Chapter 424


    This feeling was not unfamiliar to Evé.


    She had experienced something simr after acquiring the fragments of the Scepter from Nidhogg and restoring it.


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


    As for this time…


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


    Eve’s heart stirred slightly.


    Previously, she hadn’t sensed thisst 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 sessfully restored, only this smallst 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 thisst 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 yers.


    Evé opened her eyes, a glimmer of delight shing 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 missingst piece of the Scepter using other methods, it would likely take years toplete 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 exins 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 toplete 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 sh of light, Evé found herself in the midst of a beautiful forest.


    It was still part of the Elven Forest, butpared 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 thaty amidst the floral sea.


    These ruins were vast, farrger than the scattered remnants found near the Central Zone of the Elven Forest, and evenparable 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 ce’s former glory.


    And upon closer inspection, many of the copsed 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 pir 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 pir as she murmured to herself:


    “Kenond…”


    The Beautiful City of Kenond.


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


    Kenond 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.


    s, 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 destendscape, and she sighed softly.


    “It seems a fierce battle took ce here.”


    Now that she had arrived, that strange resonance that she had been feelinging from thest 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, arge number of goblins immediately began fleeing in panic from all directions.


    Like Florence, clearly this ce had also be a goblin safehaven.


    However, Evé merely nced 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 yers to deal with instead.


    Following the resonance, Evé soon arrived at a copsed 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 nts.


    Eve paused, visibly surprised.


    “…A mirror?”


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


    Evé wondered, a thought shing through her mind.


    <em>Could this mirror perhaps be a long-forgotten artifact?</em>


    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 whaty within.


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


    Thest fragment of the Scepter was definitely inside this spatial rift.


    <em>So, it’s a portal to a demi-realm…</em>


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


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    <strong>【 THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF KENORLAND </strong>】 <hr>


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