Chapter 46: The Elf Situation
[: 3rd POV :]
Throughout the four long years Daniel had spent buried within the Forbidden Continent—hunting, surviving, and killing an endless tide of monsters, he remained unaware of the storm unravelling beyond its sealed borders.
To him, the world outside had been a distant mory—a place he longed to return to, a hope that kept him moving through blood and shadow.
But the world did not wait.
And the world did not stay the sa.
Unseen by Daniel, the continents beyond had begun to shake.
There were too many things happening all at once, and it was deeply involved with the ones that Daniel holds dear.
And now... to understand the weight of what Daniel was returning to, the truth must be seen not in the present, but in the past.
We must go back.
Four years back—where it all began.
[: Caelira POV - 4 Years Ago :]
After I had t with my daughter, she brought
to a Palace.
It was a palace rooted in the World Tree, a sanctuary that had once been my ho.
Now, it felt like an empty, silent place, mourning, burdened by mories etched into every polished marble and enchanted vine.
Elven banners swayed gently in the evening breeze, and I found myself staring at them not with pride... but with an ache so deep I thought it would unravel .
My footsteps echoed in the Hall of Dawn as I entered, Aeriwen at my side, her hand tightly clutching mine.
I could feel her magic still trembling beneath her skin—wild, volatile, screaming for justice.
Her eyes, once soft with wonder, now burned like raging fire.
The mont the palace doors shut behind us, she could no longer contain it.
"Tell , Mother," Aeriwen demanded, voice taut with emotion.
"Tell
how this happened to you. Who...who did this to you?"
I turned to her slowly.
Her fists were clenched.
Her jaw trembled.
But most painful of all, her eyes were wet with fury and helplessness.
I hesitated.
Because I didn’t want her to know.
Because I had buried that truth so deeply, even speaking it felt like tearing open a wound that had never healed.
But she deserved to know.
She was no longer a child.
She was Queen now.
I exhaled slowly and sat upon the Moonstone Seat—where once I had ruled over the elven realms in wisdom and strength.
My voice ca soft, but steady.
"I was betrayed, Aeriwen... not by an enemy... but by the man I once called husband."
Her breath hitched.
"Huh...?" she whispered, barely audible. "Father...?"
My jaw clenched, and I nodded.
"Yes. It was him. The man who swore to protect our people, who swore to love "
"He joined hands with the Zero Organisation—traded our legacy, our people, , for their forbidden knowledge."
Aeriwen staggered back like she had been slapped.
I could see her trying to make sense of it.
I could feel her soul twisting.
The Father she had once adored.
Now a traitor.
Now, the reason I had beco nothing more than a chained body.
"I never saw it coming," I continued bitterly.
"The day they ca for , I was in the Inner Grove. I felt a presence I knew well—his presence. I turned to greet him... and saw the cursed relic in his hands."
My voice broke.
I swallowed it back.
"A cursed relic from the Forgotten Land. He used it to seal my powers—not just suppress, but seal them in my very bones"
"I couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. I was weaker than a human child in that mont."
Aeriwen’s hands were trembling.
"If he hadn’t used the relic... the slave seal wouldn’t have worked," I whispered.
"I was still Empress. My aura alone could’ve shattered a dozen kingdoms"
"But with that relic... I beca nothing. And when the chains ca... I couldn’t even scream."
"But even before my powers were sealed, I had killed your father..." I revealed.
"B-But we were told that the ZeroOrganisation had killed him..." She said.
"I know my dear...but it was I who had killed him
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