Batana stood straight, regaining her strength, and first checked the location where the Witch Demon had been. The black fire from the Abyss Hell is indeed a powerful force capable of annihilating mortal objects, leaving not even a trace of bone dust from the Witch Demon, only a dark charred mark on the ground.
The Dark Elf searched the cave and, following a revelation once given to her by the Spider Goddess, discovered a Magic Rune Stone in the most secluded corner. Matron Batana squatted down, carefully brushing away the loose soil around the rune stone, then blew away the dust with her breath, not daring to touch the stone itself. Sweat dripped continuously from her forehead, seeping quickly into the crevices of the dry cave floor.
After a while, the matron finally unearthed the entire rune stone from the ground. It was rely an egg-shaped stone as long as a middle finger and looked unremarkable, but beneath it was tightly attached a small box. Batana had learned from the goddess that once soone touched the rune stone, the box underneath would be transported elsewhere.
This was the Witch Demon’s Life Box, which ensured its connection to the Death World and enabled it to draw power, allowing the Witch Demon to infinitely resurrect. Although the matron believed that under the influence of the black fire, the skeleton from earlier would not reappear, the Spider Goddess’s oracle clearly stated that the Witch Demon’s Life Box must be destroyed, and the oracle specified its location precisely, without the slightest deviation.
Watching the black fire reduce the box to ashes, Matron Batana sprang upright as if struck by lightning. Her entire body was now filled with ecstasy. This ecstasy stemd from her spiritual connection with the goddess, from the goddess’s delight. When the Dark Elf priestess completes their task, they can experience this sensation.
This is a stimulation that transcends all sensory entertainnt, which rises from the deepest part of your heart, then spreads to every inch of skin, saturating every pore. In this mont, the priestess affected by this feeling forgets everything around them, with only the comfort brought by the goddess’s gentle murmuring in their mind, only listening intently; yet at the sa ti, they seem to be experiencing everything in the world, everything that can bring them joy. Want power? In this feeling, you are the king of the mortal world! Want to beco strong? In this feeling, you are the master of all forces! Want worldly admiration? In this feeling, everything prostrates at your feet, they kneel before you, kissing your toes while tearfully calling your na, wanting to exchange their whole life, everything they have, for your attention—even if only for a mont.
No matter how great an achievent you have made in the mortal world, in this sense of ecstasy, it all becos lost. It is above everything you have, it is not a power of the mortal world, it cos from the divine, liberating the deepest desires within your heart, making them burn, shine, and heat, ultimately devouring your soul.
You are weak and helpless but full of anticipation, you are infatuated and sinking but exceptionally clear-headed, you clearly know it is only an illusion, but you are willing to forgo everything to embrace it, to take it as eternity.
Throughout her life, Batana has countless tis completed the tasks of the Spider Goddess, many tis receiving this reward, yet she still feels passionate about this reward. Each ti tasting this sensation yields a different feeling, never repeating, never making her tired. But today’s reward ca with such intensity and persistence, it felt like the craziest indulgence before the end of the world, without end, without restraints, without pauses. Batana’s body strained outward, all her muscles tightly tensed, quivering slightly from the excessive exertion, yet she felt no discomfort, she felt as if her soul was about to burst out of her body, soon to rge into this sensory world, utterly falling.
Finally, the intense stimulation subsided, and the matron, as if exhausted from days of indulgence, collapsed. Her entire clothing was soaked as if by a downpour, long drenched by sweat. She now felt exceptionally energized, but her body was sowhat disobedient, those muscles and nerves still savoring the recent excitent, as if unwilling to return to the matron’s control. But Batana knew, she must quickly make use of this power within her body, this was the power granted to her by the Spider Goddess, a mighty power. With the help of the goddess, she had the ability to quickly restore the family’s strength, at least to revive an elite force of the Dark Elves.
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