But for the Golden Elf.
The Lost Island, which appeared like a cage cloaked by the Eternal Night to Shiayar—
was her entire world, her entire universe.
The Golden Elf who lost the Lost Island also lost her place to find shelter and footing.
Only by drifting within the crevices between the planes could she briefly recall the bits and pieces within "Shaya’s Little Flying House," feeling a touch of warmth called "ho."
There is no concept of ti within the Astral Realm and the Void.
And that small hourglass, no one knows how many tis it has been flipped.
In the silent virtual library, the Golden Elf slowly opened her eyes again.
Around her, countless ancient tos simultaneously opened and hovered in mid-air.
All mysteries completely vanished, reverting to ordinary books.
And this scene ant that—
all forbidden knowledge and all original arcane texts in this library had been fully understood and morized by Hathaway.
This was an achievent even Shiayar hadn’t foreseen.
Even he himself rely instructed Jayee to copy databases from the Black Tower, White Tower, and the libraries of the Fresta Empire, querying them when needed.
The knowledge he truly mastered didn’t even reach one-tenth of it.
"It really is... a long process."
In the silent library, the Golden Elf with long flowing hair surveyed everything around her.
Her visage hadn’t changed—
just that in her pale golden beautiful eyes, the traces of innocence and naivety belonging to a maiden had completely faded—
replaced by an unfathomable stillness akin to a tranquil pool.
"I finally found it, Teacher Shaar."
"A way to co to your side, and beco a help to you."
It wasn’t until she spoke the na Shaar.
In the pale golden beautiful eyes of the Golden Elf, as still as dead wood, did they co alive once more, gaining vitality.
"Silverfire."
"Or according to Teacher Shaar’s words... ’Secret Fire of the Magic Goddess,’ isn’t it?"
She uttered a silent soliloquy.
Within the hidden records of the Great Library, besides the Sacred Spear, the Secret Fire is the only forbidden matter that can directly interfere with the world’s barriers.
However, even ancient texts are vague about it.
Wandering in the deepest reaches of the Astral Realm, never attained by anyone.
Even its existence is only confird through rule fragnt simulations, uncertain.
Fabled Creatures once ventured into the depths of the Astral Realm, pursuing the trace of that Silverfire, but ultimately vanished without a trace.
Yet, to Hathaway—
from the very beginning, she had made her choice.
Hathaway stepped forward.
Accompanied by starlight ripples, the elegant silhouette of the Golden Elf silently disappeared into the virtual Black Tower.
Relying on the knowledge left within the Black Tower, she had already surpassed the barriers of Demigod.
Of course, per the description of Shiayar’s information, having not used Divinity nor taken the path to godhood, she should not be called a Demigod, but rather sothing known as "Throne."
Yet, rely this alone—
was far from enough.
"Using five hundred years wandering in the Astral Realm to reach that true ’Space Domain.’"
"To grasp, that power comparable to a thousand steeds."
Her figure disappeared in the depths of the Astral Realm, only the unfinished words echoing in the empty Black Tower.
"By then, Teacher Shaar."
"You will no longer fight alone."
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