"But rather."
"With you together."
Those days spent learning Magic with Shiayar in the Little Flying House, during breaks, fantasizing about mastering Magic, walking under the sun with joy and anticipation.
It was because being by his side gave it aning.
But now, that lazy-looking boy, always with a little white ferret on his shoulder, who enjoyed patting her head, was not by her side.
The beautiful world of the Western Continent, the bright sunshine devoid of pollution and madness—
To Hathaway, it held no allure.
A hint of loss flashed in the eyes of the Golden Elf.
But soon, the slight lancholy in those crimson gold eyes cald down.
She indeed had not seen him for a very long ti.
She wasn’t even sure if the young man beneath the Abyss was dead or alive.
However, just as the promise she made with that young man at their farewell.
The next ti they et again.
She must do so with a smile.
And as part of the contract, that young man promised to awaken from the Abyss unscathed.
Then—
To appear before her again, to respond to the feelings left unsaid in the past.
Not as a teacher and student, nor as a Golden Elf and human... but a deeper emotion.
That promise during the farewell was the sole motivation for Hathaway to keep moving forward after leaving the Lost Island.
It supported her through those dim, 500 wandering years in the Astral Realm.
It also enabled her to achieve what countless Demigods sought but failed, to house the "Secret Fire of the Magic Goddess," or "Silverfire," in her left eye.
"A brief separation is for a better reunion in the future."
Even knowing those words were only for comfort at their parting.
Hathaway firmly believed it in her heart.
Her crimson gold eyes moved slightly, waking from the trance of mories.
Then, she slowly surveyed her surroundings.
On this blood-colored hill, lingered a certain familiar notion in Hathaway’s mind.
Although Life had already perished, that intent passed through ages, turning into a rule fragnt akin to a curse, lingering over the Ruins of the Giant King’s Court, unwilling to disperse.
The Golden Elf’s mind teetered slightly.
The next mont, her previously closed left eye quietly opened.
A wisp of ghostly blue fla danced gently in her crimson gold eyes.
Soon after, a vast mystery enveloped the surrounding hills.
In this land, the imprint of ti, like tree rings, quietly erged.
A phantom river of ti was silently severed, mirrored in Hathaway’s eyes.
Neither the illusory wheel of ti nor the Silverfire in Hathaway’s eyes lingered for more than a flash.
Yet, all the imprints and information of the whole tiline of the Ruins of the Giant King’s Court since the great cataclysm were mirrored in Hathaway’s eyes in that instant.
Then, she comprehended and mastered all the details and information this land had experienced over the past thousand years.
"A Watcher?"
"Such a fitting na."
A flicker of emotion crossed Hathaway’s indifferent eyes.
"To outsiders, though the Royal Court is long destroyed, still wandering this place, forsaking one’s future, forsaking the possibility of advancing further..."
"Such actions could only be described as madness or incomprehensible."
"However, I can understand this feeling."
Hathaway recalled a story Shiayar once told her long ago in that drifting Star Realm Cottage.
A story said to be from Shiayar’s holand.
A fox spirit nad Tu Shan fell in love with a human nad Yu, eting and marrying happily.
But one day, floods ravaged the land, and Yu, the leader of the human tribes, took up the responsibility of flood control, leaving his newlywed wife behind, throwing himself into the battle to control the waters alone.
For the sake of flood control, Yu passed by his ho three tis without entering; his child had already learned to read but still did not know the appearance of his father.
anwhile, the fox spirit wife awaited her beloved husband’s return, filled with longing, day after day, year after year.
Until her body weakened, her blood ran dry, and she turned into a withered stone, yet still gazing in her husband’s direction.
When Hathaway first heard this story, she was quite puzzled.
She couldn’t understand or quite grasp... what kind of attachnt compelled that fox spirit, of a different race from her husband, to hold on so desperately, leading to the bleak end as a longing stone.
But now, at this mont, Hathaway finally sowhat understood.
Thinking carefully, how different was her own behavior from this mountain giant lingering over the ruins for hundreds of years or the fox spirit in the story waiting for her husband’s return?
The Nine-Tailed Demonic Fox and humans are of different races.
And advanced Elf Tribe and humans...are also of different races.
Holding on for five hundred years, for a seemingly epheral and insignificant promise, she persists to this day.
Clearly, after leaving the Lost Island, and being freed from the curse of the Elven Bloodline, she as an advanced Elf possesses nearly limitless potential.
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