[Elderly’s soul]
[Elderly’s soul, one of several malford souls containing power]
[Upon use, a great soul can be obtained, and its power can also be extracted through refinent]
[At the mont the fla was dimming, he foresaw the advent of the Deep Sea Era, and understanding that it would be a period of dim hardship, began consuming gods to endure the darkness]
The large cluster of soul cradled in Elsa’s hands suddenly split into nurous small parts, each flying towards the remaining adventurers.
Yet those who hadn’t yet regained their senses couldn’t savor the information within.
With the death of Elderly, nurous adventurers who had "vanished" in battle earlier were vomited out, although their bodies were gnawed out of shape, they unexpectedly retained their lives and were lucky enough to be granted souls.
Gwendolin and Smough’s figures had disappeared as well, yet the bright sunlight still existed, and the resplendent hall was no illusion.
Dark mud, rotten flesh, icy moonlight, decaying dust, all seed as if they had never appeared.
Ceder was completely drained of energy, leaning against the wall. His eyes widened as he glanced at the scenery outside the window, then he smiled, murmured in wonder:
"Is this the revival of a past era of prosperity?"
The people were still imrsed in the aftermath of battle and the illustrious sunlight, but soone had already dashed towards Elsa.
"Are you alright, how are you feeling?" Luluwo looked at the dazed Elsa, not daring to touch her, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
At this mont, Elsa remained in a half-kneeling posture with her greatsword, holding Elderly’s soul in one hand, her eyes vacant, reflecting no one’s image.
Hell’s March no longer emitted red light, for so reason, it presented a satiated and leisurely vibe, as if ready to sleep.
"What exactly did this strange armor do!"
She fiddled with Hell’s March, trying to remove it from Elsa’s body.
During the battle, she feared the little girl might burn herself completely clean, she had never seen such a massive blaze.
Most importantly, the flas Elsa unleashed this ti failed to scorch others; they even actively sealed their wounds. What on earth was this, had her ability leveled up again?
"Wait, don’t move her yet."
Matilda approached, gazed at Elsa with a complex expression, sighed, and said, "This is due to ntal exhaustion from overusing Hell’s March, a few days of rest should suffice."
As she spoke, she extended her hand towards the armor.
But the armor didn’t move.
"Tch."
Only after displaying an angry expression did Hell’s March lazily slither back onto her body.
Deprived of the armor’s support, Elsa’s body weakened and she collapsed, fortunately, Luluwo caught her in ti.
Only after the flas had extinguished could one observe how much damage she suffered in the previous battle, just touching her lightly made Luluwo make a dire expression.
Whether to praise the Ember King’s astounding strength or bla Elsa’s reckless combat approach all amounted to the urgent need for a doctor!
"Don’t worry, I’ve recovered enough."
Ceder ca over, green Healing Magic flowed from his hands, tending to the Hero.
The effects of the Silence Ban had already vanished after Elderly died.
"This victory is thanks to her," while Ceder’s other hand remained busy healing others, "Young ones nowadays are impressively strong, I’m getting old."
People around were unsure whether to agree, in everyone’s eyes, Ceder was already a remarkable figure.
However, the strength Elsa displayed left them speechless in astonishnt, leading them to wonder if Elsa could have defeated Elderly solo without their help.
But seeing her currently wounded state, it’s difficult to make a definitive judgent, one might lean towards an even match or slightly one-sided.
No matter how, ultimately, everyone just needed to ascertain one thing—
"We won!"
Soon after, all the injured were treated, at least recovering their ability to walk.
The atmosphere now was undeniably joyous, few things can match the exhilaration of defeating a formidable enemy.
Luluwo carried the soundly asleep Elsa on her back, embodying a mother nurturing her child.
"I’m so exhausted, I want to go back," soone said, "let’s find a bonfire quickly."
Fingerley shook his head: "You all go ahead back, I’ve got so matters to attend to."
At this ti, Ceder suddenly spoke:
"Don’t rush back, take a look outside, the scenery might make you linger."
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His words aroused curiosity, though they had seen the castle’s interior, what else could there be worth lingering?
Could it be... the entire castle transford like this hall?
People exited the hall, all their eyes widened.
They felt as if they had found the cleanliest place in the entire Sain Dungeon.
What appeared before them was the grandeur of Yanor Londo.
No longer the dusk ti from the Painting World, nor the prior lone cold moon.
After defeating Elderly, Yanor Londo glead in brilliant sunlight!
Warm sunlight stread through the vast latticed windows, falling upon them, the castle’s interior no longer resembling its previous decay, it was full of vitality.
The Sun seed an austere and benevolent father, equally shedding light on everyone, transmitting its supre warmth.
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