So, strictly speaking, Shiayar at this moment is merely a legendary figure.

He has walked further on the path of legends, accumulated for longer, a legend comparable to fabled creatures.

Yet the legendary figure in front of him actually died silently like this.

As for the reason for this phenomenon, it is actually quite understandable.

Just as the remnant spirit of the Sun God previously mentioned, His rank is too powerful, and the bloodline of these elves has become too impure, long lost the qualification to become a vessel.

Moreover, dealing with such a rank, with the alternation of immense divinity and authority, naturally requires a lot of preparation procedures.

Without any preparation, if an intention forcibly descends, then this body will naturally become a one-time consumable, and once it departs, all bodily functions will collapse in an instant.

"However, at least compared to the seven colleagues left in the Council, you're still quite lucky."

"Those unlucky ones faced the Nuclear Explosion Magic head-on in the center, probably even their bones were sublimated into ashes, leaving nothing behind."

"I just don't know if that thing, Heaven's Lock and other sacred relics are still there."

"If they too were sent away by a Nuclear Explosion Magic, that would be quite a pity."

"Nothing else, that Heaven's Lock is at least a sacred relic that specifically counters divinity, it shouldn't be so fragile and unable to withstand an impact, right?"

Shiayar sighed, gathered the scattered bones, and drew a cross on his chest.

Then, from the pile of bones, he took a few extraordinary aura-imbued pieces of jewelry and a ring-like object brimming with strands of mystery, seemingly a sacred relic with a spatial storage effect.

Even though the two had an antagonistic relationship before, now that they were dead, Shiayar decided to show some respect to the other side.

At least they did blow up quite a bit of gold coins for him.

Although the current situation of the elves on the Lost Island is extremely embarrassing, there is, after all, the remains of the entire Elven Royal Court here.

As a Council Elder and the decision-maker of the entire Lost Island Elf Clan, the estate of this legendary elf is quite substantial, all now benefiting Shiayar.

Although Shiayar has now backed several rich wives, the entire White Tower and the entire Fresta Empire can be considered his backing, literally richer than a kingdom.

But his wife's money and his own money, there's still a difference.

How could a man not have his own private stash of money?

Not to mention, just the issue of nighttime dominance, Shiayar absolutely couldn't tolerate that.

He put all the profits from looting into the Spatial Pocket, looked into the distance at that increasingly close crimson gold meteor.

The next moment, Shiayar's gaze shifted slightly.

Because immediately after, he felt in the depths of the World Tree Fragment.

There was a high and profound will, slowly awakening.

It was obvious that the extermination of those seven Council Elders was also beyond the expectation of the Sun God's remnant spirit lying dormant in the World Tree Fragment.

And after using the body of that legendary elf as a medium, for the first time truly meeting Shiayar.

His interest in this inexplicable human who came to the Lost Island, especially towards the thing called magic hidden within him—

Became even stronger.

To the extent that, at this moment, He was even willing to alter the original slow revival plan.

At the risk of losing control, forcibly awakening more power sealed in the World Tree Fragment.

Shiayar sensed space ripples arising around him.

The next moment, the scenery around him completely transformed after a distortion of light halos.

The sky-covering branches of the World Tree disappeared.

Instead, a magnificent Black Iron Hall appeared.

This is the dimension contained within the World Tree Fragment.

It also is, the place where the Sun God's remnant spirit lies dormant.

...

Ten minutes ago, at the center of the Elven Royal Court's high tower.

When the scorching white light faded.

The grand Elven Tower had been reduced to a desolate ruin.

Also, there was the metallic river melted into liquid by the unparalleled light and heat, now reconsolidating.

In the vast ruins, only one Golden Elf remained.

Besides the unhealed wound left by the earlier arrow, Hathaway was unscathed from head to toe.

In stark contrast to the surrounding Council Hall destroyed by unparalleled destructive power and those other Council Elders turned to ashes by the nuclear explosion, leaving not a trace behind.

Having lost its master's control, the "Heaven's Lock" loosened, releasing the Golden Elf.

Around her, those twisted spatial fissures slowly dissipated.

It was an defensive magic she created, named "Space Domain."

Capable of twisting the surrounding space, creating a space barrier isolating everything.

Unless it involved space law attacks, otherwise, any simple physical damage couldn't surpass the twisted space itself, not even a destroying Nuclear Explosion was an exception.

Relying on the magic she developed, Hathaway turned the taboo spell "Nuclear Explosion," originally with extremely stringent activation requirements, a slight mistake leading to mutual destruction between caster and opponent, into an ultimate move that could be used without restriction.

According to the concept Shiayar described to her, wizards are divided into many types.