vrcanaries Chapter 466: The Forest of Elves without a Creator
Chapter 466: The Forest of Elves without a Creator
Ivan didn't know how he left that demiplane.
When he appeared at the bottom of the tower in a daze, he bumped into Iris who happened to rush out of the hall and was knocked around.
La Bellaas, who also appeared outside the hall door, had a dejected look on his face.
"What happened?
Hey, old man with white hair!
What happened to you? All of a sudden..."
Lian, who was confused about the situation, was pulling at the corner of Labelas's clothes.
Seeing Alvin appear outside the hall door, the short half-elf immediately changed direction and pounced towards Alvin.
"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law!
What happened?
Speak up, perverted brother-in-law!"
Then, as if sensing something, tears began to fall for no apparent reason.
……
According to the customs of the high elves, every deceased member of the tribe will be laid flat on a soft bed woven from leaves.
The priests of Labelas would place delicate mirrors around the soft bed. It was said that this would allow the souls of the elves to see every detail of their memories of their past lives.
The more mirrors there are, the more memories the soul can see.
In the center of the high tower area of the Elf Courtyard was the place where the Fourth Knight had launched the attack. All the Elf Gods gathered in a circle, looking at the stone platform in the middle with a solemn expression.
The soft bed of leaves above the stone platform was still covered with many dewdrops, and each of the elven gods had placed a leaf from the Gray Haze Forest on it with their own hands.
And Philohil brought the elven druids to temporarily act as priests and placed mirrors around.
This thin moon elf was once full of resentment towards Corellon. She resented the great god for burying the home where she had lived for hundreds of years.
But today, she had almost cleared out all the mirrors in the entire elf courtyard and placed them all around the soft bed.
The dark elf who was about to return to Breath of the Moon Sea also stood a little distance away without saying a word.
Although in terms of racial history, the Dark Elves suffered from Corellon's curse;
But no matter what, he is the creator of the entire elven race.
Besides, so many years have passed, and the hatred left in memory has long faded to the point of almost disappearing.
Several emotional divine masters were still secretly wiping away tears.
As the elven god in charge of history, Labelas is also responsible for guiding the souls of dead elves.
Today he specially put on his old leather armor from the First Age and meticulously arranged the clothes for Corellon on the soft bed.
“In order to understand the power of time, I spent tens of thousands of years to age myself into this state.
But you, my old friend, it took less than ten days for your face to become full of wrinkles.
Your mission has ended, Corellon Larethian.
Go and enjoy the eternal peace that belongs to you..."
After saying that, Labelas took out an exquisite wooden carving, a crescent moon carved out of tree branches - this was the emblem of the elven god Corellon.
The silver-haired old elf turned around and handed the wooden emblem to Angharris behind him.
This is a ritual part of the High Elves' funeral.
Friends and relatives attending the funeral will hold wooden carvings representing the deceased spirits and take turns to come forward to say their last words.
The elf goddess flapped her short wings and had a strange expression on her face.
"Master Corellon... I'm Hanali. Shahani is crying so hard that she doesn't want to come out...
In fact, when you called the three of us aside and stepped into the passage leading to the main plane, I guessed that this day would come.
However, when most of us escaped from the star realm, I still held on to the hope that this day would never come.
Unexpectedly, this time I was lucky enough not to get what I wanted.
Boss, I will help you take care of Sahanni and Eilistraee. When I reach the time of eternity, you will still have to be my boss..."
When it was Iris' turn, the tall elf still looked extremely confused. If Xiling and Lian hadn't supported her by her side, Iris probably wouldn't have reacted at all.
She mechanically took the wooden sculpture handed to her, and like a puppet with its strings cut, she walked stiffly to the soft bed.
Iris' lips seemed to be glued together and she couldn't move for a long time.
Just quietly watching Corellon, who had become emaciated on the soft bed, Iris could no longer feel her own breathing and even forgot to blink.
I don't know how long it took, but a string of syllables that only she could hear slipped out of her mouth.
"Father……"
As a foreigner, Awen did not attend Corellon's farewell ceremony.
He sat alone, far away from the crowd, staring blankly at the sky over the Elf Courtyard.
Alvin is not a sentimental person, at least he thinks so.
But Corellon's last words to him still made this outsider from the Blue Star feel a little emotional.
Despite his relentless resistance to the gods, Aven now somewhat identified with Corellon's deeds.
After all, at the end of the First Age, it was Corellon who launched a war against tyranny, allowing the common people of the main plane to escape the brutal domination of the dragons;
At the end of the Second Age, it was also Corellon who chose to let the elves live in seclusion in order to avoid a major war.
This seemingly extremely young elven god has actually devoted his entire life to protecting and maintaining his own tribe.
Even if it meant letting his wife fall into the endless abyss, even if it meant letting the 30,000 moon elves in the Elf Courtyard become fallen beings...
A leaping green light appeared on Ivan's palm. This was Corellon's divine thought - creation.
It's just a pity that after the Elf Age, Corellon's obsession with protecting his tribe obscured his original appearance.
If I had to face all that by myself...
Ivan quickly shook his head to dispel the dangerous thoughts that had just appeared in his mind.
"I am not a god, much less an elf god. It is not my responsibility to continue your mission..."
He stared at the green light on his palm and muttered softly.
"is it?"
A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
There was no longer the cynicism in his tone, but his voice still sounded like an old bellows.
"Since he chose you, it means that he has given up the idea of protecting the tribe above all else, kid."
A white robe appeared in the corner of Ivan's eye, followed by slender hands with only joints left.
"Since he chose you, it means you can use the power he gave you according to your own ideas."
Ivan turned his head and looked at the old skeleton he hadn't seen for a long time.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Ivan gently closed his palms, letting the leaping green light calm down, then looked at Rillifane beside him with some resentment.
"Old Skeleton...why did you come so late..."
The old skeleton was leaning on a wooden staff and looking at the ceremony in the distance, the soul fire in his eyes burning very softly.
"Evan, come with me to see that old guy off for the last time... Before that, wipe the tears off your cheeks first..."