CHAPTER 353: CHAPTER 189: HATHAWAY, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE COME HERE (THREE-IN-ONE)

Arcanist, War Mage, Classical Witch, Seer Sage, Golem Witch, Alchemist, Necromancer...

Different schools of wizards have distinct magical inclinations and expertise, specializing in various fields of magic.

Just like even among the Elf Clan, the elements and extraordinary abilities that Forest Elves and Moon Elves harmonize with differ, in the world of wizards, this is akin to the differences between a Pyromancer and a Cryomancer.

And according to Shiayar, the field of magic that Hathaway herself excels in is but one—

Void.

Or, "Void Magic."

And when Hathaway, at Shiayar’s behest, truly began her attempts, she realized—

Compared to those traditional elemental magics, even considering she, as a Golden Elf, should theoretically have an additional bonus to metal magic due to her innate talents.

The field of spatial magic is indeed her true specialty.

Whether studying the original arcane texts passed down by Shiayar or creating entirely new spells herself, she advanced in the spatial field far more swiftly, clearly an innate talent.

This also made Shiayar’s image in Hathaway’s mind become much more mysterious and unfathomable.

Clearly, it was only their first meeting, yet he could see through her specialty in magic with one glance... Of course, she did not know that he was simply copying a template, and getting it wrong would be an anomaly.

However, just at the thought of Shiayar.

In the heart of the Golden Elf, that sharp pain turned into a piercing steel blade, penetrating her heart.

The earlier words of the Elder of the Sun Elves, and the boy’s gaunt figure in that illusory light screen, seemed to still be before her eyes.

"He is at the World Tree..."

"And, that so-called ’Master’ as well?"

She abruptly tore off the chain of the Heavenly Lock.

A melodious chant flowed from the mouth of the Golden Elf like liquid silver.

A spatial rift appeared before her, and Hathaway stepped through it.

The girl’s figure was swallowed by the spatial rift.

Soon after, her silhouette emerged outside the ruins of The Tower, above the Elven Royal Court.

"Hathaway. Dimension Walking"

At this moment, the entire Elven Royal Court below was in a state of chaos.

No elf knew why this upheaval occurred atop the once sacred and majestic Tower, the symbol of the entire Elven Royal Court, in the midst of the council meeting.

Fortunately, Hathaway’s Nuclear Explosion Magic was still in its initial, awkward use, and the magical Elf Tower and Hall of Deliberations absorbed most of the shockwave.

Furthermore, because the other seven Council Elders had preemptively planned to act against Hathaway, for secrecy and stability, they didn’t want the rest of the elves in the Royal Court to know about this coup d’état—

They had used the council meeting as a pretext to dismiss the other elves from the Elf Tower in advance.

Hence, besides those seven unfortunate ones, no other elf was affected.

As the sole surviving elder of the current council.

At this moment, Hathaway ought to step forth immediately to manage the situation, calming the elves of the Royal Court who were frightened and uneasy due to this upheaval.

However, the Golden Elf at this moment, had not a single thought of such.

She merely continued chanting that ancient spell, crimson Gold Magic Power surged from the Astral Realm, carrying her towards the direction of the World Tree.

High above, the harsh gale blew apart the Golden Elf’s long hair, causing it to billow freely in the wind, her white robe flapping.

Crimson Gold Magic Power pulsated around her, her figure sometimes solid, sometimes ethereal.

With each shift between illusion and reality, her form would teleport a substantial distance.

The Lost Island is vast.

From the Elven Royal Court to the island’s center World Tree, it is quite a journey.

But, before a Legendary Wizard mastering "Void Magic," it is merely a flicker of distance.

Soon—

The gigantic World Tree was in full view.

Hathaway, with her sharp sensitivity to spatial rules, also detected a hidden small world within this enormous World Tree’s branches.

She took a step forward.

In the next moment, the huge World Tree vanished, replaced by a grand hall.

Grey-white stone bricks, whether on the surrounding walls or the great pillars, were all forged from pure black iron.

Thin threads of shadowy gloom wound throughout the entire majestic hall.

No light of stars or moon came through the windows.

This is the small world within the World Tree Fragment, and the simulated starlight created by Hathaway and Shiayar could not illuminate here.

Yet, a thin layer of light spread across the hall, rendering the palace eerie and dim.

In the hall, Hathaway saw no sign of life, only ancient doors slowly opening, turning into a lifeless darkness, leading to the deepest part of the hall.

These open doors seemed as though they were specifically waiting for her arrival.

The spiritual intuition of the Golden Elf flared with unprecedented intensity, nearly filling her sea of consciousness with its warning signs.

It was a forewarning of death.

Every bit of spirituality hinted to her, within this hall lurks an unprecedented disaster.

According to the earlier words of the Sun Elf, what lies dormant within may be that creator of yore.

This is the great taboo between life and death.

All living beings have an instinct to survive, even a mindless beast would turn and flee following its instincts and intuition.