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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.
