Game of the World Tree

Chapter 424

Back then, the resonance came from the remaining fragments, which was in the possession of Platinum Dragon King, Reinhardt, who had visited Evé just a few days prior.

As for this time…

“It’s the last fragment of the Scepter of Life!”

Eve’s heart stirred slightly.

Previously, she hadn’t sensed this last fragment, likely due to it being just a single fragment, so it’s weak resonance had been overwhelmed by the resonance that came from the collection of fragments held by Reinhardt.

But now, with most of the Scepter having been successfully restored, only this small last piece was missing.

Therefore, nothing else could obscure the resonance of this final fragment anymore.

Moreover, as the restoration of the Scepter further progressed, its ability to sense its own fragments became much stronger.

In such a situation, it was only natural for Evé to perceive the resonance of this last piece.

With this in mind, Evé, while holding the Life Scepter, left her divine kingdom.

Whilst still in her incarnation form, Evé raised the scepter high, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed the direction of the resonance.

Soon, the general location became clear within her mind.

“About 500 kilometers southwest.”

This distance was still within the boundaries of the Elven Forest, reachable even by the players.

Evé opened her eyes, a glimmer of delight flashing across her face.

It could be said that this final fragment had practically fallen at her feet—though it was so small that she only noticed it now.

“I didn’t expect it to be this close!”

Evé sighed in relief.

Truth be told, although she could repair the missing last piece of the Scepter using other methods, it would likely take years to complete unless she was willing to harm her own core once again.

However, Eve had no intention of doing that.

Since damaging her core would likely affect her recovery speed.

“Hmm, this fragment’s resonance somehow fades in and out…as if its been sealed in some capacity, which explains why I hadn’t noticed it beforehand.”

After trying to sense it for a moment longer, Evé made the decision to head out immediately.

She was eager to complete the Scepter with this final fragment.

Only with the fully restored Scepter of Life could she wield its full potential!

With this thought, Evé transformed into a streak of light, flying swiftly toward the source of the resonance.

The speed of her demigod incarnation was incredibly fast, covering a 500-kilometer distance in less than ten minutes.

In fact, if Eve’s divine kingdom extended that far, then she could have teleported directly to it already.

As she descended from the sky in a flash of light, Evé found herself in the midst of a beautiful forest.

It was still part of the Elven Forest, but compared to the towering ancient trees of the Central Zone, the trees here were much smaller and more sparsely scattered instead.

Nevertheless, although the number of trees here was fewer, numerous vines and shrubs abundantly thrived in this region, as colorful flowers bloomed all around, forming a vivid sea of blossoms.

It was practically a zone full of flowers.

However, Evé paid these captivating, vibrant, and diverse flowers no mind as her gaze was wholly fixed on the ruins that lay amidst the floral sea.

These ruins were vast, far larger than the scattered remnants found near the Central Zone of the Elven Forest, and even comparable in scale to the Elven Holy City of Florence.

On the fallen white stones of the ruins, one could faintly make out elven-style decorative architecture, which silently foretold the story of this place’s former glory.

And upon closer inspection, many of the collapsed buildings bore traces of spellcasting likely due to a battle, and even the ground showed the scars of magical explosions.

Without a doubt, this was yet another lost elven city.

Eve’s gaze rested on the most prominent stone pillar among the ruins, where she spotted elven inscriptions carved into its surface.

Though the text had blurred over the course of a thousand years, some of it still remained legible enough to be read.

She extended her hand, gently brushing the pillar as she murmured to herself:

“Kenorland…”

The Beautiful City of Kenorland.

This was one of the seven largest and most renowned cities of the Old Elven Kingdom, which had once ruled the land of Seigües for a hundred thousand years.

Kenorland was also once widely regarded as the “City of Flowers” and “Dream City,” with it arguably being the most beautiful of all the seven major elven cities in the past.

Alas, this once beautiful city had now sadly turned into nothing more than a pile of ruins, long forgotten in time.

Eve’s gaze swept across the desolate landscape, and she sighed softly.

“It seems a fierce battle took place here.”

Now that she had arrived, that strange resonance that she had been feeling coming from the last fragment had grew even stronger.

There was no doubt that the final fragment of the Scepter was located somewhere within these ruins.

Letting out a sigh, Evé stepped into the ruins.

She didn’t bother concealing her presence, and as she ventured deeper, a large number of goblins immediately began fleeing in panic from all directions.

Like Florence, clearly this place had also become a goblin safehaven.

However, Evé merely glanced at them without taking any actions.

These creatures showed no sign of Uller’s aura, indicating that these goblins were not part of those Uller had recruited.

For such weaklings, Eve couldn’t be bothered to take action, preferring to leave them for the players to deal with instead.

Following the resonance, Evé soon arrived at a collapsed temple within the ruins.

Eventually, she came to a stop in front of a dust-covered mirror.

It was a full-length mirror, its frame adorned with beautiful patterns depicting flowers and plants.

Eve paused, visibly surprised.

“…A mirror?”

She hadn’t expected the resonance to originate from this object.

Evé wondered, a thought flashing through her mind.

Could this mirror perhaps be a long-forgotten artifact?

But she quickly dismissed the idea, as she could feel no energy emanating from the mirror at all.

It was nothing more than an ordinary mirror—at best, a relic of the past.

“No, wait. It’s behind the mirror,”

Eve realized, her gaze shifting.

With a gentle gesture, the mirror, which had been hanging on the wall, floated into the air and was moved aside.

What she saw next was not a wall like she expected but rather, a deep, dark rift.

This rift didn’t seem to be part of the wall; but rather, it hovered in mid-air, as if the very fabric of reality itself had been torn apart.

This clearly was a spatial rift.

A portal of some sort.

Inside the portal, everything was shrouded in a misty glow, making it impossible to see what lay within.

At the same time, the moment Evé laid her eyes upon the portal, the resonance which she had been sensing intensified further.

The last fragment of the Scepter was definitely inside this spatial rift.

So, it’s a portal to a demi-realm…

Eve thought, recalling some descriptions from the World Tree’s inheritance, feeling a tinge of surprise.

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【 THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF KENORLAND 】

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