723 Strange

The Dark Elven Clan's source of life had ceased to exist, it was all over.

Although the Incarnation had been missing for a long time, at least they had a few dozen years left before their doom, so they still had hope.

Now, they couldn't even hold on to that hope. The Dark Elves would become history. From now on, no more Dark Elven children would be born in this world...

'We shouldn't have brought Merlin here… If not for him, this wouldn't have happened and our clansmen would have had at least a few dozen years of hope. Now they can't even have that…'

The 2nd Elder watched as that small world started violently shaking. The space within started fluctuating, and one pitch-black spatial crack after another appeared in the sky like scars.

Fierce winds blew, and a chaotic power started coming into view. Mana rushed into the world from the void and the deathly silent desert flared up again, grains of sand flowing alongside the tornado.