Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One
Sylvanna, the newly summoned Primordial God Rank Elven unit, stood tall and elegant, her silver-green hair flowing like a river of moonlight. She radiated an aura that bent the very mana in the air, warping it into crystalline patterns that shimmered behind her with every breath.
She had once been worshipped as a goddess of growth and ancient wisdom—now, her emerald eyes blinked up at Crow, her expression unreadable.
"...You are my summoner?" she asked softly, her voice layered with divine resonance.
Crow nodded once. "Yes."
She narrowed her gaze, her aura flaring just slightly—testing him. It faded a moment later when his expression remained calm, undeterred. Then, unexpectedly, Sylvanna stepped closer, gaze thoughtful.
"I expected a king," she said. "You're... quieter than I imagined. But your power—it's no lie."
Without hesitation, Crow raised a hand and gently patted her head.
Sylvanna froze.
Her wings trembled slightly, not in offense—but in surprise.
No one had dared touch her in millennia.
"…You dare treat a god as a child?" she whispered.
Crow looked at her. "You've been alone too long. Get used to this."
For a heartbeat, silence reigned.
Then she lowered her head just slightly… and let him continue.
From behind a tree, Liana and Astrid both peeked out, eyes narrowed in synchronized jealousy.
"Another one?" Astrid muttered.
Liana scowled. "Of course she gets head pats…"
Far away, the server chat was still exploding, but Crow didn't bother to look.
He was already preparing for what came next. The Seventh Wave. The Sixth would fall before it even started.
And Sylvanna—her aura already knitting with the world around them—would make sure of that.