A Dark Elf Prince 2

Kopi was stunned, speechless, and thinkless.

He was captivated by the grandeur appearance of a Dark Elf he certainly was aware of due to his features.

However, what baffled him was the crown of authority.

Does that mean he belonged to a Royal Family?

And seeing this situation…

He could finally think.

He could finally assess.

He turned to Elder Isolde, and his eyes soon brimmed with excitement.

How could he not be when he had finally recognized who Elder Isolde was?

It was in a very old book he read about the story of the Renaizalle Country.

They had been rare, as though the country desired to keep its history as isolated as possible.

He came across to it by coincidence after spending his library with at least five hours minimum.

That was how he desired to read and gain knowledge until he burned out.

"So, If I'm not wrong. This is the legendary battle between the Dark Elf Prince and a Divine Ranker, one of the founders of the Renazaille Country."

One reason Kopi couldn't connect the dots was because Elder Isolde was completely Immortal.

However, there was also a thing he read in a book.

The Biases of Awakening.

That's right when a person awakens the Gift, they will receive a momentary taste of what their peak would be.

For instance, an awakening of a Transcendent strength-related type of gift could result in a catastrophe of a city if the awakener went out of control.

Of course, such an event happening has a consequence.

Therefore, it was common knowledge to control the exhilaration as much as possible while comprehending the peak of their foundation.

In Kopi's case, he was baffled.

He didn't have it, so it was one of the reasons he was a bit skeptical if he indeed awakened or not.

The temporary Peak state wouldn't last.

To great awakening's advice, once awakened, it would be much better to comprehend what the Gift they received.

And, at that time, they would receive another awakening… or more like an enlightenment.

The power to control the Gift.

And that power was later called Art.

Therefore, what he was about to witness should be the Art of Elder Isolde.

"But such Art is precious, and it should not just appear in my dream."

Kopi's eyes soon widened, and couldn't help but teared up.

Wiping the tears, he mumbled with an emotional tone, 

"So this is his inheritance?"

Kopi's self-regenerative ability he extracted was something he had not seen its full potential yet.

Despite it being the lowest rank gift, there was no Gift being pointless.

All of them could even aid an Awakener to break through the limit of their rank.

At the end of the day, once an Awakener would be interviewed and asked, "What is more important, the Gift or its utilization?"

They would answer, "The latter. There is no such gift being pointless, but I do believe in the possessor. Therefore, don't be dissatisfied with what Gift you received, for until the end of the day, you will be together with it as long as you are alive.

So make use of it."

Therefore, Kopi treated this inheritance to gain enlightenment.

He also wanted to create the Art of the self-regeneration Gift, so he could utilize its full potential.

By then, just using the Gift, he would take revenge on his late brother.

〘Indeed, I'm the strongest here. I can conquer this world.〙

Kopi was snapped to reality after hearing the gibberish voice of the Dark Elf Prince.

He shivered in excitement.

He knew the Dark Elf Prince would be proven wrong by Elder White Beard.

Or should he say Elder Black Beard?

Kopi couldn't hold his laugh.

Suddenly, his titter didn't last long when he noticed the action of the Dark Elf Prince.

He took out his bow while staring below.

The whole settlement was reflected in his ash eyes.

And with a smile, he stretched the arrow, and pitch-black lights began to materialize as single but enormous arrows.

It was even taller than him.

He stretched it as far as he could, but the arrow was only half-nocked.

Regardless, the Dark Elf Prince was not even disturbed.

Then, he motioned his body upward and aimed the arrow above.

Under Kopi's astonished gaze, he let go of the arrow as he mumbled.

〘Begone!〙

The pitch-black arrow left at an astonishing speed, causing the noon to be wrapped by the night.

There appeared like an eclipse, overshadowing the illuminating sunlight.

Everyone halted their motion and gazed above.

They stared at it in awe and despair.

They knew that this streak of light would act as a meteor descending to bring chaos to the world.

There was no escape.

They had to accept their fate.

The pitch-black arrow headed to the sky, and when it arrived at the last layer of the Earth, it broke into pieces like fireworks.

And millions of them, possibly billions, headed to every part of the world.

〘Behold…

My grand welcome.

I thank thee for taking care of this world.

And now, I proclaim it.〙

Even now, Kopi could never comprehend his words.

However, from how he behaved like he had won a war, guffawing like an insane person, it wouldn't be difficult to connect his absurd expression.

It was a celebration of someone conquering the world.

Something Kopi finally realized he loathed.

If he saw someone having the same face again, he would beat his ass until it became numb.

Feeling helpless, Kopi could only gaze with courage where Elder Isolde was, wearing the same expression as the rest.

However, at the very last moment, he pounced at his son, embracing his daughter tightly, treating his body like a shield, and did the very same thing.

Two layers of body with the child on the ground, who was behaving and sensible enough to understand what was going on.

She also crouched, shivering in terror, as she felt the warmth of two bodies shielding her.

Then… blood puked out of her mouth.

A meter-tall pitch-black arrow pierced the three bodies, with the child's heart at the center to the very end.

Kopi couldn't bear to watch what happened.

With a heavy heart, he could only stare closely with zoom-in vision at the child's eyes, losing their luster.

Elder Isolde and his son continued to scream while the former grabbed the pitch-black arrow with bare hands and extracted it from their body.

Screaming with a disheveled face dampened with tears, he held his granddaughter dear, until his son was pierced by an arrow in the head.

He fell to the ground not far from his wife, who was pierced by many arrows, like a person having bad luck.

However, he cared about none of them.

As though the pitch black arrows desire to avoid him, his fierce eyes and contorted expression soon calm down.

And closed his eyes with a serene face…