Chapter 283: Silver Got A Companion
The vision shifted once more.
She was older now.
Clad in deep green robes laced with golden vines, she walked slowly down a grand hall carved of living wood and white crystal.
Elves knelt on either side of the path, heads bowed, their bodies trembling. Not a single word was spoken as she passed, only the sound of her footsteps echoing through the silence.
At the end of the hall, towering doors opened to a massive gallery suspended in the sky. She stepped out, wind brushing past her robes as she looked down upon the city below—her city.
It stretched far in all directions, a marvel of elven beauty and symmetry. Floating gardens, towering spires, light bridges—all under the gentle golden hue of a setting sun.
Then the sky cracked.
A tear split through space above the city. Deathmist churned from it like a bleeding wound in the world. It pulsed, spiraled—and then something stepped out. A Phantom.
Her eyes narrowed.
Wind coiled around her ankles as she rose slowly into the air. She raised one arm overhead.
The space behind her warped, and then it formed—green and enormous, a translucent finger carved from pure Essence. It hovered for a breath.