The darkness has been dispelled.
The first ray of light was like a blade slicing through the sky, blinding white beams burst from the glaring gap, deepening the surrounding darkness before more light surged from behind the cloud wall, as if a giant cocoon of light was gestating behind it. Under this illumination, the sky began to turn pale purple, then faded to a layer of light blue, gray-blue, and light cascaded and reflected across the entire sky. Soon, the trees near the Green Tower gradually erged from the darkness, white mountain mist enveloped the forest, transforming the scene into a morning landscape.
Like a black curtain being pulled away from the undulating mountains, revealing the green forest beneath, a green carpet covered with golden glow, and the first rays of dawn gently fell upon the forefront of the battlefield near the Rose Wall, washing away the darkness that shrouded the warriors who lay in eternal rest here — the battlefield lay silent, countless Black Wolf corpses piled together, and the cold bodies of the towering ancient tree guardians stood forever as statues under this morning light.
The flowing dawn continued forward, crossing over the already silent positions. The first gleam fell upon the tree trunks of the ancient trees at the Green Tower, the shadow of light slowly climbing the trunks layer by layer, revealing the truth of each battlefield from the darkness. The heroic Elves defended every corner they could use in their lifeti, but ultimately perished from exhaustion. The battle's ferocity exceeded the limits of both sides, even Monsters now simply killed their enemies and tossed them aside, pressing forward.
Yet at the threshold of the Elf Hall, they were still halted; in the retreat of shadows, the first battlefield still engaged in combat erged in the light — behind layers of Monster corpses, the defensive line of Centaurs and Elves swayed amidst the storm yet miraculously held firm. Nearly everyone joined the battle, beams of Spells crisscrossed the battlefield, at the very rear stood two Great Mages of the Silver Alliance, serving as the most solid foundation of this defensive line.
The Erune from the Southern Army, Nodas at this mont couldn't help but blink, his movents seed frozen as he raised his head and gaped open-mouthed at the golden light rising behind the tide-like Black Wolf. Holding his Longsword, he stood beside a row of tall Centaur Warriors, hardly believing that his fatigued eyes perceived everything as real, the gentle light seed like tide waves rushing towards him.
Dawn —
The day has broken.
Everyone paused, not because the battle had ended, but because flas suddenly erupted beneath the steel-like fur of the Black Wolf, countless terrifying monsters on the battlefield wailed in an instant, one after another, burning under this dawn. For a mont, a sea of Fire ford on the plaza.
The white light pierced the bodies of the Monsters like a sharp Sword, burning them until they turned to ash. Witnessing such spectacular scenery, even the bravest could not help but feel a sense of post-survival relief; the dreadful assault unraveled in an instant, vanished like smoke and dust, what an awe-inspiring power indeed, but there was one indisputable thought in everyone's heart.
"It seems he succeeded, just as I predicted." William turned back, smiling at the companion beside him.
"Hehe, a remarkable youngster erged among our Erune." Turaman likewise responded with a smile.
"My old friend Eck established this hope-promising nation in the darkness. I understand his belief, but this belief has been misinterpreted by his descendants for too long. Who knows if he could see everything happening today? Perhaps finally soone can raise the flag that has fallen so long ago." William sighed.
"Indeed, such a pity, as the Silver People, unable to partake in the revival of our holand, what a regret." Turaman replied.
"But at least not watching it completely fall, isn't it?" William's silver eyes shimred with wise light, smiling as he quoted an ancient proverb: "Mortals pave new eras, the past era, let it pass."
While the two Wizards from the Silver Alliance exchanged their views, on the other side, after a brief ecstasy, the Druids and Elves fell into sorrow. Those who stood here survived, but many more have left forever, each having lost at least one or more loved ones. Even the Wood Elves, whose Life is long and emotions not outwardly expressed, couldn't help but cry softly.
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