Chapter 839: A Flaw Can’t Obscure its Brilliance
After the excitement faded, Aerin clenched her small fists, psyching herself up. With ten death-substitute artifacts in hand, she felt she finally had the resources to be a little reckless. She adored the bracelets, immediately putting one on each wrist.
Not long ago, when the Forest of Nature had been invaded, the peace-loving Wood Elves had immediately organized a resistance.
As an Alpha-tier survivor, Aerin had naturally become a mid-to-high-ranking officer, leading her own squad on patrol. The patrols were relentless and without rest, which was why Orion had been unable to reach her on the Platform.
During one of those invasions, Aerin had watched her companion, a squad leader, die right before her eyes. It was the first time she had felt death so close, the first time she truly understood that the peace her people cherished had been stolen from them.
The moment the enemy temporarily retreated, the first thing Aerin did upon returning to her treehouse was to bombard Orion with messages. It felt like the only way to soothe her panicked heart. And it had worked. When Orion finally responded, she had been happy enough to fly.
"Right, the plague," she muttered to herself, her joy not distracting her from the real threat. "I need to search the Survivor’s Platform for anything that can fight the plague. I need to find materials to craft some anti-plague potions for myself."
Her own life was at stake. In the face of annihilation, all dignity, shame, and pride had to be cast aside.
In Stoneheart City, upon the throne.
Aerin’s world had been invaded. Orion wondered if it was an internal war or a cross-realm invasion. If it was the latter, he was genuinely interested in extending his influence to her world. But he couldn’t be sure yet, so he would not be hasty.
Besides, even if he were to make a move, he would wait for Aerin to ask first. If, for example, she invited him to aid her in battle, it would give him the perfect justification to establish a foothold.
Afterward, she would have no grounds to complain, as she had invited him willingly.
For now, it was a speculative play, a seed planted in a distant garden. Whether it would blossom and bear fruit, he could only wait and see.