Chapter 430. Sinner
Inside the Elven Forest, In the very center stood a colossal tree, towering above all others. Or rather, what remained of it. The great trunk looked like they had been sliced cleanly in half. But it was constructing itself.
From the severed stump oozed a strange green, slime-like substance that writhed and shimmered under the sunlight. They are spitting out tissues to mend the world Tree.
Beneath the broken World Tree, a Dark Elf sat cross-legged in deep meditation. A single word glowed upon his forehead in burning red script: "Sin."
He slowly opened his eyes, sensing a disturbance.
"Someone dares to breach the barrier? A Dark Elf...?" he muttered to himself, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder.
He stood up and disappeared.
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At that very moment, Tyler was sent flying through the dense foliage by a sudden blast of wind. Leaves scattered like frightened birds as he was launched into the sky, crashing into the river below.
"Swim like a Kun," he whispered.
He dove beneath the surface, vanishing into the currents like a silver-scaled fish. The High Elves chasing him were caught off guard, losing sight of their target.
In the real world, Kael Driftsbane had already escaped these pursuits of his past. But the dream had been twisted against Tyler. The difficulty was far higher now, as if the Feather of Dreamwalker refused to let him succeed so easily.