So I poured all my knowledge into implanting this half Magic Stone into Chen Yao’s body, waiting quietly for his revival—while Order slipped away without a sound.

But the peace didn’t last. Disaster caught up with us again. Those greedy bastards refused to let us go, hunting us relentlessly.

We were *so close*—just one step from solving the lifespan problem!

The Twelfth District might fall because of us. I had nowhere left to run…

I had no choice but to send the still-unconscious Chen Yao to an orphanage and flee with the injured Ling. Truly, we had nowhere to go.

This world no longer held a place for us.

“Then let’s go to the Abyss,” Ling said.

I agreed. We stood before the Abyssal Rift where the Black Dragon once appeared, tore open the unhealed rift again, and leaped in.

The Abyss stretched endlessly, terrifying. The void could kill us in an instant. To shield me, Ling used her body to absorb most of the damage. After who knows how many days falling through nothingness, we finally glimpsed a hidden continent deep within the Abyss.

By then, Ling’s body was riddled with wounds. Her old injuries hadn’t healed—her life hung by a thread. And at the passage’s end? sheer cliff walls…

Yet we were lucky. A dragon-like monster saved us. I couldn’t understand its language, but its intent was kind.

Ling was fading fast. Even the monster’s herbal medicine was a drop in the ocean. Her life slipped away bit by bit, and I stood helpless.

Back in the mortal realm, such wounds would be deemed incurable. Perhaps only a god could save Ling, clinging to her last breath.

I’ll always thank that dragon. Without it, Ling wouldn’t have survived that fall. The precious herbs bought her one week.

Still, I couldn’t bear to part. I carved a coffin, etched Array Patterns onto it, and carried her across this world—witnessing wondrous Formations and technologies unknown to the mortal realm.

I truly wished Ling could see them too.

I wandered three thousand days and nights. My own life felt near its end—maybe from endless lab nights, maybe from old wounds never healed.

I descended beneath this fortress, built a humble tomb, and laid us to rest together.

I carved a Formation to guard our peace. And yes—I left a treasure: the wisdom of my life. The notes detail it far more thoroughly than what I left in District Twenty One.

Night Frost flipped back through the thick journal. Page after page held Formations of every scale, meticulously annotated.

“Finally… I just wanted to see my child once. Is he happy now?”

Night Frost closed the notebook in silence. Li Dogegg and Eye Orb stayed quiet—they knew she needed solitude.

“Happy? Hardly…”

She’d grown up in an orphanage. Watching others’ joyful families, she ached with envy. While other parents provided, Night Frost faced society’s harsh grind alone—underage, turned away everywhere.

Long ago, she vowed: once educated, she’d follow the faintest clues to find her parents. Who were they? Where?

Each day, staring at the two faceless wooden carvings on her shelf, she wondered: *Did they look like me? What would life with them have been?*

Then Eye Orb came. The Calamity Dragon’s power forged her into a Magic Maiden—strong enough to chase their trail. She slew countless foes, braved deadly lairs… and finally stood before her parents.

Yes, she found them.

But these white bones weren’t what she wanted.

“I gave everything to find you… why are you only bones?”

Tears swirled in Night Frost’s eyes—grief, fury, helplessness. Death was fate.

Yet she felt gratitude. Without them, no Night Frost would stand here today.

Chasing them, she learned the truth: she’d died long ago. Her father and a girl who called herself Order—never seen—had resurrected her.

No parents. No Ling. No Eye Orb. No miracle.

Slowly, she removed planks from the Spatial Box’s carriage, wove Array Patterns into a crude coffin, and gently laid the bones inside. Soon, she’d seal this place forever.

She wished to bring them home to the mortal realm—but the journey was too risky. Here, guarded by power, they’d rest safely. If she returned, she’d build a memorial tomb.

“I’m borrowing this notebook.”

She glanced at Li Dogegg and Eye Orb in the corner.

“Not ready to leave?”

“Stay a little longer?”

Eye Orb met her gaze—a flicker of reluctance, and no more.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Night Frost leaped up with them. Her palm struck the ground. Stone and earth roared inward, burying the rough coffins.

She tucked the notebook into the Spatial Box. Next: farewell to Lurie. She’d skimmed the routes—through the Abyss, via the Calamity Dragon’s path. It was her only way back.

“Aren’t you sad?”

Eye Orb saw little sorrow in her eyes.

“Nothing to mourn. Birth, death—it’s life. We never met. Honestly? My heart’s calm.”

“Truth is, I feel joy. I found them. I’m grateful. Without them, I wouldn’t be here.”

Eye Orb looked away. *You turned your head just to wipe tears…* She stayed silent. Blood was blood, even unseen.

She knew Night Frost too well—just putting on a brave front.

“You’re in denial.”

“Nonsense! Don’t be ridiculous!” Night Frost shot back, voice trembling.

Eye Orb said nothing. No need to break her composure.

Then—*shink!*

A mana slash cut the silent street, grazing Night Frost’s cheek, leaving a thin blood trail.

She shook her head, wiped blurred tears, and stared into the darkness. Four figures stood there.

“Hand over the Elven Codex.” (in Elvish)

The leader spread her palms. Night Frost swallowed her grief. *Always ruining the moment.* Elven Codex? She’d never heard of it.

These mood-killers appeared just as she reflected. Sadness hardened into silent rage. She itched to punch them.

The leader radiated Chapter Three strength; the three behind her, Chapter Two. Thick Abyssal Aura coiled around them. *Sorceresses—Fallen Ones in the mortal realm.*

Night Frost tried to retreat—but the leader signaled. In an instant, they surrounded her. What misunderstanding held them so fixed?

No escape. Only fight.

Crimson Gold Flame erupted in her palms. Amplification and defense Array Patterns nested onto her Magic Layer. Outnumbered—strike fast, cut deep.

“…Inferno, burn them to ashes!”

As her Magic Spell ended, the lead Sorceress flipped open a forbidden tome. Too slow. The Crimson Gold Spear pierced her throat. Flames devoured the tome.

One down—instantly.

This foe was no ordinary threat.

The Sorceress leader stared, shock flickering. Night Frost’s aura… nearly matched hers?

Impossible. She was a full realm weaker.

Behind her, two Sorceresses finished chanting. Forbidden tomes and spells locked Night Frost in place. One handed her tome to the other and rushed to aid the fallen.

Two tomes working together—immobilizing. Her Magic Layer thinned under Abyssal Aura’s bite. Soon, she’d burn from within.

“Black Flame!”

Crimson Gold Flame twisted, swallowed by endless black. Eerie purple smoke swirled—within it, the Abyss itself. The tomes ignited. The flames, unsatisfied, crawled toward their wielders.

The leader’s eyes narrowed. *This Black Flame… echoes the Calamity Dragon’s legend. How does this elf wield it?*

Night Frost lunged—two steps across void. But the leader, Chapter Three, unleashed mana. Black Flame shattered. Night Frost flew backward.

The Sorceress stepped forward. Abyssal Aura sharpened into blades at her fingertips.

“What a restless elf… but I think you’ve played enough.”