The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

After the meeting.

Gray Wind ended its possession of Terrell, and that emerald green light gradually faded from the latter's eyes.

Though his appearance hadn't changed in the slightest—still that same dashing and handsome face—Luo Yan could distinctly feel that he had, in an instant, become centuries younger.

"It disappeared..." Youyou, floating beside Luo Yan, murmured softly in astonishment.

In its perspective, that vast and pure soul entity had momentarily fragmented into countless points of light, like fireflies startled into flight among the shrubs, vanishing in the blink of an eye into the forest.

No wonder it couldn't discern its Soul Level!

It was originally a composite, a convergence of countless souls stacked together like grains of sand forming a tower!

From Youyou's exclamation, Luo Yan could resonate with its feelings. However, what intrigued him more lay elsewhere.

These Dark Night Elves were simultaneously like Gray Wind's children and also a part of it, intertwined with one another, flourishing and suffering together as one...

Their bond formed a unique symbiotic relationship, one that surpassed all worldly contracts.

Even more incredibly, while they depended on Gray Wind, they managed to retain their own individual personalities. They did not develop any form of religious faith from this bond, nor did they deify it. They did not shackle it, nor themselves in return.

Fascinating.

Noticing the intrigued expression on Luo Yan's face, Terrell's lips curved into a delighted smile as he spoke with grace.

"It seems you've reached a consensus."

It wasn't just his demeanor that had transformed.

Even his voice had entirely changed, reverting from that of an aged and wise elder to that of a vigorous yet graceful young leader.

Luo Yan studied him with some surprise.

"I'm curious—didn't you hear a word of what we were discussing just now?"

Terrell gently shook his head, replying in a calm tone.

"For us, being possessed by an ancestor is akin to falling asleep and dreaming. In the dream, I became a butterfly, and just as I was beginning to embrace that feeling, I blinked and returned here."

Luo Yan quipped.

"Seems I interrupted your beautiful dream."

Terrell smiled warmly, the corners of his mouth lifting in good humor as he replied.

"Not at all. To me, nothing is more important than responding to your call."

Luo Yan didn't take this polite remark too seriously, merely returning a smile as he said.

"Aren't you curious about what we discussed?"

Terrell answered without hesitation.

"If it's something I need to know, our venerable ancestor will surely inform us."

Luo Yan: "It seems you trust it deeply."

"Indeed," Terrell nodded gently, his tone remaining composed and warm as he continued, "When both the High Elf Parliament and the Yigde Tree abandoned us, it was Gray Wind that broke itself off, falling from the Yigde Tree to grant us—those who had lost everything—a final glimmer of hope. Ever since that moment, we have considered ourselves its children and named our tribe after it, even to this day."

This was a tale from the early days of the First Epoch, its origins stretching nearly a thousand years back. It predated even the histories of the Mist Forest or the Silver Pine Forest.

At that time, neither Thunder County nor the Maze existed, and the Isaac Dynasty had only just begun to set its sights on these untamed lands along the northeastern shores of the Vortex Sea.

Luo Yan originally thought Terrell intended to spin a long story, but contrary to his expectation, the latter merely paused in contemplative recollection for some time before brushing off the tale with a single sentence, accompanied by a smile.

"...That was a long, long time ago, so far back that neither my father nor I had been born yet."

Luo Yan chuckled lightly.

"I thought you were building up to tell me a grand story."

Terrell shook his head gently, responding in a conversational tone.

"If you're truly interested, I wouldn't mind sharing. But I suspect it might not hold your interest."

Luo Yan didn't deny it.

Though these Dark Night Elves were his vassals, he, as an outsider, had little genuine interest in their distant past and how they came to be here.

Seeing this reflected in Luo Yan's expression, Terrell was not offended. Instead, he offered a relaxed smile and continued in a casual tone.

"A long time ago, we realized that no matter how epic the saga, it remains no more than a paper-thin layer before the weight of time. What obsesses us in the present may be utterly insignificant in a far-off future. Even I struggle to recall my great-grandfather's name without concentrated effort, let alone the companions who followed him, many of whom left not even a trace of their names behind."

Luo Yan: "I always thought that the longer one lived, the less aware they'd be of the passage of time."

Terrell gently shook his head.

"That's a common misunderstanding outsiders have about us. The longer we live and the broader our experiences, the more we reconcile with, and the more we seek tranquility of the spirit. Precisely because we see this world's impermanence before the passage of time, we cherish present happiness over carving a grand saga."

Luo Yan nodded in understanding.

"I see. That's quite a meaningful perspective."

Unlike them, Headmaster Avin Krueger seemed to dwell perpetually in the shadows of bygone years.

He once thought all those who possessed long lives shared this tendency, yet now it appeared there was another possibility entirely.