"The fort is under control. "Confirming router shutdown!
"Yes, sir. Hunt down the remnants, but don't let them interfere with the ritual.
Copy that!
All units outside, put out the fire. The fire won't spread much, but hurry.
Across the wall of burning trees from the Blue Army's position.
A caller's message came in, and Alastor, who was in command in the rear, gave the order.
The dark elven archers, who had been shooting fire arrows through the trees, now began shooting arrows with water magic.
This is a magic item that causes magic to unfold around the point of impact. This is a stockpile from the elven village.
Now, this is where you come in, witch.
Everis, who had been watching from the rear, appeared through the charred trees.
A black cat with red eyes was perched on her shoulder.
The Blue Army's position was no longer a battlefield.
The remains of burned buildings and tents were strewn about, and even the surviving soldiers had been killed.
Ogres wielding clubs were destroying the wreckage of the burned out walls to make room.
Everis thrusts a wand-like object into the scorched ground, scribbling spells all over it.
He thrust several of them into the burnt ground, looking for a place where the vein could be called a "tsu-bo-bo".
At his side were three beautiful dark elf boys, carrying his equipment.
In the middle of the encampment, part of the city walls, by the well, in the deepest part of the fort ......
When the number of staves in the air reached eight, a change occurred.
The earth shook and cracks of light formed between the protruding staves, as if to illustrate a constellation.
The flames faded, and the blue camp, which had been sinking into the darkness of night, turned white.
It was not a 'glow' but a 'white'.
It was more 'white' than 'radiant'. A landscape that seemed to have been formed by pressing white light into shape appeared.
It was the source of life, the world from which all life in this forest flows.
It is a silhouette of the forest created by the elves, but an ideal type that cannot be created by human hands.
The blackened ground is repainted, and the grass, the trees, and the flowing water materialize as white illusions.
In the midst of all this stood a figure of light.
There were many, many of them.
A form that looked like an elf was looking at me from within the ideal forest.
"This is ......!
The dark elves buzzed in surprise.
Even those who do not know what this is can guess what it is.
A place of return for dead elves.
It was the embodiment of the Sanctuary, which overlapped with the Great Forest of Goosenfall.
In the first place, the control of the veins by the Great Forest of Goosenfall is centered on the collective consciousness of the dead souls of the elves dissolved into the veins of the ...... forest, the consciousness that nests in the veins. It is Everis's opinion that there is more to it than that, that there are hidden qualities.
The Sanctuary is the dream they see, a realm woven by ritualized soul source magic (primal spell) using countless souls as the medium. In the aftermath of the great event of reconnecting the lost veins, it had materialized on earth.
Not a few Dark Elves were terrified and confused.
Many of them decided to become Dark Elves as a compromise against the mighty enemy of the Empire. They felt as if the forms of their fathers had appeared to condemn them. Just because you become a Dark Elf doesn't mean that your reverence for the Fathers will easily disappear.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Rene or Everith.
It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for, and what you can do to help. Still.
"You're up, guest.
Confronted with the reflection of the Elven Fathers, René called out to his inner self.
Immediately after, the white infallible world was torn apart.
A bolt of anger ripped through the white trees of the sanctuary, and a wind of sorrow scattered the flowers.
And then the evil one descended.
Like the reflections of our fathers, it too was obscure in detail, as if formed by light. But I could tell from its body that it was female.
She wears a priestess' costume in the shape of a headdress. A number of tin canes are floating around her.
A reddish-black bolt of curse surrounds her, her body has been transformed into thorny vines, and her forehead is adorned with a crown of thorns sprouting from her own body.
Her forehead was decorated with a crown of thorns sprouting from her body. I'm the client and I'm doing the work.
I'm not sure what to make of this.
She had made a contract to give her soul to Rene, and now Rene had seized her, and she was projecting her own image into the sanctuary.
Her presence was the reason why Rene's memory was sealed while he was trapped in the sanctuary.
Already a departed soul, Saaresaya is more of a part of this sanctuary. However, by making a contract with Rene, she was spared from merging with the collective consciousness of the sanctuary.
If she had used most of her power to capture Rene, as she did in ......, or if the sanctuary was weakened by the defilement of the earth's veins, as it is now, Saaresaya could interfere with the sanctuary on a limited basis.
In other words, she can be a backdoor to interfere with the sanctuary.
If there was a way to deal with this, it would have been to make Rene forget that he could summon Saaresaya. Since the Saaresaya connected to Rene can only wield power as Rene's terminal, it can only come out if Rene wants it to.
I have a policy of using whatever I can. And I'll make up for it in other ways.
I'll suppress the reflection with my own force. In the meantime, make sure the veins are irresistible.
A group of unholy intruders stepped into the world of white light.
Demons in the form of birds and beasts attacked the Projector at once, followed by a squad of lizardmen.
The Projector's arrows of light pierced the demons, but the effect was not as dramatic as when dealing with the undead.
The lizardmen, who had kicked out the birds that had been shot down and rushed into battle, thrust their harpoon-like spears at the projectiles and scattered them.
During the battle, Saaresaya knelt in a praying posture, calling to the veins of the earth.
The silhouette of a tin staff hovered around her, clad in red and black lightning.
The center of the vein in this forest has already been dyed.........................
And through that, let this place accept the filth.
"Get your asses out here, you old bastards! I'm going to f*ck you good!
Everis held a syringe-like wedge between all of his fingers and threw it up.
It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
The earth trembled heavily with a thud.
The phantom sanctuary, which had been embodied in white, distorted.
Red with blood, black with darkness, a twisted landscape.
The remnants of the already half-collapsed reflection disappeared, leaving behind a voiceless scream that shook the air.
And then the phantom sanctuary slowly faded away, and night returned.
The scorched blue army camp, with its pungent smell. But it was no longer the realm of men, no longer the elven forest as it had been, but a world that was fundamentally different.