Darkness engulfed The Void.
There were no reference points, no directions.
Without the anchors of coordinates, all is lost,
cold, and pitch-black.
From time to time, spatial chaos turned into sharp blades, tearing Hathaway's flesh.
Slashing that pure white robe into bloody rips.
Some wounds were extremely fine, with mere threads of blood, while others were deep to the bone, grotesque and indistinct.
Yet Hathaway did not resist.
Her rank had reached Legendary, among the Nine member council she also belonged to the highest tier.
And being a true Legendary advanced Elf,
The very term Golden Elf implies an innate ultra-high affinity for the gold Element.
Chanting in ancient Elvish Language also signifies Authority and magic word; with a Legendary rank, as long as she speaks, fending off some spatial chaos wouldn't be a problem.
But Hathaway chose not to do so.
Because the bloodline of advanced Elf itself is an object of curse and pollution.
After the great upheaval, once out of the "Veil"s protection, as long as the Elf Clan slightly engenizes the bloodline's power, it would invite pollution and corruption.
And she, along with those pioneers, did everything they could—
In order to eradicate the Elf's bloodline, searching for a brand new power system, forging a new pathway.
To enable the Elf Clan to roam the world without relying on bloodline power and innate talents, living under the sun.
Once the Authority of the bloodline is used,
everything she insists on and pursues would lose its meaning...
This drifting lasted for an unknown period of time.
Until the wounds densely covered her body, staining the originally pure white robe in a crimson hue, excessive blood loss made the Golden Elf's consciousness blur.
She finally perceived it.
In that endless Void, that nearly infinite, rootless source of immense energy.
"Not derived from the creator, nor from Sun God, nor any deities' grace."
"But energy wandering within the Astral Realm and Dimensional Void, entirely ownerless."
"As long as one comprehends and recognizes the principles and laws of the world, utilizing this sourceless energy to weave corresponding structure models."
"Then as for the power exerted, the upper limit it can touch should not be inferior to any deity."
"Even including the creator who brought all those calamities."
When truly perceiving that sourceless energy from the Astral Realm roaming beside her.
The corners of the Golden Elf's lips finally revealed a faint smile for the first time.
That smile quickly turned bitter.
Hathaway was well aware that she could never return.
Even though she had proven everything she and those forerunners pursued was neither empty nor futile, but practical reality, it still held no significance.
No coordinates, no points of reference, no guidance from an anchor.
She could no longer return to the Lost Island.
The only end awaiting her is to drift aimlessly in this cold Void.
Until her lifespan runs out, or perhaps first consumed by spatial chaos, becoming yet another corpse lost in The Void.
Hathaway gently closed her eyes.
Allowing the raging spatial chaos to carry her, drifting aimlessly in the pitch-black Void.
Though she left behind complete experimental records and data within the Royal Court—
If, following the recorded information and steps like copying a model, and being prepared with protection and location, the Council Elders could enter sequentially and orderly.
Then her fellow elves could still discover this treasure of unlimited potential in The Void.
Given the current council's attitude towards her,
It seems she was somewhat delusional.
And the treasure of knowledge gained through countless Sub-space realms, sacrificing youth, blood, and lengthy time by ancestral Council Elders,
Is destined only to be permanently buried in this cold Void.
The soft whisper of the Golden Elf dissipated into the dark Void, unheard.
But in the next moment,
Hathaway heard someone speaking softly by her ear. The most update n0vels are published on N0velFire.ɴet
"It's truly the first time I've seen you in such a sorry state, Master..."
"No, we're strangers right now."
"If it were me being approached so oddly, I'd only consider the other party a rogue."
A pleasant chuckle sounded.
"Well then, let's start over."
"First meeting, beautiful Golden Elf lady."
Hathaway turned around in astonishment.
Behind her not far away, a black-haired, black-eyed young man leaned against the cockpit of a massive metallic construct, swinging his legs as he looked towards her.
The young man glanced at the pitch-black, profound Void around them, slightly furrowing his brows.
"For such an important first encounter between the male lead and female lead, the background light is a bit too dim."
He reached into his breast pocket and took out a branch, flicking it gently, the branch was cut by a silver-white blade into the shape of a slender Magic Wand.
"Speaking of which, this must be the first spell cast in the First Era, the ceremonial vibe must be fully set."
The young man chuckled, then lightly waved the freshly crafted Magic Wand.
"The Wizard's spell... let me think, got it."
A fraction of a moment later.
The bright light bursting forth from the wand's tip illuminated Hathaway's slightly widened pale golden eyes.