Elf Sylph rembered very clearly everything after escaping from the Netherworld, including the triple deaths.
These mories are not conjured up.
Where did Sif co from, does it really have a connection with the elf in front?
Just as Roland was lost in thought, a gust of wind blew and lifted Elf Sylph’s skirt.
Roland quickly turned his head, avoiding seeing things he shouldn’t.
Thinking of how Elf Sylph would always tuck her accidentally exposed jade feet back into her skirt, he quickly reached out to press down the skirt, protecting her most delicate private area.
However, the mont the skirt was pressed down, Roland’s movent ca to an abrupt halt.
He saw sothing he shouldn’t have.
The smooth, jade-like legs were severed at the ankles, and those carefully protected jade feet were long gone.
Roland’s hand trembled, his face contorted.
Who did this?!
Although Elf Sylph had been dead for many years, what remained was rely a consciousness, he still preferred to treat her as a living person rather than just a consciousness.
The mont when Elf Sylph helped him beco dual Profession, exchanging stories with him, scene after scene appeared, as if it were yesterday.
Yet she quietly departed.
Roland pounced forward, his hands passing through the skirt, as if passing through air.
Elf Sylph’s body gradually beca transparent, void, disappearing into the air.
Roland stared blankly at the empty Flower Sea, wanting to shout in anger but unable to make a sound, wanting to cry in sorrow but unable to shed tears.
In this dream, he was no longer corporeal but turned into void.
Sadness rose from his heart, yet he could grasp nothing, not even able to exit this nightmare-like place.
His vision went black, and he fainted in the dream.
...
While Roland was experiencing a purgatory-like nightmare, the Sif watching beside him inexplicably felt a bit sleepy.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Sure enough, her composure and calm were all a façade, she was just as anxious as Roland.
The stronger she beca, the more she could feel Sofia’s suffocating pressure.
She wasn’t afraid of Sofia, even had an inexplicable mysterious confidence, but since Sofia’s debut, she had never been defeated, not even faced worthy resistance.
No matter how famous the strong are, in front of Sofia, they would all be crushed like clowns.
Can she achieve such a display of crushing power at the sa level?
Sif fell silent.
Although comparing power in the void is aningless, there is a sense among the strong.
Just like a leopard seeing a tiger in the wild, even if they are both terrifying predators in the eyes of cattle and sheep, the leopard knows it’s not a match for the tiger.
No reason, it’s as if it’s engraved in the bones.
Sif overca the fear in her heart, built confidence no matter what it’s based on, yet deep in her soul, inexplicable fear remained etched.
Forget it, don’t worry about unsolvable problems.
Who said this again? Oh, it was Roland.
Looking at Roland’s handso side profile, the traces of frost in Sif’s heart vanished instantly.
Recently, everyone had been so busy, who knows how long it had been since she quietly cuddled with Roland for a little rest.
She locked the door, took off her coat and long skirt, and snuggled into Roland’s arms.
With a cute curl on her lips, she soon fell into Dreamland.
...
In her dream, Sif opened her eyes in surprise, looking at the picturesque and stunning scenery, montarily unsure if it was a dream or reality.
If it was reality, why was it so beautiful as if in a dream?
If a dream, why did it feel so tangibly real?
In a dense grassland, there was a tree towering into the clouds, with a red flower sea beneath it.
This was the Elf Flower Sea, the legendary Elf Flower Sea!
Sif was sowhat excited.
Although she was human, after choosing Elf Princess as her Path of Transcendence, she was no longer purely human.
She could even be said to be a new-age elf.
A new-age elf with both human creativity and the extraordinary abilities of an elf.
In her heart, she held a special feeling for the Elf Race.
This was also why she chose the Peak of White Mountain as the battle destination.
The Peak of White Mountain was a vast snowy mountain; the Empress Sofia, who commanded Frosty Winter, would certainly not refuse such a duel location that favored her environnt.
But she was already prepared, the White Mountain could transform into the Elf Flower Sea at any mont.
The earth marked by her bleeding feet, all would beco Flower Sea.
When Sofia confidently summoned a blizzard, only to find the mountains of ice and snow turning into flourishing flowers, her expression would surely be extraordinary.
Yet her Flower Sea wasn’t perfect; it always felt like sothing was missing.
It would be good to see the real Flower Sea, even if just in a dream.
Sif quickened her steps, approaching the Ginkgo Tree in the center of the Flower Sea.
The core of the Flower Sea is the Ginkgo Tree, which is also an elf.
She was the Elf Empress; here there was a Flower Sea and a Ginkgo Tree; if all went well, she might command this Flower Sea.
Though this Flower Sea was within a dream, she couldn’t think of its use temporarily, but she always felt it wasn’t in vain.
Walking in the scarlet Flower Sea, a sharp pain ca from beneath her feet.
Sif looked down and saw that thorns suddenly appeared where she stood.
Are you trying to stop ?
Sif let out a light hum and quickened her pace.
Indeed, it’s an ownerless Flower Sea, hence such weak instinctual attacks.
Though each step forward sent piercing pain from beneath her feet, she had endured a more painful journey to open the Flower Sea, this pain was rely a slight drizzle.
The closer she got to the Ginkgo Tree, the more frantically the thorny attacks ca.
Sif’s feet were a bloody ss, yet she never stopped moving forward.
She saw clearly every detail of the Ginkgo Tree, its giant canopy, dense branches and leaves, golden leaves gently falling.
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