a purifying light from another dimension. The light enveloped her skin and her destiny.

She succeeded.

The curse that had troubled her for so long disappeared, completely cleansed by the power of the holy fire as if it had never existed. From her body to her soul, from her memory to the course of her fate, everything was rewritten.

However, the snake was still there.

But it became different from before. It was no longer cold, twisted and sticky. It turned into a glowing snake, a pure snake, a smart snake.

It was no longer a symbol of a curse, but more like a mark, a sign of her contact with a higher being, a proof of the power left in her body.

Malekith curled his lips as he watched all this. He knew that in terms of magical attainments, Colonia in front of him was stronger than him.

Although he had the second sight and the experience accumulated over many years, his talent was not good. He knew this, and his mother knew it too. Fortunately, he had the blessing of the iron headband. He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't want to deceive himself. He knew that at this moment, Colonia had surpassed the scope of what he could easily understand.

Seeing Darkus's inquiring look, he nodded, which was not only a confirmation but also an approval. Then, he looked at Anasara, who also had a sighing expression. It was obvious that Anasara also noticed the change in Colonia at this moment.

Colonia let out a long sigh of relief, like the first breath after rebirth. She almost felt that the air had become sweet. She looked at Tolandil, with a subtle tenderness in her eyes.

However, the moment she turned her head, she was stunned.

Tolandil's soul burned just as brightly, with a steady and determined glow, but not as brightly as her brother, Malekith, and Khadroine.

This did not surprise her, but was expected.

What froze her was the presence standing behind Tolandil.

Is it a color that cannot be described? A strange color? A strange color? A color that goes beyond the boundaries of cognition?

That color was not in any spectrum, like some kind of "existence" that should not exist in this reality. When her eyes focused again, she saw that this color was emanating from Ryan's body.

Her breath paused, and her mind resurfaced with that strange adventure in which she and Ryan had walked together into an indescribable space where reality and dreams, past and future, reason and madness all became blurred.

Ryan...seems to have touched that thing after all.

I don't know if it was accidental or destined. "Congratulations, you are stronger than you were a moment ago."

"Your Majesty!" Colonia saluted in response. At this moment, her expression was no longer one of pain or struggle, but of a resolute rebirth, as if the entire elven world was waiting for her to extend this recast arm - to shape its future.

Then she looked at her arm again. The arm that had just been recast by divine power and looked brand new was still glowing slightly, but her mind had already drifted away. Her thoughts quietly left the current scene. She was thinking about something else, the mysterious thing she had seen in the strange space and had never truly forgotten.

That emerald green slate was called the "Emerald Jade Record" by her brother.

She was in great pain at that time. If possible, she would rather not have seen that emerald green slate, and would rather not have set foot in that folded, twisted space that did not belong to this reality.

That memory was like a brand sealed deep in her soul, constantly reminding her that her burning desire for knowledge would come at a price.

For her, who had devoted her entire life to the pursuit of knowledge, this was an unacceptable blow, because she had carefully measured herself and found that in terms of spellcasting ability and attainments, she could barely reach the level of the third generation of Slan Magic Priests. Above the third generation, there was the second generation, and there was also the even more mysterious and distant first generation.

The most terrifying thing is that there is a group of ancient saints who created the Slann Demon Priests, those beings that she can't even imagine.

Their thoughts transcend time and space, and their language constitutes the laws of reality.

She was like an alchemist living in ancient times, looking at modern scientists from afar. At that time, she was eager to return to the continent of Lustria to continue learning from the Slann magic priests, to absorb knowledge and expand her spirit, but she also knew that even if she had enough life and enough talent, she would never be able to cross that threshold.

This cognition once brought her a sense of direction and purpose, but it also brought her pain, a despair of being aware of the limit but unable to break it, a transparent wall that cannot be crossed.

Her cap was locked, Hecate could not provide her with guidance, and the Slann priests could not provide her with help.

but now……

The shackles suddenly disappeared.

Like a broken mirror, the fragments fell, and the road ahead finally opened.

Asuryan lifted her soul from its inherent orbit and pushed it to another level.

"When I entered this door, I got a piece of jade with many mysterious contents recorded on it. These were written from the hands of Typok..."

She murmured, her voice low and sacred, as if she was recalling or revealing something.

She seemed to finally understand the true meaning of the first sentence, or rather, the true meaning that she could understand.

As it is above, so it is below. Below is above, and above is below.

Completely abandoning space, matter, and all tangible concepts, all boundaries are no longer real, as if the edge of the world collapses before your eyes, revealing the structure behind it.

“Light…light…light…”

With her eyes closed, Colonia muttered in a low voice, her voice trembling but full of piety, like a prayer or a hum.

All things were light in the beginning, and then each evolved into everything.

This is why light is so incredible. Everything is ever-changing, but ultimately light is deeply hidden, buried behind form and meaning, and it takes a lifetime to pursue it.

Light is an extremely difficult to understand existence. Perhaps, all origins come from the first light.

The secret of the origin of light lies in the sun.

The secret of the movement of light lies in the moon.

Light can be a straight line or a ripple, a spear that penetrates the darkness or an ocean that embraces the world.

Light sources generate heat by themselves. Without heat, light decays, and without light, everything will eventually collapse.

