I...

Did I do something wrong?

The desolate wind, blowing through the silent Hall of Deliberations.

In that split second, in Hathaway's heart...

All the previous joy, the elation, all the anticipation.

All turned into pure nothingness.

Bone-chilling cold.

The world became silent, only that illusory curtain of water remained.

Hathaway's pale golden eyes were locked in the illusionary light screen for a long time.

In the scene, the figure of the human boy was so thin.

His head slightly lowered, his hands bound by the black iron shackles.

Under the dark scattered hair, the eyes that once enchanted Hathaway, as if reflecting the Sea of Stars, have never been so obscure as now.

This was the first time Hathaway saw Shiayar so weak.

In the past, because of their captivating first meeting, Shiayar always appeared to Hathaway with a halo-like aura.

He was powerful, he was mysterious.

Like a hero, he appeared in the life of the Golden Elf at the most desperate moment, and brought a glimmer of light to the dark world of the Lost Island.

Gentle, yet seemingly omnipotent.

Shiayar's image was so radiant and untouchable, causing Hathaway to often feel a sense of inferiority in front of Shiayar, even barely daring to look him in the face directly.

But until this moment, Hathaway for the first time truly saw the boy's face clearly.

Gone was the mysterious and heroic aura from their initial meeting in the Dimensional Void.

His facial features were not sharp, but soft and delicate, extraordinarily handsome.

Even fragile.

Unlike someone supposedly at least above Legendary, or even beyond Legendary rank.

Compared to the elves Hathaway saw on the Lost Island, Shiayar resembled more like a true wandering poet of the Elf Clan, gentle and serene, untouched by dust.

In the past, due to Shiayar's calm and mysterious demeanor, and his frequent assumption of the identity of Teacher Hathaway, occasionally asking her to call him teacher for fun.

Hathaway always thought Shiayar must be much older.

Regarding his youthful appearance, for those above the Legendary rank, there are too many ways to disguise, or rather it's not a disguise at all, but a fixation of the physical state at the peak age.

But it was not until now that Hathaway realized suddenly.

Even if discarding the lifespan differences between humans and advanced Elves, even when converted proportionally according to racial lifespans, Shiayar might still be younger than her.

Unlike the seasoned veteran she had imagined, he seemed more like a recently matured youth.

And she, so unreasonably...

For her own wishful thinking, capriciously demanded him, younger than her, to accompany her back to the Lost Island.

And then, caused Shiayar to fall into this irretrievable Abyss.

Still talking about becoming the first member of his yet-to-be-established Wizards' Tower.

Saying she wanted to be Shiayar's only disciple.

Claiming she would be his right-hand, his strength.

Thinking back now, how ridiculously laughable.

The heart of the Golden Elf, thus slowly sank into an icy abyss.

She slowly lifted her head, looking at the silent kindred in front of her.

"Shiayar... where is he now?"

"Now, he should be with the Lord."

The leading elder Sun Elf slowly spoke.

"Originally, our plan was to completely kill that alien race."

"But oddly, after meeting the human, the Lord issued a decree."

"Commanding us to send someone to bring the human to His dwelling."

"The Lord..."

Hathaway sharply caught the information in the Sun Elf's words.

The Lost Island long ceased to have a so-called Lord.

Here, the Council holds the highest Authority.

For the Sun Elf elder, a Council Elder, to show such reverence, even humility —

Then, the so-called "Lord" they mentioned, there could be only one possibility.

"Has the Sun God of old, that creator of the Glorious Era, resurrected?"

She looked at the elves before her, slowly spoke: "In that great catastrophe of old, neither the Ancient Dragon King nor the King of Giants was spared."

"The pollution of the Fallen Sun, even after a millennium, continues to plague the Main Material Plane."

"You are so certain that this 'He' you speak of, is indeed the true Sun God Himself?"

"Of course, otherwise, how could He possess such formidable power and might."

The Moon Elf who once barred Hathaway from entering the Royal Court Great Library spoke indifferently.

"The Lord has promised, as long as we follow His will and assist in His resurrection—"

"Then when He returns, He will carve out a plot for us on the Western Continent, to rebuild a new Elven Royal Court."

"There, it will be dozens, hundreds of times larger than the current Lost Island."

"And the condition for that is, to eradicate all unforeseen factors before the Lord fully revives."

"Exploring the outside world, allowing elves to leave the Lost Island, reaching the Astral Realm, using what you call Magic Power... "

"These are all sources of danger, potentially exposing the not yet fully revived Lord to the prying of other Fabled Creatures in the Western Continent."