"Change? I don't understand what you an," Zilvra was sowhat puzzled. "Here, I haven't lost interest yet, so there's no need for any change." She thought of the countless power struggles and rankings within the Dark Elf Family over the centuries, where bloody assassinations never ceased, and said, "Change is often painful."
"I understand." Lynch stood up, and the design of the Scattering Fire Bomb burned fiercely in his hand, disappearing without a trace in a mont. "Thank you for your advice."
Zilvra walked to Lynch's side, her fingers gently stroking the mage's forehead. There, due to long-term worries, the frown was always tight, and now wrinkles had ford. "What are you still concerned about? I used to think that after becoming soone as powerful as you, there would be no more worries and sorrows, and you should be unrestrained."
Lynch smiled, took Zilvra's hand, placed it gently next to his lips, and kissed it softly. "If there were nothing to worry about, then I could only have two endings. One is to beco a madman, using magic to flatten everything; the other is to beco a walking corpse, spending endless ti hiding in an underground pit. And in both cases, I would lose your presence by my side."
"Hmph. I find that after you returned from Bator Hell, you always find sothing nice to say," Zilvra pouted. "You now resemble the crafty Gray Dwarves of the Underdark, able to boast rubbish as if it were a galaxy of stars. Did you learn this from the Desire Demons?"
"Yes," Lynch replied. "In Bator Hell, I had to learn such skills, otherwise I would've died amidst the scheming and deception long ago."
"But I don't like it," Zilvra said. "Your words now always give an unreal feeling, as if there's a thin film separating us. Do you think that now you've beco a Great Mage, you don't need to tell everything anymore? I'd rather return to Rattrius and relive those tis when we fought together against Matron Batana. Only then did I feel you were always by my side."
Lynch listened to Zilvra's words, taking them all in without missing a word. He recalled their adventures together at the temple, facing the terrifying Witch Demon, and the conspiracies from the entire Dark Elf World. Finally, he nodded and gently said, "Yes, I was negligent..."
"Then tell what you're worried about," Zilvra said. "Although I can't, like you, use a storm of lightning to annihilate enemies or infiltrate their minds with nightmares, I don't want to be just a follower by your side. As a Drow Assassin, I have plenty of skills."
"You can't possibly be locked indoors, can you?" Lynch laughed. "Alright then, I'll tell you everything that's happening now."
The mage laid out everything, revealing to Zilvra the news of him being wanted by both the Knights and the Mage Association, sharing it for the first ti with soone from the tower. Added to that, the Dark Elves have already collaborated with the Mage Association — also a first for Zilvra to hear — Lynch now faced pursuit from at least three powerful factions.
But apart from these three groups, the most urgent threat ca from the Great Serpent. Lynch had completely crushed his army at the Five Realms Fortress, without leaving even a piece of snake skin behind. Sooner or later, this would reach the Serpent's ears. That figure, possessing at least the power of a Demigod, would not possibly let such a botherso enemy go. "He might first try to recruit , surely aware of the Knights and Mage Association's wanted notices, thinking of it as an opportunity. With soone like as an ally, he wouldn't even need an army to conquer the entire Anriel World." Lynch gave a bitter laugh. "Unexpectedly, the wanted notices have beco my amulet. At least it can prevent a Demigod from declaring war without forewarning. Until he fails to recruit , the Serpent shouldn't use so lowly ans to coerce ."
"A Demigod!" Zilvra exclaid softly. "Is that your enemy? The actual reason for your troubles?"
"Or perhaps even involving True Gods," Lynch said, changing to a more comfortable position in his chair, and speaking to Zilvra in his arms. "Macken the Knight has already been possessed by the Light God Pate, and I don't know if there are other gods involved. Or shortly, even giant dragons might partake in this struggle. The future cannot be peaceful."
Zilvra remained silent, for the first ti realizing what truly lay on the road ahead of them. If the Drow's Matriarch was rely a stumbling stone, those True Gods were insurmountable cliffs.
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