Light is everything, and everything created must be created through photosynthesis.

As long as there is enough light, everything can be created - whether it is matter, energy, or gods.

"Sprinkle it in the soil..." she said softly, as if she saw a seed of light falling into the earth, taking root and sprouting through time.

If you master light, you can go back in time, travel through time and space, and move freely between reality and Ithil.

Light integrates all the energy of the world and is connected to all things, time and space, and every world.

Understand the light, comprehend the light, obtain the light, and firmly believe in the light, and you will see all the answers.

Light is the most powerful force, light is the existence that transcends everything, and this is how the universe was created.

"Light... All things are one..." She whispered again, and there was no more confusion in her voice, only the certainty that was deep in her bones and blood.

Light is light, but it is not light. It is not the Haixi wind, one of the eight magical winds, nor is it sunlight. It is a manifestation of Kuishi, the carrier and reflection of the laws of the world.

She suddenly remembered what Daxus had told her, about the feats of the first generation of Slann magic priests during the great invasion.

At first, she thought it was just a myth, a legend, after all, that kind of power was beyond her understanding. But as she studied in depth on the continent of Lustria, traveling between ancient ruins and spiritual vein networks, she gradually realized that things were not as simple as she had thought.

At this moment, she finally seemed to have cracked the mystery. It was like she was standing at the entrance of a cave at the end of the world. She finally saw the light that was hidden behind everything and covered by layers of laws.

She slowly raised her left hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and took off the brass ring on her ring finger. She slowly put it on her right hand, and at that moment, almost as soon as the ring clasped her skin, her right arm, which was originally only slightly glowing, suddenly burst into an extremely dazzling light!

That was no ordinary light, but an overwhelming manifestation, like falling stars, like exploding stars, illuminating the space around her, and even making the time around her seem to freeze for a moment.

Light became substance. It was no longer just a bright color in the visual field, but an existence with real "weight", an existence that could distort the air, vibrate the spiritual vein network, and interfere with the soul.

At this moment, the expressions of everyone around her changed involuntarily. Malekith frowned, Anasara widened her eyes, and Kadroin took a breath.

Instinct was reminding them: This light was very dangerous.

From Daxus's perspective, the ball of light that burst out from his cousin's right arm overlapped with an ancient image in his memory, just like the energy fist blade held by the Protoss in StarCraft, composed of pure psychic energy that could cut through the boundaries of all existence.

But the difference is that this is not a simulation, nor a product of technology, but a real, high-level, rule-based reorganization of power.

Then, the actual light began to change. It first turned into a deep and quiet blue, like the deepest star in the night sky, and then it flashed a complete spectrum as if passing through a prism. Each color had a unique rhythm and carried a certain "meaning" that did not belong to this world.

Eventually, the light condensed into a strange color - amethyst.

A purple that is almost transparent yet infinitely deep, like liquid stars, like the crystallization of order in chaos.

Her entire right arm seemed to be wrapped in amethyst, yet it still retained flexible movement and shape. Light flowed through it like blood circulating in the body. With the slightest movement of her fingers, the flowing trajectory even left an afterimage in the air, carrying some mysterious causal echo.

This is not just a magical manifestation, it is a display of transformation, an active shaping of reality after the reorganization of rules.

She raised her hand lightly, her fingertips slid across the void, and strands of crystals naturally emerged in the air, as if the world itself was responding to her existence, providing her with paper and ink for writing rules.

"She is no longer the Colonia we thought she was," Anasara whispered, her voice revealing an undisguised awe.

Colonia did not speak, but she knew that at this moment, she was no longer just a magic genius, but a person who had truly entered that level of resonator. Her existence had partially entered the "level of light", and she had become a conductor, manifester, and shaper of light.

She stood there, her breath steady, but that calmness was like the silence before a thunderstorm, with a certain sense of oppressive power, as if she was already reshaping the space she was in just by standing there quietly.

Her consciousness was still immersed in the afterglow of the "light", and she felt an unprecedented clarity, as if she had emerged from the deep sea and saw the light of day for the first time.

This was not strength in the ordinary sense, but a change in the structural level. She knew that she had stepped into a higher dimension instead of standing on the threshold.

Daxus stared at the light with a frown. He sensed something was wrong, a very deep-seated wrong. It was not a danger, but some kind of rule and logic that he had never seen before. It was like a system that had been erased long ago was being reawakened, and his cousin had unknowingly become the "carrier" of that system.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but said nothing because he saw Colonia looking at him with a calm but distant light in her eyes, a light that was not condescending, but like a traveler nodding to you on his way home.

You know she still remembers you, but she's already moved on.

Suddenly, Malekith coughed lightly.

"What? Are you planning to ascend now?" he said, with a hint of sourness in his teasing tone, "Or are you planning to..."

In response to Malekith's teasing, Colonia just smiled faintly, then stretched out her finger and lightly drew a line in the air. The stagnant atmosphere around her immediately began to ease, and the light receded like the tide, flowing into her body and returning to silence. Her right arm returned to its normal appearance, but the snake was attached to her skin like a birthmark.

"You are worthy of me." Malekith shrugged, sighed, and then raised his chin and said impatiently, "Okay, don't stand there, she is not going to ascend now. Besides, is it possible that I haven't eaten for a long time?" (End of this chapter)