Chapter 83: Ancient Elven Language
Six months later...
The cycle of time shifted, exactly six months later. The morning above the Greyveil Neutral Ground moved.
A gigantic branch descended from the heavens, its shadow towering thousands of miles. Just a single branch descending from above at the neutral ground’s northern edge.
It was the EverHeart’s root; the sheer spatial power emanating from it was enough to alert the cultivators close to the peak. And of course, the first to sense it was...Zeratheil Mythravel Zephrus.
From the center of Aelvorn, his eyes glowed brightly as his figure vanished from his spot.
"Oh? It is indeed much denser than the previous branch extended. It seems there will be plenty of fun this time."
Zeratheil spoke with a small smile on his face, shifting his eyes, he saw Aldric and Alzerath arrive as well.
Alongside...
"Long time no see, Mythravel."
The gravity instantly shifted as a heavy voice echoed from high in the sky.
Zeratheil’s eyes sparkled in amusement when he heard those words.
"Indeed, it has been a long time, Titan Beast."
From the heavens, a massive figure dropped. The gravity and the temperature itself were affected.
But of course, it couldn’t do anything to the figures standing alongside him. Alzerath’s eyes shone in disdain when he saw the figure.
"Akar’Vor Zhar. What a privilege to see you in person."
Aldric chuckled, taking a step forward. He directly appeared beside Akar, the Titan Lord.
He was at least fourteen meters at rest, his skin was dull, stone-grey. And icy blue veins. He had an incredibly muscular physique.
Pale white eyes, like glacier ice in deep shadows. There were no visible pupils; the gravity in his body was flowing...different.
There were two forward-angled horns growing out since his first ascension.
"Aldric, the grandson of Kaaelen, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you."
Akar nodded and took a step back, standing silently.
Alzerath looked around in confusion. "Where is Nirvana?"
"Oh, she’ll be here any moment."
Zeratheil chuckled, and indeed. The temperature, which had been lowered significantly with Akar’s presence, once again rose drastically...irrespective of his presence.
"Well, well, it seems I was the last one to arrive."
Soleine chuckled as her figure became increasingly visible. Her words made Aldric and Alzerath twitch their eyes, but they held back.
Akar gave a small nod to acknowledge Soleine’s presence, who nodded in return. Shifting her eyes to Zeratheil, Soleine couldn’t help but ask.
"You seem in a rather good mood today."
She commented, which once again drew a chuckle from Zeratheil.
"I would, of course, be happy. Since I can see one of the core branches of the EverHeart tree itself. It’s a privilege for me."
He honestly admitted as he glanced at the gigantic branch that had extended over from the heavens.
"Indeed, it’s a privilege."
Soleine nodded for a brief second. Her eyes shone with an ancient, mysterious light, which was...close to something like—melancholy?
But it went as fast as it came; the glint went unnoticed by even Zeratheil. Let alone others.
Looking at the vast open ground below, Zeratheil exhaled lightly and looked at the present men.
"Shall we begin?"
The rest of them nodded, their eyes shining. Just the thought of entering the EverHeart Realm made their mouths water. But unfortunately, they couldn’t enter, given their overwhelming cultivation.
Zeratheil’s ashen eyes shone, a tint of green appearing in them. An overwhelming life energy rolled off like a tidal wave from his body.
He stretched both of his hands to the sky with his palms open, like embracing a dear one.
"O Vael’Mathra Everheart, selyn thae naeril vae. Ith’rael en sylvaris thae varaeth. Selun vae thyr’kaelis."
He muttered some incomprehensible words, words...unknown to even Aldric, given their...relation with the Elves.
"Ancient Elven language, the first language of the world to communicate with Verth."
Soleine nodded in appreciation when she heard that.
The words, ’O Vael’Mathra Everheart, selyn thae naeril vae. Ith’rael en sylvaris thae varaeth. Selun vae thyr’kaelis.’ basically meant, "Oh Great Mother Everheart, today your child requests access to your realm. Grant us, your grace."
There were only two beings who possessed the core knowledge and understanding of Ancient Elven.
The first one was, of course, Zeratheil. And the second was, unsurprisingly, his mother. The previous Queen of Elves.
Her Verth control and Elemental Manipulation were simply otherworldly; she was hailed as the greatest genius of her time, and possibly of all time.
The cultivation techniques, spells, the knowledge about Verth cultivation, and lastly...the Third Phase of Cultivation.
She was the first one to cross that boundary, and her location was unknown.
Anyways, back to the topic. The entire area buzzed when Zeratheil’s voice echoed. The previously calm Verth was stirred awake.
And in the eyes of the current leaders, the branch shook lightly.
Zeratheil sighed in relief when he saw this, looking down. He nodded at the rest of them, who instantly understood his meaning.
There was no sign needed; the four of them moved simultaneously. They took their positions at four equidistant points around the branch’s base.
North, east, south, west, and Zeratheil at the center. Placing their hands on the ground, they pressed their palms flat.
"The ancient formation is already here; it is dormant. Just help it activate with your Verth, and it will do its job."
Zeratheil’s calm voice echoed, making them nod. Some of them already knew this, even Akar. Aside from Aldric and Alzerath.
Their Verth entered the ground at four points. The formation channels, which were metaphysically carved into the ground. The formation, sensing the disturbance, was slowly stirred awake.
And it began, using the Verth of the five of them as the fuel. A colossal amount of Verth was drawn towards the formation. It began sucking it greedily, but it was just one side.
From the other...
Pure, raw, and filtered Verth began transferring upwards, drawn into the branch’s bark. The ancient thing began absorbing the Verth at a breathtaking speed.
Then, after five hundred years. For the first time in a while.
The Branch Pulsed!
Once, twice. Thrice!
DING!!
A massive bell-like sound exploded throughout the continent!
