Mage Legend-Chapter 319: Episode 17 Remnant Star_2

Back in the living quarters, Zilvra leaned against the railing, already lost in meditation. While elves do not require sleep in the way humans do, entering a trance to harmonize with the surrounding environment is essential. However, Lynch was puzzled about what a Drow like Zilvra would seek harmony with in this sacred land of elves.

The slight twitching of her eyelids suggested that Zilvra had not entered complete rest; perhaps she didn’t want to truly enter a trance state at all. Lynch stood in front of her for a while, waiting for Zilvra to speak, but she remained silent.

So the Mage took out a scroll from his Spatial Bag. It was a scroll he had transcribed from the Black Crystal Tower, recording the Magic Runes carved beneath a massive metal sphere. Combining the accounts of the "Secret Law" and the knowledge of the Dark Elf’s barriers, Lynch had managed to separate the power-providing aspect from the effect-causing component. Now he needed one of these effects to implement his plan.

On that night, a strong beam of light shone continuously from the mountain of Heather, visible even from the lake dozens of miles away. This light originated from the Mage Lynch’s room, coming from his Powerful Wand. The young Mage worked through the night without rest, crafting what he needed.

The elves, who loved to wander and appreciate the beautiful moonlight at night, were unusually quiet that day. The entire Holy Mountain had no songs echoing through it, only infinite tranquility reverberating in the forest. All the elves saw that intense beam of light, which extended from the window and shot straight towards the sky, pointing at the bright moon. Around it, the shining stars seemed a bit dim.

"Our Mage friend must have some magical plan; everyone should leave him undisturbed," said all the residents here.

The next day, the Mage left his room silently, accompanied by Zilvra. They boarded a white pointed boat, crossing the Holy Lake before the morning light had spread, entering the Elf Forest, disappearing into the damp mist.

Little Soka yawned, lazily flying to the treehouse where the Elf Queen resided. Unable to sleep all night due to the intense white light, how could she rest? The Angel handed a letter to the Empress, then lay down on the steps and fell asleep.

Hernfurry smiled, her gentle smile dispelling the fatigue from days of labor. She gently picked up the little one in front of her, placing her on a bed of leaves and flowers.

The Angel, while sleeping soundly, was chewing on the fragrant bedding like a greedy sheep. After reading the letter, the Empress convened a meeting with several elders living in Heather to discuss the situation.

For five consecutive days, there was no news from the Mage. It was as if he had suddenly vanished, and even the elves skilled in tracking within the dense forest couldn’t find his tracks. However, the Elf Queen showed no sign of worry; instead, it seemed as if she had felt a weight lifted and spent much of her time playing with Soka. This little angel was very much to her liking. Meanwhile, all the elders led their followers in some "secret work." The elves not privy to the internal situation worried over the current events; many warriors and rangers searched through the Elf Forest, fearing the Mage might have lost his way in the vast woods, or encountered the Undead.

A figure swiftly leapt between the trees, darting from one to another, leaving only a shadow behind. The slippery green moss on the branches did not affect him at all; his light movements didn’t even disturb the sleeping birds nearby. Only a few leaves gently floated down, the only clue he left.

When the agile elf ranger disappeared into the dense foliage, two figures rose from beneath the tree he had just passed.

"It seems that this degree of disguise is sufficient," Lynch said, brushing a few leaves off his head and stretching. "If the elves can’t detect any signs, then the Undead have no hope at all."

"Of course," Zilvra replied, helping Lynch pluck a few dead leaves off his Mage Robe, "Elven techniques are easy to learn."

"That’s because you are also one of the elves," Lynch remarked. "The Drow, a thousand years ago, also lived among the woods."

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