CHAPTER 339: THE HIGH ELVEN SEER BLOODLINE

The cavernous stillness within the Circle of Resonance was heavy, unmoving—perfect for the path of Still Earth.

Morris stood at the edge of the stone platform, inhaling deeply, his palms touching the dusty earth beneath him. The statue of the Juggernaut of Stone, looming before him, radiated quiet resilience—its etched face calm and unmoving, hands merged with the ground itself.

Naena nodded solemnly nearby. "You’re ready, Morris. But remember, stillness doesn’t mean silence. It means clarity. Earth remembers, even when all else forgets."

Morris stepped forward.

He closed his eyes.

The moment his foot touched the center of the Circle—

The entire Hollow trembled.

But not from the statue.

A burst of light—sharp, radiant, and uncontainable—exploded from the tent across the Hollow where Lila lay.

It was so intense, so pure, that it sent a wave of Qi and pressure rippling across the mountain cavern. The wind screamed through the stone passages, the ground quivered slightly, and Naena’s eyes snapped toward the tent in sheer alarm.

"That’s not... Morris," she breathed.

’Lila....’

Far across the Hollow, Kaelen jolted upright in his meditative seat. His eyes widened, pupils dilating instantly as a familiar yet overwhelming energy signature slammed into his senses.

Lila.

"No..." he whispered. And then—he vanished, propelled forward by a burst of reinforced Nullcarver Qi, blurring through the stone passageways like a streak of golden lightning.

Kaelen tore through the entrance flaps, and what he saw froze his heart.

Lila was no longer lying on the bed.

She was floating, arms limp at her sides, hair flowing upward as if underwater. Her eyes were still closed, yet her body was surrounded by an aura so brilliant, so sacred, it was difficult to look directly at her.

Golden-white feathers of light—yes, feathers—slowly drifted away from her body and dissolved into the air. Symbols, ancient and divine, etched themselves into the circle beneath her in glowing script none of them could read.

The light pulsed.

And with every pulse, the fabric of the tent trembled.

Kaelen instinctively stepped forward, hand half-raised. "Lila..."

He didn’t know what was happening. Only that it felt like every fiber of her soul was being rewritten.

Behind him, Kelvin, Ethan, Guinevere, and Morris—having abandoned his trial—rushed into the tent.

Guinevere gasped. "What in the world...?"

Morris staggered back slightly as the pressure hit him. "She’s emitting... something sacred. This isn’t normal mana..."

Kelvin raised a brow, a flicker of both caution and fascination in his eyes. "This isn’t just power... It’s something above mana. I can feel it in my core."

Naena arrived last, her face pale, her gaze fixed on Lila.

"This is... beyond even the Nullcarver’s comprehension," she murmured.

Guinevere turned to Kaelen, who stood closest to Lila, the glow of her aura reflecting in his wide eyes.

"Kaelen—what’s going on? You were here first!"

All eyes turned to him.

But Kaelen—still rooted to the spot—barely managed to speak.

His throat was dry, his voice barely a whisper.

"I... I don’t know."

His fists clenched. He took another step forward. "I don’t know why but.... I felt her. I felt something calling out to her. But now..."

Lila’s body arched slightly in midair, a final blinding pulse bursting from her chest—like the heartbeat of something Celestial—and then...

Silence.

The light began to fade.

Her body slowly descended back onto the bedding, feathers of light vanishing, symbols dimming.

But she did not stir.

Not yet.

Kaelen dropped to his knees beside her, trembling hands reaching out.

"Lila..."

No one moved.

No one breathed.

Then—

Her hand twitched.

"Huh? Did I just see one of her fingers move?" Morris quickly asked when he notices the split second twitching Lila’s hand just did.

"What?"

Kaelen was still kneeling beside Lila’s unconscious form when he muttered in slight surprise, his hand barely an inch from hers.

And then—

Her fingers twitched again.

A ripple passed through the tent as if the very fabric of reality responded to her stirring. Kaelen’s eyes snapped to her face.

"Lila...?"

But then, something strange and utterly impossible began to happen.

