Vera stared blankly at the figure from her deep memory, countless words rushing to her lips—
Yet the moment she heard the apology, all words were stuck in her throat!
What should she say...
What could she say...
Her memories remained blurry, she had even begun to forget her mother's face.
But now, as the Elf Queen truly appeared before her, those buried past events suddenly became incredibly clear—
That day, the Demon Clan's army advanced, the Elven Sanctum teetered on the brink.
This eternally noble queen, as untouchable as frost and snow, in the final moment...
Sealed the entire Elven Sanctum, exiling it beyond the Alternate Space.
Only now does she remember...
When the Elf Queen sent her into the Sanctum, those always regal eyes unexpectedly revealed a hint of softness:
"Vera..."
"The future of the Elven Race... is entrusted to you!"
Back then, she didn't understand.
She didn't understand why the entire burden of the race was placed on her shoulders!
