As a surge of mories flooded in, Eve felt her vision shift, and the entire world suddenly changed.
The players were gone.
The constantly collapsing city buildings were gone.
Even the half-plane residents, who had been battling with the players and were turning into monsters, were gone.
Even the sounds of fighting and shouting on the battlefield seed to sink into water, growing quieter and quietly disappearing...
In Eve’s eyes, the world suddenly spread out like a drop of ink in water.
And when She looked around again, She found herself in a strange space.
This space gave off a sense of ancient ruin, an extrely unrealistic and illusory feeling.
And what t Eve’s gaze was a long, narrow passageway.
This passage was full of cracks, clearly already collapsed, yet so force twisted it together, achieving a delicate balance, allowing it to continue to exist.
But now, this delicate balance seed to have been broken.
The entire fragnted passageway had begun to disintegrate, continuously crumbling...
Within the collapsing passageway, illusory doors appeared at regular intervals.
Eve slightly shifted Her gaze, looking toward the nearest door to Her.
The door was ajar, and Eve could clearly see the other side.
Unlike the gradually crumbling passage.
It seed to be another independent world.
The sky was high and cloudy, and green trees shaded the area.
And a delicate and adorable Half-Elf boy ran happily across the adow under the trees.
He had beautiful silver hair and a pair of lovely purple-red eyes.
At the mont She saw him, Eve suddenly had a realization:
*He was the Half-Elf Oros!*
*In his childhood!*
The Half-Elf boy was incredibly cute.
He laughed with innocent delight, like a joyful little angel.
He mingled seamlessly with other Elf and Half-Elf children, playing happily in the forest.
Through a corner of the forest, Eve could vaguely see the majestic and prosperous Elf City in the distance...
Gazing at the cityscape that seed sowhat familiar and feeling the peculiar energy fluctuations, Eve felt a stir in Her heart:
"This seems to be... Feilengcui?"
"Could this be Oros’s spiritual world?"
*Though it was a rhetorical self-questioning, when Eve had this thought, She was ninety-nine percent certain.*
Every creature with a soul possesses their own spiritual world.
It is the sea of the soul that holds the mories of a creature’s life.
And when one being devours the mory of another, there is a certain chance of entering the other’s spiritual world.
This is a very wondrous state.
Through entering another’s spiritual world, one being can quickly assimilate the other’s mories, consu their soul, and rapidly explore their entire life.
And without a doubt, Eve was now very likely inside Oros’s spiritual world!
*At the mont She recognized her identity, Oros completely gave up resisting.*
She directly opened her own spiritual world, embracing Eve’s power, offering everything of herself without reservation to Eve...
And after understanding everything, Eve naturally also knew what this passage and the doors on the passage symbolized.
The forr represented Oros’s spiritual world.
The latter, these were the unforgettable fragnts of mory he experienced throughout his life!
*By browsing these mory fragnts, Eve could quickly learn about the life of the Half-Elf Oros.*
Of course, as an outsider, She could leave this spiritual world at any ti.
Just a thought in Her mind was enough.
However, Eve did not intend to do so.
This spiritual world was collapsing.
The ti in this space was running out.
If Eve left, She feared She might never have another chance to return.
And the collapse of a spiritual world ant only one thing—
The owner of the spiritual world had fallen.
No...
*Not already fallen.*
*But She had long since fallen.*
Judging from the internal state, this passage symbolizing Oros’s spiritual world had long since disintegrated.
Even the surrounding space was full of cracks.
It felt as though this space had already shattered once, and now was rely held together by countless forced fragnts...
Indeed, it was forcefully "stuck" together.
It seed to be held together by so powerful obsession, which forcefully gathered the collapsing spiritual world, keeping it intact...
*Upon realizing this, Eve’s expression slightly froze.*
This ant that the one fighting the players, and fighting Her, was not the living Elf Demigod Oros, but the obsession left behind after his fall!
*When Eve realized this, the sense of achievent from defeating the enemy and reaching the goal instantly vanished into thin air.*
*Because She suddenly felt that She might have misunderstood sothing...*
Eve suddenly looked up and glanced at the remaining doors.
Her expression suddenly beca sowhat complicated.
Taking a deep breath, She stepped forward, moving deeper into the passage...
The passage continued to crumble.
However, Eve was no longer focusing on it.
Her attention had shifted to the doors on the sides of the passage.
*Eve couldn’t stop this world from collapsing.*
*The only thing She could do was to browse through each of those mory fragnts within this world.*
And as She walked, the mories of the Half-Elf Oros gradually unfolded before Eve’s eyes...
It was the journey of an Elf Demigod’s growth.
He loved nature, loved life.
He was a devoted believer of nature...
His dream was to beco a Natural Priest favored by the Mother Goddess, a true Divine Favored.
From youthful recklessness to mature stability.
From weak as an ant to growing into a formidable figure.
Through a thousand years, he worked as a rcenary, beca a bounty hunter, a traveling rchant, and also a minstrel...
His footprints spread across the entire Segis World, knowing countless races and making innurable friends.
He witnessed cruel wars, and also tis of peace.
He saw the rise of humans, and the decline of Elf Cities.
He was born at the peak of Elf Civilization...
In that era, the steps of the Elves and Half-Elves reached every corner of the world, respected by all wise races wherever they went.
Yet, he experienced the thousand years of transition where Elf Civilization shifted from prosperity to decline.
Although the Elf Clan was still the most powerful civilization, and the Elves were still the most supre race, and other races still showed reverence toward the Elf Clan...
The rise of humans and sub-humanoids quietly changed everything...
He witnessed the ergence of one human powerhouse after another.
He heard of one divine believer after another rising up.
He saw one Elf and Half-Elf settlent after another being replaced by human forces.
He saw new kingdoms continually being born across the continent.
At that mont, he felt the ambition and desire of other races rising...
He felt the undercurrents surging across the continent...
However, the Elves failed to notice it.
They still cheered for the glory of their civilization, still sang praises of their great kingdom.
Though they loved peace, were kind and gentle, they also bore an arrogance engraved in their very bones...
This arrogance had gradually turned into hubris.
And hubris could destroy everything.
At that mont, Oros finally understood.
The Elf Clan was already old.
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