The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 198: The Prophecy of Light and Darkness
Whether it was plan one or plan two, Yaguk Theocracy had always been just a pawn, and not a very useful one at that.
What concerned him the most, however, were the final words left behind by the "Imps."
"The five nations and three alliances will become history. The main continent’s powers will be reshuffled. Conflicts will rise again."
"The Areuseon has a partner. A millennium of brilliance begins anew. The twins of light and darkness will reappear—one shall die, one shall be left alone."
"The Elven Forest will reopen. Light shall shine upon the land."
"The gods will awaken with the dawn, and corruption will repeat again."
"Fate cannot be changed."
"This is the conviction of Nueronist Mekongawa."
Yaguk Theocracy had already vanished. The structure of the continent was about to change. Naturally, turmoil would follow.
"Areuseon has a partner" most likely referred to King Seoryun and Darius. When they were young, they had once "eloped" and gone on a journey together. During that time, the continent had been abuzz with tales of the "Wandering Duo." In a way, those two had become legendary figures.
The twins of light and darkness...
Sebastian thought about it carefully, and when the phrase "twins of light and darkness" was mentioned, the figures that appeared in his mind were the light elf Illiya and the dark elf Drow. Based on the information he had gathered, it was highly likely that the two elves were each other’s soul-bounded partners.
"One shall die, one shall be left alone"...
That did not sound like a good prophecy at all.
"The Elven Forest will reopen. Light shall shine upon the land."
"The gods will awaken with the dawn, and corruption will repeat again."
These two lines gave Sebastian an even greater headache.
Could it be that the gods were going to descend to the world again?
That would be even worse news.
Just what was this all about...
Nueronist, what exactly are you trying to tell them?
Far away, Drow had heard every single word the "Imps" had spoken with perfect clarity.
Especially the line. "The twins of light and darkness will reappear—one shall die, one shall be left alone."
His hands that was hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly.
Others might not have understood what it meant, but he did.
Because this was something he had already experienced. How could he not remember it clearly?
To this day, Drow still did not dare recall the events of his past life. He did not dare touch them or reopen the wounds to heal. For him, this matter was like a brand, an unremovable scar. Every time it was uncovered, it would bleed uncontrollably and bring unbearable pain.
And now, someone had placed that raw and exposed truth right in front of him, forcing him to confront it directly.
There was no room to run away or cower.
It was nothing short of torture, compelling him to relive the past life he had worked so hard to forget.
Faced with Nueronist’s "prophecy," was this the so-called "ending," the predetermined fate?
Drow’s hands that was crossed behind his back, clenched even harder. His nails dug deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped red marks.
Thankfully, the remnants of rational thought in his mind managed to restrain him.
It stopped him from doing anything drastic, like breaking the skin and drawing blood.
Otherwise, the elf sitting beside him might have noticed something was wrong.
He had already exposed too much. He could not afford to fully reveal his true identity. He also did not want Illiya to find out about his death in the previous life, that a life meant to be brilliant and radiant had been cut short by petty and unfamiliar people, and that he had died, regretful and wounded, dragging a sick and frail body toward the end.
Every time he thought about it, his heart twisted with sharp pain.
His soul-bounded partner was someone who ought to walk a path of glory and honor, not someone fated to die young from the mouth of a fallen demon like Nueronist.
Drow would never acknowledge that prophecy, nor would he ever believe the claims made by countless others that fate, once confirmed, could not be changed.
If fate truly could not be changed, then why had he returned to the moment he first encountered Illiya? And why had the once-inevitable moment of death shifted?
This time, he would never allow Illiya to walk down the tragic road of his previous life.
...
"I once longed for the moon and stumbled toward it. Because of the moon, I shone brightly. But the moon fell because of me. I longed to embrace the moon, but in the end, the moon embraced me instead."
The war was about to begin, yet Drow felt a deep unease in his heart, as if something he did not want to face was about to happen.
His restlessness was so palpable that even outsiders could easily sense it.
The expressionless face that everyone joked about now revealed ripples of emotion.
His brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously drooped.
The aura surrounding him became oppressive and terrifying.
Anyone who did not know better might have thought he was about to cut someone down.
Naturally, his abnormal behavior did not escape the attention of others, and some of the idler demons began to entertain mischievous thoughts.
One of them was Sebastian who found himself with little to do after organizing the army.
From the moment he first saw Drow who followed behind Illiya Sebastian had immediately gotten a notion in his head: it would be very amusing to tease such a proper and serious dark elf.
Even after all this time, his initial thought had not changed. Beyond that, it had just been so long since he had seen a pairing of light and dark elves.
The last time had been during the glorious age of the previous Demon King.
That pairing had caused quite a stir and trounced countless opponents.
Even Sebastian himself had suffered several setbacks at their hands.
It had all been in his reckless youth, when he had foolishly decided to provoke the two of them.
