Enya’s falling speed was not too fast.
As she jumped down, she simultaneously cast a lightweight Magic.
About a hundred meters down from the starting point, the perimeter of this massive Well was no longer made of regular masonry, and the stairs became twisted and crooked.
It looked particularly dangerous and difficult to traverse; one slight oversight could easily lead to a slip or a fall.
Before long, Enya could see the scenery at the very bottom: a rushing underground stream.
The torch she had thrown down earlier was extinguished the moment it hit the water, and was subsequently swept away into the waterway.
The current was very swift, to the point where even sound was drowned out by it.
Was this once a large-scale Well?
Enya lightly flapped her wings and landed on the ground by the shore. The spot where she stood was also the final step of those stairs, and beside it was a door that had not been opened.
From the moment she began her descent, Enya’s perception had been spread out.
She did not sense the presence of any living person nearby, though there were some dead ones—just behind this door.
Sophia manipulated the wind, carrying Nina down with her.
They arrived at Enya’s side and turned their gaze toward that tightly closed small wooden door.
This wooden door was situated in a dark, damp place that never saw natural light.
Tiny white mushrooms had already grown within the narrow crevices of the wooden planks.
Around the edge touching the ground, moss had spread up twenty or thirty centimeters, and the entire wooden door appeared to be waterlogged.
Only the door handle was different.
It looked polished, as if someone frequently grasped it. Over time, the handle had developed a smooth patina.
Sophia’s gaze moved from the door to Enya, who was standing before it.
At this moment, the Elf Miss had a deep, pensive look in her eyes.
Enya noticed her staring.
Enya turned around to look at Sophia, and in the time it took for a single thought to flash by, she understood what Sophia was thinking.
Why did Sophia come to the Human World?
Her primary mission was to investigate the movements of the Lord of Mist Church.
So, from the moment they arrived here, her work was technically declared complete.
For the events that followed, she didn’t actually need them to participate further.
Enya softly called Sophia’s name, interrupting her trance.
“Predecessor…”
Sophia snapped back to her senses and realized Enya was looking at her.
After a moment of hesitation, she still voiced her thoughts.
“Predecessor, may I send a signal to the tribe? Or would doing so interfere with your plans? If that’s the case…”
“It’s fine.”
Enya shook her head and continued.
“Even at the fastest speed, it will take some time for the Elves to arrive here. Before then, I will finish what I need to do.”
“Um… Thank you, Predecessor!”
After hearing Enya’s words, the stone that had been weighing on Sophia’s heart was finally lifted.
Her hands overlapped, pressing against the valley of her chest, which emitted a pale green light.
This made the girl’s alluringly full chest particularly prominent at this moment.
Sophia saw it herself.
The long ears amidst her hair stood up, turning red from the tips all the way to the roots.
However, Sophia quickly discarded her distracting thoughts.
She awakened the Emerald Pendant on her chest and transmitted the message through the Resonance Technique.
As ripples emanated from Sophia’s chest, the Emerald Gem Pendant gradually lost its luster after five seconds.
Sophia slowly opened her azure eyes. She let out a soft breath, lifted her pure gaze toward Enya, and said softly.
“It is done, Predecessor.”
Enya nodded, then turned back to the door.
Just as she was about to grasp the handle, she suddenly turned around again to look at the two Elven girls, one tall and one short, behind her.
“How about you two find a place to wait for me—”
“No way!”
Before Enya could even finish her sentence, Nina jumped out directly.
She bumped her small fist against Enya’s chest. The force wasn’t great, only making the Armor clank, but the little one was currently huffing with anger.
Sophia covered her mouth and giggled, then put on a feigned expression of grievance. “Predecessor, do you think we are holding you back?”
Enya looked first at Sophia, then at Nina, who was pouting with an unhappy face.
Finally, she helplessly agreed to their presence.
“I really can’t do anything with you two. Fine, but you must listen to me. Run when it’s time to run, and absolutely do not do anything unnecessary.”
“In addition…”
As Enya spoke, she reached out and opened her palm.
A crack split open in the space above her palm, and two exquisitely bottled, glowing blue Potions fell from that rift.
Upon seeing these two Potions, Sophia’s eyes widened slightly.
Though the bottles were still corked, just looking at the color of the Potion was enough to confirm that these were very high-grade items.
And a blue Potion represented…
“Drink this and recover the Magic Power you’ve consumed.”
“This… must be very precious, right?”
Sophia reached out and took a Bottle.
Looking at the bottle that was larger than her palm, even someone as well-traveled as her couldn’t help but be amazed.
Potions were widely used in the Human World, but in the Elven Kingdom and even the entire Northern Continent, they were a rare sight.
