Chapter 334: The Fallen World of the Spirit (5)
Taesan had now completed four of the prophecies. Only one remained. Bardray surveyed the burning forest with a hint of disdain.
“Elves... Such an ancient race, and yet so dull,” he muttered with indifference, turning his back.
“Let’s go back,” he said, ignoring the murmurs of resentment and hatred from the elves behind them.
As they returned to the imperial capital, the specter spoke softly to Taesan, a faint trace of bitterness in its voice, though its anger seemed somewhat subdued.
“[I begged them to make a concession, willing to risk everything, but the elves refused, mocking me and barring my way.]”
“Is that why you failed to fulfill the prophecy?” Taesan asked.
“[Not exactly. In the end, I mobilized the entire empire’s strength to raze the forest. Although the cost was high, I managed to fulfill the prophecy. But by then, too much time had passed, and the plan had already gone awry.]”
The specter had, indeed, cleared the fourth prophecy but had failed in achieving the final one.
Soon, Bardray came to visit.
“So, only the last prophecy remains. This is going faster than I expected.”
Bardray had thought it might take months, but it had only taken two days to complete the fourth prophecy. Impressed, he said, “You remember the last prophecy, I assume?”
“To retrieve the fragment of a god from the sacred site, right?”