Her once chestnut-brown hair, damp with sweat and grief, began to shift—strand by strand—as if kissed by celestial light.

The rich earthy hue bled away, like ink in water.

And in its place, a luminous, ethereal light blue took root—so soft and vibrant it shimmered in the low torchlight of the tent.

"W-What the hell..." Morris murmured, stepping back.

Ethan’s eyes widened, his mist-colored irises reflecting the strange glow. "That’s... not illusion magic. That’s a physical transformation."

But it didn’t stop there.

The air inside the tent thickened.

Kaelen gasped.

He could feel it—the mana density around Lila had just tripled, condensed in an unnatural spiral above her body. The air shimmered with translucent lines of energy that coiled around her, dancing like serpents of radiant mist.

A ring of pure liquid mana began to swirl beneath her body. It looked ancient, as if drawn by a force older than language.

"Her core..." Naena whispered in astonishment. "It’s... harmonizing with something primordial."

Kaelen was the first to step closer. He reached out, not in fear, but in awe. "Lila..."

Then—

Her eyes fluttered.

And opened.

They weren’t the same either.

What used to be soft amber-brown was now icy sapphire, laced with shimmering flecks of silver. Her gaze was clear, piercing—and haunted.

The swirling mana slowly dispersed like vaporized liquid, the air finally returning to normal. Her breathing evened out.

Kaelen let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"You’re awake," he whispered. "Are you... are you okay?"

She blinked a few times, still orienting herself. "Kaelen...? Where...?"

Kelvin stepped forward, arms crossed but brows furrowed. "You caused quite the ruckus just now. Your hair’s changed. Your mana’s changed. The entire Hollow nearly thought a god was descending."

Guinevere nodded. "You scared us all..."

Naena stepped closer now, her eyes narrowed with deep focus, almost reverence. "Child... what happened inside your mind?"

Lila took a long moment. Then, slowly, she sat up, clutching the blanket draped over her body. "I... I think I met my mother."

Everyone froze.

"What?" Kaelen asked softly, stepping closer.

Lila turned to him, her newly transformed hair cascading around her like a curtain of light. "I was in a white void. Completely empty. But then... she appeared. I didn’t recognize her at first, but when she spoke..." her voice trembled, "she called me her star. And said she was my mother."

Ethan’s voice cracked in disbelief. "But your mother... isn’t she—?"

Lila nodded slowly. "Gone. Or... I thought she was. But what I saw—she wasn’t like anyone I’ve ever seen. Her eyes... her voice... she didn’t feel human."

Naena crouched before her, eyes flickering. "Tell me... what did she look like?"

Lila hesitated. "Her hair... it was like mine is now. A flowing light blue. Her eyes—silver. Glowing. And when she touched me, I felt... peaceful."

Naena’s eyes widened slightly.

Guinevere looked between them. "Wait. Elder Naena... what are you thinking?"

The elder matriarch looked around at the group and said carefully:

"That description... matches the ancient bloodlines of the High Elven Seer line. Which went extinct... or so we believed."

Kaelen stiffened. "Are you saying...?"

Naena’s voice dropped to a hush, as if daring not to anger the truth itself:

"She’s not fully human. Lila... is half elf."

The tent fell into stunned silence.

Even Kelvin, who had rarely been caught off guard, faltered.

"That explains the hair," Ethan muttered. "And the mana density... Elves normally had cores that functioned beyond the human standard..."

Kaelen slowly turned back to Lila, still stunned. "All this time... you didn’t know?"

Lila shook her head. "I didn’t even know who my mother was. Father never spoke about her. But now... I’m starting to understand why."

Naena leaned closer. "And your dream... her message?"

Lila looked at Kaelen. Then at the others. "She said... that the truth is now in arm’s reach and I was never meant to walk Aetheris alone."

Kaelen’s chest tightened.

Kelvin narrowed his eyes. "So what happens now?"

Before anyone could answer, Naena stood, her expression grim.

"What happens now is that the world has just gotten more dangerous. If word gets out... that the last known descendant of the Seer bloodline is alive..." she looked directly at Lila, "you’ll be hunted by everyone. Human or elf."