Most races in the Northern Continent relied primarily on various Divine Blessings, supplemented by Bloodlines and Battle Techniques, along with a small amount of Yuan Magic.
The circulation of Potions and Magic Tools was very limited, nothing like the Human World.
Nina raised her small hand and took a Bottle from Enya as well.
During the previous battle, her consumption had been quite high, and it was impossible to recover much Magic Power in a short time.
Thus, she was still only at twenty percent.
She didn’t care about the consequences; she directly popped the cork and poured it into her tender little mouth, gulping it down into her small belly.
Nina was bold and hearty.
She finished the Mana Recovery Potion just like that. Afterward, she didn’t forget to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and smacked her lips.
As she handed the empty Bottle back to Enya, she added a comment.
“The taste is just average.”
“It’s not a beverage!”
Sophia raised a pink fist and gave Nina’s head a light knock.
Nina was used to being hit; she shrunk her neck and then covered her head with one hand, dodging a step or two to the side.
She rubbed her head, her eyes landing on the Bottle in Sophia’s hand.
Sophia pulled the item closer to her chest and glared at Nina through her veil. Nina retracted her gaze sheepishly.
Back at home, Sophia had often shared her food with Nina.
Every time Nina finished her own, she would stare at what was in Sophia’s hands.
With those large, watery eyes combined with that “I really want it” expression on her cute little face, Sophia could never resist giving it to her.
But not this time!
Sophia pulled out the cork.
Pop~
As the cork was opened, a dense aura of Magic Power wafted out.
Sophia couldn’t help but swallow.
She lifted her veil with one hand and held the bottle to her lips with the other, slowly tilting it back.
She suddenly realized that both Enya and Nina were watching her.
Her face felt burning hot, so she turned around and drank with her back to the Dragon and the Elf.
Enya cast a curious glance at Sophia, wanting to see what kind of evaluation she would give for the Mana Recovery Potion she had made.
This Mana Recovery Potion was a Recipe Enya had developed herself.
To this day, she had never shared this Recipe with anyone else.
Not even Vivienne!
She was afraid that after Vivienne saw it, she would look at it with disdain and then drag Enya into a little black room for harsh supplementary lessons.
Potion Alchemy was Vivienne’s greatest specialty; Enya wouldn’t be foolish enough to compare her amateur hobby with Vivienne’s professional expertise.
Of course, the main issue was the supplementary lessons in the little black room…
Lessons, ugh!
Enya shook her head, clearing the random thoughts from her mind, and then seriously watched Sophia as she sipped the medicine.
Compared to Nina’s boisterousness, Sophia was very elegant, taking small sips. Unlike Nina, she didn’t finish it without even tasting it.
A person’s Magic Power is usually consumed because the Origin Magic Power within the Magic Core has entered a refractory period.
The primary function of a Mana Recovery Potion is to make them “great” again.
The specific effect was similar to charging a battery.
With Sophia’s first sip, her tongue felt tingly, as if something was exploding inside her mouth.
Bubbles?
After the second sip, she confirmed this suspicion.
Nina nudged Enya’s thigh with her elbow.
“Nina wants more. Give it, Dragon.”
Enya gave Nina another Bottle.
Recovering mana before entering a boss room was essential. Come to think of it, should she start a bonfire?
After the rest was over, Enya arrived before the small wooden door that was covered in the marks of time. She gently pushed the door halfway open.
It got stuck…
Enya looked down and saw that the door was blocked by a corpse in white robes.
She didn’t continue pushing the door but instead turned sideways to walk in.
She controlled her tail to lift slightly. She still valued cleanliness and didn’t like her body touching someone else’s.
Sophia and Nina followed closely behind, both entering sideways.
Seeing the floor covered in corpses and blackened blood, they didn’t show any signs of discomfort.
This was a long, narrow passage where only two people could walk side-by-side.
There were no Magic Lamps; illumination relied on oil lamps on the walls.
Enya led the way alone at the front, with the two Elves following behind her.
Elven Kingdom, Sanctuary of Nature.
On an open-air balcony sat a lounge chair.
Lying on the chair was a languid Elven woman with raven hair. As she basked in the bright Sun, she slowly opened her closed eyes.
She wore a band resembling a tree branch on her head, which was connected to a pale green veil that obscured her flawless face.
The Elven woman with a graceful figure possessed a holiness that was difficult to describe in words. She slowly rose from the lounge chair.
The woman walked to the balcony railing.
Beneath the veil, those emerald eyes looked out toward the seemingly endless expanse of verdant forest. Her gaze remained fixed on one specific place.
There was something there drawing her in…
The supreme authority of the Elven Kingdom, the Saintess of Nature, Eliv—at this moment, a dangerous arc curled at the corners of her mouth.