184 [3-41] Cosmo elixirra (1/2)

”The fort is under control. ”Confirming router shutdown!

”Yes, sir. Hunt down the remnants, but don't let them interfere with the ritual.

Copy that!

All units outside, put out the fire. The fire won't spread much, but hurry.

Across the wall of burning trees from the Blue Army's position.

A caller's message came in, and Alastor, who was in command in the rear, gave the order.

The dark elven archers, who had been shooting fire arrows through the trees, now began shooting arrows with water magic.

This is a magic item that causes magic to unfold around the point of impact. This is a stockpile from the elven village.

Now, this is where you come in, witch.

Everis, who had been watching from the rear, appeared through the charred trees.

A black cat with red eyes was perched on her shoulder.

The Blue Army's position was no longer a battlefield.

The remains of burned buildings and tents were strewn about, and even the surviving soldiers had been killed.

Ogres wielding clubs were destroying the wreckage of the burned out walls to make room.

Everis thrusts a wand-like object into the scorched ground, scribbling spells all over it.

He thrust several of them into the burnt ground, looking for a place where the vein could be called a ”tsu-bo-bo”.

At his side were three beautiful dark elf boys, carrying his equipment.

In the middle of the encampment, part of the city walls, by the well, in the deepest part of the fort ......

When the number of staves in the air reached eight, a change occurred.

The earth shook and cracks of light formed between the protruding staves, as if to illustrate a constellation.

The flames faded, and the blue camp, which had been sinking into the darkness of night, turned white.

It was not a 'glow' but a 'white'.

It was more 'white' than 'radiant'. A landscape that seemed to have been formed by pressing white light into shape appeared.

It was the source of life, the world from which all life in this forest flows.

It is a silhouette of the forest created by the elves, but an ideal type that cannot be created by human hands.

The blackened ground is repainted, and the grass, the trees, and the flowing water materialize as white illusions.

In the midst of all this stood a figure of light.

There were many, many of them.

A form that looked like an elf was looking at me from within the ideal forest.

”This is ......!

The dark elves buzzed in surprise.

Even those who do not know what this is can guess what it is.

A place of return for dead elves.

It was the embodiment of the Sanctuary, which overlapped with the Great Forest of Goosenfall.

In the first place, the control of the veins by the Great Forest of Goosenfall is centered on the collective consciousness of the dead souls of the elves dissolved into the veins of the ...... forest, the consciousness that nests in the veins. It is Everis's opinion that there is more to it than that, that there are hidden qualities.

The Sanctuary is the dream they see, a realm woven by ritualized soul source magic (primal spell) using countless souls as the medium. In the aftermath of the great event of reconnecting the lost veins, it had materialized on earth.

Not a few Dark Elves were terrified and confused.

Many of them decided to become Dark Elves as a compromise against the mighty enemy of the Empire. They felt as if the forms of their fathers had appeared to condemn them. Just because you become a Dark Elf doesn't mean that your reverence for the Fathers will easily disappear.