Lila clenched her fists but raised her chin.

"Then let them come."

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The tent was quiet now—almost too quiet—after the whirlwind of revelations, glowing symbols, and mana surges. Lila had since changed into a clean robe, though her mind was anything but calm.

She sat on a stone bench beside a brazier, her newly transformed light-blue hair cascading over her shoulder like a banner of truth. Across from her, Naena poured a steaming herbal brew into a wooden cup and handed it over.

"You’ve questions," Naena said simply, settling onto a cushion.

Lila accepted the brew but didn’t drink. "What... exactly is a High Elven Seer? What does it mean that I’m one? What makes this bloodline so special?"

Naena nodded solemnly, folding her aged fingers on her lap.

"The High Elven Seers," she began, "were once known as The Whisperers of the Stars. Chosen not by fate or circumstance—but by the Celestials themselves. In the early days of Aetheris, before the kingdoms had boundaries and before mana had veins, the Celestials bestowed their wisdom upon a line of Elves who could hear what others could not. The future. The past. The world’s will."

Lila’s lips parted. The room tensed.

"They were powerful?" Morris asked from the side.

Naena turned to him. "More than powerful. They were feared. Even by kings. Their visions shaped the rise and fall of civilizations."

Ethan leaned on the tent post, frowning. "But what about now? Why are there none?"

Naena sighed, her eyes clouded with memory. "They were hunted. Not just by mortals who feared them... but by those above, the celestial, who thought the Seers meddled too deeply. Most were exterminated in a great purge. Others simply... vanished. Until now."

Lila touched her chest. "But what about my mother? She was one."

Naena nodded. "A Seer who survived in hiding... and chose to fall in love."

Kaelen asked, "With a human?"

"Perhaps," Naena said. "It doesn’t matter. Because here lies the truth..." Her eyes narrowed.

"Unlike the Hybrids—who, while powerful, suffer from low fertility and difficulties propagating their race—the Elven Seers are the opposite. Their lineage dominates. Whether they conceive with a beast, a man, or even a Celestial... the child will always carry the Seer blood."

A stillness took over the tent.

Lila looked shaken. "Always?"

Naena nodded. "Always. Your child would be Seer. If someone took your blood, they could manipulate destinies. If they bred you..." Her voice dipped. "They could reshape the world."

That statement turned everyone’s blood cold.

One of the Nullcarvers who has been with them suddenly whispered, "Which is why she would be hunted. Not just by mages... but kings. Cults. Eternals."

Guinevere stood, fists clenched. "Then we make sure they never know."

But Kaelen was silent regarding this as he put his head down. Of cause, Lila noticed this which brought her to ask "Is there something wrong, Kaelen?"

This brought everyone’s attention to Kaelen as they all fell silent. But Kaelen still remained silent for a short while before he took a deep breath and suddenly shifted his gaze right into the eyes of Lila. And with a resolute look on his face, he spoke with a silent determination.

"Although I won’t lie, all these things are a bit overwhelming for me to take. But still, I swear on my blade... on the name of the Dragonyx they stole from me... I will never leave your side. If the world comes for you, it will have to go through me."

Immediately Lila heard him, Tears welled in her eyes. Her fingers trembled in on her laps.

But instead of breaking down, Lila gave a painful, heart-wrenching smile as she suddenly stood up and walked up to him.

"Kaelen... you don’t understand..."

She leaned closer, forehead now touching his. The others respectfully stepped away.

"If I lose you," she whispered, "If the world takes you from me again... I won’t hesitate. I’ll take my own life with the same hand I used to protect you."

Kaelen’s breath hitched. "Lila—"

"Don’t make promises that will get you killed," she said, voice cracking. "Because I don’t need you as my guardian. I need you to live. Not die for me."

Kaelen held her tighter. "Then we survive together."

Lila’s tears finally broke free.

And in that moment, amid ancient secrets, bloodlines, and gods’ whispers, there was only one truth neither of them could deny:

They were bound. By love, by destiny, and by the storm yet to come.