Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Nazha withdrew from her meditation.

The elf elder looked at a withered yellow seed in the box in front of her and finally sighed.

With the withering of the last World Tree sapling, the civilization and heritage of their elf race would also cease to exist, completely declaring the end of an era.

She had tried to cultivate new saplings, but the result was only failure like now, the seed did not respond to her.

Shaking her head, Nazha had actually expected this long ago. She was doing these things just to take a gamble.

After all, the World Tree was the symbol of authority for the Nature fate track. Only the queen of their elf race had the ability to cultivate it, but...

Nazha raised her gaze and looked at the anxious little loli who had come to report in front of her. The elder's heart was both helpless and guilty.

Vielsia indeed inherited the bloodline of the queen and was the purest princess of their race, but with their current wandering in the universe and scarce resources, it was simply impossible to supply Vielsia's cultivation.

Moreover, the previous generation's Queen had already exhausted all her efforts just to cover their and Vielsia's escape, leaving no inheritance or knowledge for Vielsia at all.

And relying solely on her as an elder, it was impossible to truly awaken the royal power within Vielsia's bloodline.

This led to a dead cycle.

To make the World Tree seed sprout again required an extremely high authority in the Nature fate track, and only Vielsia could do this. But without her mother, for Vielsia to improve the Nature fate track, she could only rely on drawing from the inheritance of the World Tree.

Nazha knew that if this continued, for them, these wandering refugee elves, it was equivalent to a slow death. Without the World Tree, the inheritance was broken, and the power of generations of elves would only become weaker and weaker.

She must not let down the sacrifices made by the Queen and so many elf compatriots for them.

Therefore, Nazha was eager to find a breakthrough.

This was also why, when she inadvertently discovered the communication magic Melvin had sent out to the cosmic plane, she chose to respond after much hesitation.

In her view, the human world undoubtedly had great potential.

If that human mage named Melvin wasn't so ignorant and knew how to conceal himself in the cosmic plane to avoid being discovered by the demon race, then such a world would undoubtedly be a good place for them elves to establish a new home.

Unfortunately...

If she could receive Melvin's communication, naturally the demon race could too. To the demon race, a beautiful and rich world like this was no different from a piece of fat meat.

The human world had already been targeted by the demon race.

Destruction was only a matter of time.

Having finally discovered a new home, only to find that it was destined to follow in the footsteps of their elves' fallen nation, Nazha was really unwilling.

That's why she was willing to contact Melvin and gave this human mage a channel to communicate with the elves.

Just like she was betting on the tiny probability that the World Tree seed could sprout on its own.

Nazha was also betting on whether her long-distance help to human civilization could allow humans to survive the calamity of the demon race.

But now it seemed...

"Vielsia, give me the Manro."

"O-Okay, Grandma."

The little girl carefully handed a plant similar to a conch shell to Nazha.

Each civilization and race had its own unique magic. For the elf race, it was nature. As long as the corresponding seed was sent to the human side, they could communicate with each other through the plants without magic.

Soon, the vines on the Manro began to grow and intertwine. In just a few short breaths, they transformed into a blurry human shape, which was none other than Melvin.

"Ms. Nazha, this is my latest observation result of the demon race. Why did they suddenly accelerate?"

At other times, this great mage might have first exchanged a few polite pleasantries, but now that the life and death of the human world was at stake, Melvin didn't bother with so many formalities and got straight to the point.

Nazha didn't rush to answer. At first, she thought it was because Melvin's observation magic wasn't mature enough. But after she personally took over and conducted the observation, the result was exactly the same as the image Melvin had sent her.

This time, even Nazha frowned tightly.

"The demon race... really sped up?"

Unlike Melvin, Nazha was, after all, an elder and had seen a lot. After the initial puzzlement, she quickly thought of a possibility.

"I think this might be good news, Melvin."

"Good news!??" Melvin doubted his own ears. The demon race bringing calamity was moving faster and faster, yet it had become a good thing?

"Looking back at the entire history of the cosmic plane, at least in the observation records of us elves, the demon race has never exhibited such behavior. They enjoy watching the prey struggle under the countdown to their demise, but now they have broken this tradition. I think the biggest possibility is a threat."

"Something must have changed in your world, causing the demons to feel threatened, so they have no choice but to accelerate their advance."

After hearing the elf elder's words, Melvin understood.

The acceleration of the demon race turned out to be a manifestation of... nervousness?

Or in other words, they truly considered the human world as an "enemy" now?

Thinking about it this way, their ability to change from "ants" to "enemies" could indeed be considered good news.

Then the new question arose.

What exactly was the demons afraid of?

What exactly was the "threat" that could make the demon race accelerate?

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure about that either. You'll have to find out for yourself. But I believe that it might become the hope to fight against the demon race and the opportunity for your world to survive."

The communication between the two sides ended here.

Melvin hung up in a hurry to find out what the demon race feared for the sake of humanity's hope.

On the other hand, Nazha also fell into deep thought. The expression on her face was very complex, as if she was hesitating about something.

The only one who might be a little more relaxed was probably the third person present, a certain little girl.

Seeing Nazha looking so serious, Vielsia didn't dare to make a sound or leave, afraid of disturbing her Grandma's thoughts.

The obedient little princess could only stand quietly in the room. However, when Vielsia's wandering gaze inadvertently glanced at a certain object in a box, the little loli suddenly widened her eyes, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Grandma! Grandma, look! The color of the World Tree seed has changed!!"

The little loli in white stockings no longer cared about her elegant demeanor as a princess, nor did she care about disturbing Nazha. She ran to the wooden box that previously held the seed with excitement.

As for Nazha...

"What!?"

The elder also quickly got up and came to Vielsia's side. When she looked into the box, she showed an expression almost identical to her young granddaughter beside her.

"It sprouted? It sprouted!?? This... what is happening...?"

The previously withered yellow seed had now regained a hint of green.

If one looked closely, one could even see tiny cracks on the seed, as if the small natural life inside was about to break out of its shell.

Unfortunately, it stopped there, as if some kind of energy was insufficient and not enough to support its complete development.

"Was it the communication with the human world just now?"

"The World Tree seed took advantage of the brief connection during the communication to absorb some kind of 'Nature' energy emanating from the human world?"

Nazha was indeed an elder, quickly analyzing the reason.

And this also made her previous hesitation disappear completely.

"Vielsia, pack up. We're preparing to leave."

"L-Leave? Grandma, are we not going to continue wandering? Where are we going?" The young Vielsia was a little scared, but her tone still carried a hint of yearning and excitement.

"The human world."