CHAPTER 380: CHAPTER 199: THE FINAL JOURNEY (TRIPLE CHAPTER)

"But that is the world of my dreams."

"Moreover."

He paused slightly.

"I believe, one day, this scenery will become reality."

To plan this journey, even Shiayar spent a lot of thought.

In the real timeline, not long ago, an Arcane Festival was indeed held in Knowledge City Lokiya.

And Shiayar spent all his spiritual power, scanning bit by bit, simulating, and then recreating the entirety of that city and festival in his mind.

The amount of information of an entire city, detailed down to every little thing, was quite challenging even for someone of Shiayar’s current rank, depleting his spiritual power several times before accomplishing it.

"Of course, this city is really just an accompaniment."

"My true dream is here."

Shiayar spoke softly, stepping aside.

It was not until then that Hathaway saw the grand Black Tower.

The pitch-black tower stood magnificently, piercing the clouds, as if it wanted to connect heaven and earth.

And in the square outside the Black Tower, there stood an ancient obelisk.

The crimson gold inscriptions of ancient Arlan language were carved on the obelisk—

"Only deep within the stars lies truth and home."

Although this pitch-black tower was the center of the entire city, prior attention had been entirely focused on the bustling Arcane Festival within the city, so it was only now that Hathaway noticed the presence of the Black Tower.

She had never seen the grand tower before her eyes.

But, when the Black Tower truly came into view, Hathaway understood the existence before her.

That was what Shiayar had once told her about, wanting to build—a tower belonging solely to wizards, to Arcane Arts and Magic.

And back then, Shiayar had invited her to become the first member of this Wizards’ Tower.

They passed through the massive obelisk in the square and walked into the grand Black Tower.

It seemed to be the end of the workday, as the Black Tower was empty.

Only the volumes recording Spell Primer and arcane knowledge were quietly displayed on the bookshelves, exuding the unique aura of books and ink.

"I’ve always dreamed of establishing such a high Wizards’ Tower."

"Humans, Half-Elves, Dwarves..."

"Humans and demi-human races without the barriers of race, putting aside interests, hatred, and conflicts, gathering peacefully to discuss not wars and territory divisions, but the truths upon the stars."

"This is a Tower of Knowledge built by humans, by intelligent life, self-reliant, enduring forever."

"Without the intervention of Deities, and without needing Deities."

Listening to the beautiful landscapes depicted in Shiayar’s words.

The Golden Elf couldn’t help but speak: "Teacher Shaar’s dream is also my dream."

"Is that so..."

"In that case, I am relieved."

There was a hint of comfort in Shiayar’s words.

And also, a trace of almost imperceptible liberation.

"Earlier, I felt that your elders were somewhat irresponsible, just entrusting the mission of reviving the Elf Clan to you and then dying on their own."

"But now, at this moment, I can somewhat understand their thoughts."

"That responsibility, that mission, rather than forcibly being a task and burden put on you... it’s more like, a blessing."

"Because they knew they couldn’t continue to accompany you... but you were too young, they couldn’t let go."

"So, they used this way, giving you a driving force in life, a direction."

"Actually, perhaps they never cared if you could truly revive the Elven Royal Court..."

"As long as you don’t give up on yourself, don’t abandon life, don’t lose sight of yourself... able to live healthily and happily, they would be satisfied."

He suddenly stood up, patted the head of the Golden Elf girl in front of him, and turned to walk out of the grand Black Tower.

Bang——

The massive metal door at the entrance of the Black Tower slammed shut behind him.

In her heart, the Golden Elf sensed something was slightly off with instinctive spirituality.

But it all happened so fleetingly.

By the time she truly came to her senses, the massive metal door had already slammed shut, and the figure of the young human was no longer visible.

Only Shiayar’s last words lingered in the windowless tower.

"So, please don’t ever forget."

"My dream, our dream, that dream called the Black Tower..."

"And——"

"Goodbye."

"Teacher Hathaway."