Eldrin's eyes widened in shock. It couldn't be right? How could mana storms show up here at the endpoint?
Shit! He imdiately beca alert so as to not get caught up in one again. He did not want to have reached the endpoint only to be teleported to the beginning all over.
But the next mont, Eldrin realized that he had made the wrong assumption. This mana storm was clearly different.
Instead of acting like a typhoon and removing everything from sight, blasting its way through the landscape, this mana storm was more stationary.
Moreover, if one looked at it closely, then one could see sothing inside of this storm. Eldrin's eyes further widened in shock as this unusual mana storm finally started clearing up.
And from within a figure erged.
"Prince Galanar!" Imdiately one of the elven factions shouted in alarm.
From within the mana storm, the elf erged unscathed and glowing. He looked startled a bit but he quickly regained his composure as a look of understanding crossed his face.
But the show was not over.
That was not the only pillar that lit up. Almost imdiately a few other pillars lit up.
A total of eight pillars lit up in succession for everyone to see.
And just like the first one, from each of the mana pillars, elves erged one after the other.
A few did not understand what was going on. But every major figure including Eldrin instantly figured out the situation. The elves erging out of these mana pillars were no ordinary elves. They were the heaven chosens!
The revelation of the elves erging from the mana pillars sent a ripple of excitent and awe through the gathered armies.
These were the elves with royal bloodlines who excelled in their respective empires, the elite of the elite, each possessing skills and powers far beyond the average warrior.
Their ergence signaled a turning point in the battle for the guardian's blessing.
Eldrin's heart raced as he assessed the situation.
The presence of these chosen ones drastically altered the dynamics of the battlefield. Each one of them was a powerhouse in their own right, capable of changing the course of the conflict with their unique abilities.
Prince Galanar, having erged from the first pillar, stood tall and regal, his aura radiating power and confidence. He was the dark elf's chosen one, handpicked by the guardian. His eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the chaos and the various factions vying for control.
Not too far from him was Prince Jian of the Verdant Empire erging from another pillar. His presence was like a force of nature, his aura suffused with the life force of the forest. He stood with a serene deanor, yet his eyes betrayed a sharpness, a readiness for the battle that lay ahead.
Then there was the ugly mug that Eldrin imdiately recognized, Prince Thorazin of Stormshroud Empire. The guy was disgustingly talented. Why the hell was he here instead of being stuck back in the mystic realm?
Eldrin gritted his teeth. This was bad.
As each chosen one took their place on the battlefield, the atmosphere beca electric with anticipation. There was a mont of silence as everyone's attention was drawn to these elves.
These were not re participants in the guardian's trial. They were embodints of their respective empires' hopes and dreams, each vying for the ultimate prize, especially because the big shots were currently sitting out the fight.
Eldrin quickly gathered his thoughts. "We need to be careful," he whispered to Elira and Lunaria. "These chosen ones are not to be underestimated. Each of them will have their own agenda, and their powers are formidable."
Before he finished talking, Prince Thorazin acted first as bolts of lightning crackled around him, his eyes scanning the battlefield with a predator's focus.
With a swift motion, he unleashed a storm of unruly bolts, targeting a nearby group of elves, the ones standing between him and the guardian.
The air buzzed with electricity, the scent of charred flesh filling the air. The battlefield montarily lit up with the bright flashes of his attack, causing several combatants to montarily stagger under the assault.
Not long after the next attack followed, releasing several tornadoes that crackled with raw power. The body count imdiately skyrocketed. The blood bath had already begun!
Eldrin quickly moved out of the way. He did not plan on becoming part of this massacre. This was just the starting. The blessing ritual every year was pretty much a shit show of carnage and viscera.
Just as he moved, another big shot unleashed his attacks. This ti it was the wind elf chosen Kohim.
The elf moved like a blur across the battlefield, his wind blades slicing through the ranks with lethal precision. The sound of his attacks was like a howling storm, relentless and unforgiving.
And unlike Thorazin, he did not show any interest in committing mass murder. He directly raced towards the guardian's trunk as fast as he could, only culling down those who stood in the path.
The other chosens also did not stand still. Everyone started making their own moves. Each and every single one of them seed extrely confident as they unleashed their attacks without holding back, each attack seeped rich with the power of Dao.
Bodies continued to pile up one after the other. The armies could no longer handle the pressure given by the chosen ones. But this also did not continue for long. Soon, the eight arrived at the forefront of the battlefield, all eyeing each other.
They were clearly each other's biggest competition. So there was no point wasting their ti in crushing weaklings. The eight all sprang into action at the sa ti.
And just like Eldrin predicted, at the last minute, three of them tead up on one side, two tead up on the other, leaving the remaining three all alone. Despite this situation, none of them looked nervous as if they had already expected sothing like this.
Mana swirled in the air, ready for the final battle to ensue when suddenly another two pillars of mana erged out of nowhere.
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