CHAPTER 638

【 THE WAR…HAS ENDED? 】

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Before her stood three colossal bone dragons, each hundreds of meters long.

Their skeletal features carried faint traces of gold, and even in death, they exuded a dreadful, regal presence, much like monarchs who had once ruled the heavens and earth.

Just a single glance at their awe-inspiring remains was enough to envision the grandeur and majesty they once possessed when they were still alive.

Evé gazed curiously at these massive creatures. Yet as her eyes met theirs, the entire chamber trembled slightly.

A deep, ancient, and chilling voice echoed through the chamber:

“Intruders… die.”

It was spoken in the language of dragons.

Before the last syllable faded, the vibrations intensified, and the three enormous bone dragons began to creak and rattle.

Under Eve’s intrigued gaze, ghostly blue flames ignited within their hollow eye sockets, and three ancient consciousnesses slowly awakened from their long slumber as the bone dragons came back to life.

A terrifying aura surged through the air, rapidly escalating to a level that could make even a legendary being tremble in fear. The three dragons, their faces twisted and menacing, turned their massive skulls toward Evé.

“Rooooar!”

Their thunderous cries erupted in unison, carrying with it a destructive sonic force that shattered the engravings carved into the chamber walls.

Yet at the epicenter of that overwhelming blast stood the elven maiden, completely unflinching.

Not even the hem of her robe stirred.

Her gaze remained calm, yet tinged with faint amusement and a trace of regret.

“How ironic… to become the very guardians of the tombs of your own mortal enemies. What a travesty.”

She shook her head gently.

At the sound of her voice, the three dragons’ roars grew more frenzied.

The next instant, they lunged toward her, fury and malice in their every movement.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon Eve, followed by three torrents of deathly blue dragonfire whose destructive energy appeared to distort the very fabric of space itself.

Sensing that devastating power, a flicker of surprise flashed in Eve’s eyes.

“Your strength has been well preserved, I see,” she said with a soft laugh.

Golden light then burst from her body as her form began to transform.

Her game avatar’s short blond hair lengthened swiftly, flowing down to her waist as its color shifted into a luminous, regal silver.

Her emerald eyes gleamed brightly before turning into a brilliant shade of amethyst, deep and mysterious.

Eve’s entire appearance changed, revealing her true divine form. The druidic robe she wore transformed into a sacred, resplendent gown, while the staff in her hand became an ornate scepter of life.

At that moment, Evé had fully released her divine state,

A true god walking upon the earth.

Golden light flooded the chamber, banishing the shadows as ethereal hymns filled the air.

Evé cast a single glance at the bone dragons, and the three beings—each one powerful enough to shake the realm of Seigües if unleashed—trembled and froze mid-attack.

It was not that they had chosen to stop. Rather, several golden chains had materialized in the air, binding their massive forms.

They were divine shackles—the Chains of a True God.

“Submit to me,” Evé said softly, “and I shall grant you liberation… and rebirth.”

Her voice carried supreme authority, imbued with an irresistible sacredness.

At her words, the three bone dragons shuddered violently.

The blue flames in their eyes flickered with confusion.

But soon, strange rune-like symbols emerged within the ghostly blue flames in their eye sockets, spinning rapidly as they stabilized the Dragon’s chaotic soul fire.

Moments later, that fleeting clarity was once again consumed by turmoil and madness.

“A Titan’s soul-binding mark…?” Evé murmured, raising a brow.

She lightly tapped the ground with her scepter of life, releasing a faint ripple of energy.

The ripple spread outward, enveloping the chamber and washing over the three dragons, passing gently through their skeletal bodies.

The three colossal creatures trembled once more as streaks of divine power took shape within the blue soul flames of their eyes, forcing out clusters of shimmering wedge-shaped symbols.

A glimmer of clarity flashed within the bone dragons’ burning eyes.

Their struggle ceased, replaced by calmness, and all three dragons turned their gaze collectively toward Evé.

Then, among the three, the largest dragon’s soul flame flickered faintly before it spoke in a deep, ancient voice:

“You are… Your Grace, Yggd…rasill?”

It was the same aged and solemn voice that had spoken when Evé first entered the tomb.

Yet this time, its tone was no longer cold and carried a trace of vitality and faint respect.

Evé she replied with a gentle smile.

“You may address me as ‘Eve’ Yggdrasill.”

Her strength had long surpassed what it once was. Now, she no longer needed to act under the name of her predecessor.

Of course, from a divine perspective, she had inherited the true form of the World Tree, merged with its fragmented divine soul and partial memories. So technically speaking, she was a new incarnation of the World Tree.

Still, to retain the title “Yggdrasil” was not inaccurate.

“Evé Yggdrasil…” the bone dragon murmured, repeating her name as its ghostly flame wavered softly.

It surveyed the surrounding chamber, then spoke again, its tone reverent yet raspy:

“Your Grace Yggdrasill… how long have we slumbered?”

Meeting its gaze, Evé exhaled softly.

“At least… two hundred thousand years.”

Two hundred thousand years.

That number was one Evé had deduced from the murals on the walls and the inherited memories of the World Tree.

Since the inception of the realm of Seigües, the length of each succeeding era had gradually shortened.

The Genesis Era, which was the first, had lasted over a hundred million years. Then came the Era of Dragons, spanning tens of millions. After that, the Titan Era endured for roughly three hundred thousand years, followed by the fifty-thousand-year-long conflict between Dragons and Titans.

What followed was the Twilight Era, in which an age of ruin and chaos that persisted for another hundred thirty thousand years, until the dawn of the Silver Era, when the Elves and other sentient races once more flourished across the land.

“Two hundred thousand years…”

The dragons repeated the number under their breath, their voices trembling.

After a brief silence, the foremost dragon bowed its great skull respectfully.

“Your Grace Yggdrasill, my name is Mars.”

Mars?

Evé searched her inherited memories for the name but found nothing.

It was unsurprising.

There had been countless demigod beings during that era and the absence of a record was hardly unusual. Especially since the knowledge she inherited from the World Tree had never been complete.

At that moment, Mars spoke again, his voice low yet hopeful.

“Then… Your Grace, may I ask… the war… how did it end?”

Evé immediately understood.

He was asking about the war between the Dragons and the Titans.

She let out a faint sigh and replied softly,

“The war ended… two hundred thousand years ago.”

“The war… ended?”

The three enormous dragons froze.

“Then… was it our kind—the dragons—who prevailed?”

Mars asked eagerly.

Evé slowly shook her head.

The denial struck them like a physical blow. The great beasts shifted uneasily, and their once-fiery soul flames dimmed with visible sorrow.

“Then… was it the Titans who won?” another dragon asked in a trembling voice.

Evé again shook her head.

“No.”

She paused for a moment, her expression calm yet distant, before sighing lightly.

“There were no victors in that war.”

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