Shiayar stood under the dim desk lamp, the pitch-black shadow infinitely elongated in the faint light.
He looked through the curtain of shadows at the Golden Elf girl on the other side, without uttering a word.
The single-directional shadow curtain was thin, and the authority and power contained within were not strong.
Even now, in this suppressed state, Shiayar had many ways to break it and see Hathaway beyond the curtain.
And just as He described to Shiayar.
The one on the Black Iron Throne, the Ancient Sun God, was indeed in the process of gradually unsealing himself and awakening his true form.
This involved breaking the seal, the awakening of a decayed body, and the constraints and control of divinity teetering on the brink, liable to run amok at any moment, making the process undeniably intricate.
Even with the rank of the Ancient Sun God, this process was by no means easy.
If Shiayar wanted, he could shatter this thin shadow curtain and flee to the Astral Realm with Hathaway, and in the current unrecovered state of the Ancient Sun God, he might not be able to prevent it. The rıghtful source is novel⚑fire.net
However, this was meaningless.
As the Ancient Sun God said, anyone with Elven Bloodline was merely a pawn held in reserve.
No matter how far Shiayar escaped with Hathaway, even if they fell into a rift in the multiverse, it would be futile.
Once the Ancient Sun God awakened, a single thought could put any of the Elf Clan to death.
The Ancient Sun God even dared to give Shiayar freedom over these two months, granting him free access to the entire Lost Island, and even the request Shiayar made for better living conditions for Hathaway was fully met.
Because He was that composed and confident.
If Shiayar truly cared for this Golden Elf as he seemed, whether he believed it or doubted it, it would all be meaningless regardless of willingness...
Relying on the control over the elves, Shiayar would ultimately have to abandon resistance, merge with Him, willing to have his body occupied.
"Didn't expect this Ancient Sun God to be quite humane..."
Shiayar's gaze fixated on that thin shadow curtain.
"In modern terms, isn't this like giving a death row inmate a good last meal before execution?"
"After a full meal, satisfying some regrets and wishes..."
"Naturally, when the possession occurs, the resistance and will would be slightly weaker, making it easier for Him to take over."
Shiayar's lips curled into a smile.
He had to admit, although he had suspected it, the secrets within the Lost Island indeed exceeded his expectations.
Mainly the current state of the Elf Clan...
The whole race was merely a pawn of the Glorious Era's creator, with life and death hinging on His whim, leaving the entire Elf Clan without any confidence to turn the tables.
Also, Shiayar had not lied about the Ancient Sun God's words.
He knew well that from the moment they first met in the Arcane Arts City Lokiya, his teacher held a place in his heart.
Though logically, since he could meet his master again in the future Fourth Epoch, Hathaway should have survived the catastrophe of the Lost Island and shaken off the restraints.
In other words, even if Shiayar retreated on his own now, his master should be alright.
However, everything that happened in the Echo of History, at the end of the Third Era in Escarnia, also explained one thing—
The predetermined future might be subject to change.
The Imaginary Zone defying correct history, and the Scarlet Queen Isadella wielding the Sacred Sword, opening the Imaginary Zone.
This experience just happened and remained vivid in his memory.
Shiayar was unwilling and did not dare to gamble on the reliability of that elusive Power of Historical Correction.
He could not afford the price of a lost bet.
Of course, this did not mean Shiayar would truly concede as the Ancient Sun God anticipated, willingly becoming His substitute.
The weakness was indeed in the hands of the Ancient Sun God.
However, Shiayar had never been one to entrust his fate to others, waiting passively, only hoping the other party would honor their promises.
As for the dignity of great figures, and the belief that the creator of the Glorious Era would never go back on their word, Shiayar would never believe such nonsense.
Even Sima Yi once swore by the Luo River that he wouldn't kill Cao Shuang, yet in the end, he still met his doom.
This kind of nonsense is only worth listening to with skepticism.
Shiayar preferred to hold his fate firmly in his own hands rather than relying on vague luck.
Even though the path he faced would be more difficult and dangerous.
But ultimately, it was a path he controlled.
"It seems, Teacher Hathaway."
"Becoming the only protagonist in your story is really no simple task."
"However, this is my promise, and it has always been my direction of effort— for the sake of meeting once again."