Chapter 327: Chapter 177: First Meeting, the Beautiful Golden Elf Lady (5k) Part 2
A voice came from the darkness.
It was a Moon Elf with light blue long hair, dressed in a robe similar in style to Hathaway’s.
"Ael Frostsong..."
"Why does the Council do this?"
Hathaway looked at the Moon Elf before her and spoke softly.
"No, that’s not my name."
"And I’m not married yet, how could I have an Ice Elf surname."
"If I remember correctly, Ael Frostsong was the name of my great-grandmother or great-great-grandmother? It’s a bit unclear."
"But it’s not important anyway; it’s merely old history."
The female Moon Elf toyed with her long hair and chuckled softly.
"As for the reason you seek, Senior Hathaway—"
"Of course, it’s because exploring the Astral Realm is too dangerous, there’s no protection from the ’Veil’ there... a slight misstep leads to madness as recorded in ancient books."
"It’s fine if you go mad by yourself, but if you do, we have to spend time dealing with it, and that’s quite troublesome."
Hathaway’s gaze was slightly dazed, then returned to calm.
She spoke softly: "Indeed, your ancestor—"
"Second Elder of the Council, Ael Frostsong, spent her whole life seeking a way to break the curse and leave the Lost Island..."
"She once told me that the future of the advanced Elf Tribe should not be confined to this lightless island."
"But rather, should bask in the true sunlight."
"When the Council was first established, its purpose was to unify power, enabling the Elf Clan to find a path to the future..."
The Golden Elf’s words were abruptly interrupted.
"Back then, it was you old relics causing trouble, wasting hundreds of years and vast resources without any success, often losing control and causing countless deaths."
"Always talking about the path and future of the Elf Clan."
"The Royal Court is outdated history, who cares about those old cliches."
"Why destroy our current peaceful life with your inexplicable obsessions?"
"Moreover, trying to create a new power system to resist the curse brought by the creator’s fall, don’t you find it ridiculous? That’s the power of the deities!"
...
Not carving out your own, brand-new path.
But putting all hopes and desires... on the continuation of the ’Veil.’
Is that right?
Is the Veil created by that Elf King eternal?
These words were not yet spoken when Hathaway saw that the Moon Elf before her had already vanished into the boundless darkness and shadows outside the torchlight.
Soon, the eerie blue torch also extinguished, leaving the vast empty Tower in silence.
She turned slightly, looking at the door of the library behind her that had stopped vibrating and was closed again.
Settled dust fell silently, covering the ground.
This Great Library, containing the entire civilization’s legacy of a race, hasn’t been opened for hundreds of years.
Apparently, even with permission to open it, in the eyes of the current Elf Council, the knowledge within this library holds no value.
And many years ago, the doors of this Great Library were opened all night long.
The Elders replaced the ornate Council chambers with the library, discussing ways to resolve pollution, bring back the light, and the future of the Elf Clan.
Hathaway was silent for a long time.
Countless thoughts, finally transformed into a soft sigh.
Forget it—
She came to the Royal Court Great Library this time to find a way to locate coordinates in the Dimensional Void within the inherited knowledge of her predecessors.
Of course, without a locating method, her plans wouldn’t change at all.
It’s just that the risk would be higher.
Her form disappeared within the Tower, entering the already prepared ritual site.
Beside her were numerous thick tomes filled with experimental data.
And complex Sacred Relics, Ritual Materials, and auxiliary tools... all prepared perfectly.
Behind each material’s information, there’s the numerous attempts, hundreds, thousands of times, by an Elf Elder.
Attempt after attempt, each experimental failure, mistakenly opening a Void Rift without protective measures, would mean an advanced Elf losing control and going mad, or directly being cut and devoured by spatial fissures.
Countless failures pushed the research to its current stage.
Yet, the descendants of those pioneers denied their ancestors’ efforts with their own words.
...
Without much thought.
Hathaway just methodically carried out all the preparatory steps with the experience gained by countless blood and life.
Then, in an instant.
Surrounded by Extraordinary materials.
At the center of the ritual altar, a pitch-black fissure quietly opened.
It’s not a fleeting, highly unstable spatial turbulence that could cut and devour anyone nearby at any moment.
But it’s approaching a stable form, large enough for one person to pass through.
Of course, entering the Dimensional Void without a locating method means possibly getting lost forever, unable to return.
But at this moment, Hathaway no longer has any possibility of turning back.
She took a step forward, her form disappearing into the spreading fissure.