Chapter 1850 - 1001: Haddad’s Resolve
Elf Royal City,
Lis and the others followed behind Haddad, watching this former Elf King hunched over, continuously walking forward, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy.
The once-thriving Alorotti Day Elf Family among the Elf Clan now only had this struggling former His Majesty the King left.
For an ordinary person, it might be impossible to accept this situation.
Though Haddad still appeared somewhat spirited, he probably had little desire to continue living, didn’t he?
If he is the only one left, there might still be a chance to continue the Day Elf Bloodline.
However, the source of the Day Elf Bloodline, the fall of the Elf Main God Correlon, completely extinguished any hope of the Day Elf Bloodline becoming strong again.
So, Haddad didn’t think much about it and directly chose to give the secret of the "Sun Chasing Realm" entirely to Adela.
He should only hope to help the Elf Clan out of its current plight.
After all, the situation of the Elf Clan is quite dire now.
Even though he’s just woken up from a coma, he already has some understanding of it.
The group walked in the Elf Palace, with Lis following behind Haddad, showing no signs of urgency.
This was also a mark of respect for the former Elf King.
There were not many elves in the Royal Palace, as most of the original Royal Palace Guards had already gone to the front line to fight the Abyss Demons.
Lis followed Haddad to the Central Palace of the Elf Palace.
They walked lightly, following Haddad into the corridor at the back of the palace.
The air was filled with a faint floral scent mixed with the ancient fragrance of cedar, fresh and rich.
The entire corridor was so quiet that only their steady footsteps could be heard, each step making a slight sound, enveloped in an indescribable solemnity.
The group slowly advanced along the corridor; after a moment, Haddad finally stopped.
Lis looked up to see a small isolated room in front of him, distinct from the surrounding corridor in style.
The wooden door of the room was made of the rare Star Pattern Wood, hard and delicate in texture, with a surface as smooth as a mirror, faintly reflecting the figures of those present.
The door was carved with dense and intertwined vine patterns, adorned with vivid blossoms that were lifelike.
The door was tightly closed, with no visible lock, yet it exuded a sense of inviolable weight, like an invisible barrier isolating all the outside noise and chaos.
Just by looking at it, Lis felt the extraordinariness of the place.
The flow of Magic Power in the surrounding Royal Palace seemed to have this small room as its core hub.
Haddad took a deep breath, his chest slightly rising and falling, seeming to calm the emotions in his heart.
Then he raised his hand, gently brushing his fingertips over the vine patterns on the door, and then slowly pushed the wooden door open.
"Creak~"
A long, light sound broke the prolonged silence of the corridor, the sound echoing lightly in the empty corridor, gradually dissipating.
Lis, Adela, and Daphne followed closely behind, stepping in and instantly scanning the room, taking in the entire scene.
The room was not large, furnished extremely simply, with a barren lack of extra items, and the floor was paved with bluish-gray stone slabs.
In the gaps between the slabs, a few small patches of moss grew sporadically, conveying a touch of natural chill.
Only the four walls of emerald green stood out, the green not artificial but the natural luster contained within the stone, like new leaves budding in early spring, vibrant and full of life force.
And on the wall directly opposite the door, there was a beautiful pattern made of pure golden stripes.
The lines were intricate and orderly, clearly outlining a towering and leafy giant.
Lis, with just a glance, understood this was a depiction of the World Tree.
The branches of the World Tree were gnarled, and the foliage overlapped in layers, seemingly capable of covering the heavens and the sun.
At the top of the giant tree, a full and round sun was slowly rising.
The golden light shone through the gaps in the leaves, circulating faint glows among the lines, appearing holy and solemn.
Lis felt a sudden stir in his heart, instantly understanding the meaning of the pattern.
This was one of the emblems of the Elf Main God Correlon, symbolizing Correlon’s birth from the World Tree, wielding the supreme authority of the sun and life.
Haddad showed no hesitation, his expression growing more solemn as he slowly walked to the wall with the emblem.
The previously peaceful expression became infinitely solemn, a flash of discernible resolve passed deep in his eyes, mixed with a trace of hard-to-conceal reluctance.
He slowly raised his right hand, slightly furrowing his brow, and lightly cut his finger.
A drop of blood with fine golden threads immediately emerged, crystal clear, emitting a faint golden light in the dim room.
This was the unique bloodline of the Day Elves, containing power derived from Correlon.
He did not hesitate, resolutely pressing his bleeding right hand onto the golden patterns on the wall.
The moment his fingertips touched the pattern, those originally static golden stripes seemed to be infused with life, instantly becoming active.
The once solidified golden stripes turned into flowing light, like living streams gently flowing along the patterns.
The entire emerald green wall glowed with a faint golden light, casting a warm glow throughout the room.
The golden blood from Haddad’s fingertips seeped into the stone wall along the patterns, perfectly blending with the golden lines.
The whole process felt perfectly natural, as if it was meant to be that way.