The speaker was a thin man, though his face was blurred and indistinct—only his wine-red hair could be clearly seen.
He sat in a chair, leafing through a book, his voice deep as he spoke, while the little girl who had inherited the name “Lilith” sat quietly on a small stool beside him, listening intently.
“A thousand years ago, the last Blood Sovereign of the Asades family ruled everything south of the Abyss and established the mighty Crimson Kingdom.”
“At that time, our family was incomparably powerful. Even the Forest Elves to the north of the Abyss, those who called themselves children of nature, feared us. As for the humans in the south, every year they paid us tribute with countless slaves.”
“But it was also a thousand years ago that those despicable ones started an internal revolt.
At first, our Asades Blood Sovereign thought it was just another ripple in the long history of human infighting, believing it would soon pass.
Even if the old order was truly overthrown, it would be the same as before—they would continue to pay tribute to the powerful Blood Elves.”
“But… but…”
“Cough, cough… Lilith, you must remember, we are Blood Elves! We possess noble blood! We can never be human!”
“Cough, cough…”
Enya fell silent.
There was a lot to unpack in that speech.
The Abyss, which stood between the elves?
Humans of that era?
And what exactly were Blood Elves?
Enya had interacted with elves quite a bit.
From Red Pine City, traveling north over the mountains led to the Forest Elves’ territory; farther north lived the Frost Elves.
In other parts of the continent, there were scattered Dark Elf Tribes.
There were indeed many kinds of elves.
But elves always had distinct features: long ears, relatively beautiful appearances, and their long lifespans.
Clearly, the middle-aged man buried deep in Lilith’s memories did not resemble an elf, and neither did Lilith herself.
So why did they still emphasize being “Blood Elves”?
The scene of the middle-aged man telling stories faded, replaced by another.
Now, Lilith had grown into a young maiden, sitting on her bed and flipping through the same book that man once held.
That grayish-white Lilith ignored Enya, who stood nearby, and softly read aloud the words from the book.
“Humans actually unified at an astonishing speed. They slaughtered the domineering slave masters of old, hanging them from a towering thorn tree as grand as the elves’ World Tree.
They proclaimed themselves the Golden Empire.
There must have been someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.
They even dared to declare war on the noble Blood Elves!”
“The great Blood Sovereign would make them submit once more!”
“The Blood Sovereign’s army advanced into the mountains…”
“The Blood Sovereign was wounded. The despicable humans didn’t know when to stop?”
“The lands of the Crimson Kingdom are being devoured by the evil humans!”
“The Blood Sovereign is entering seclusion, striving for that possibly existent Tenth Tier! Humanity will pay dearly for their arrogance!”
“She… she disappeared…”
Tenth Tier?
Enya took a deep breath.
Hearing that term, she grew unsettled.
The Blood Sovereign chose to attempt a breakthrough to the Tenth Tier just as the kingdom was on the brink of destruction, only to mysteriously vanish in the end.
In this era, even Eighth Tier existences were as rare as phoenix feathers, let alone the Ninth Tier.
Was it truly possible to reach the Tenth Tier?
Enya thought of that wicked woman—if She was who She was, did that mean the Tenth Tier was godhood?
“It’s not impossible. So, this Blood Sovereign, at the final moment, chose to challenge divinity, hoping to turn the tide, but instead encountered misfortune and vanished on the spot…”
So Enya pondered.
At this point, Lilith continued reading.
“The Blood Sovereign, the last Asades monarch to inherit the name Lilith—before she left, she gathered all the Blood Elves’ bloodline into herself. The power of the Blood Elves was taken away by her, leaving us no different from humans.”
“Fortunately, this allowed us to escape the Great Purge. The last surviving branch of the Asades family lived on, changing our surname and surviving until the Golden Empire collapsed, until the people of the land no longer spoke of Blood Elves. Only when all that became ancient history did we restore the name Asades.”
“The child who inherits the name Lilith must seek out our lost glory, our power, and restore the Blood Elves’ bloodline, so that the name Asades will once again be revered by the world!”
Lilith closed the book.
There was no passion in her eyes—only a fleeting trace of loneliness, and then nothing more.
What followed was Lilith’s ordinary life as a young woman.
Through diligent cultivation, she became a Seventh Tier magic user, wielding the blood magic passed down through her family—a feat that was the limit of the remaining Blood Elf bloodline.
Lilith also inherited the role of lord, managing the territory of Red Pine City with the same care as before, until someone found her and the peace was shattered.
This person was a blank space in Lilith’s memory—his image had been wiped from her very soul.
He claimed to be a historian.
This historian told Lilith that the Blood Sovereign had not actually died, but had been cast out of the real world after completing the ritual, falling into a place of eternal darkness, lost and unable to find the way out.
Now, she needed a guide to return to reality.
He invited Lilith to join the Scholars of Dawn.
At first, Lilith refused, for the Asades of today were nothing like before.
She had only grown up listening to stories of the Blood Elves, never experiencing that era of glory herself.
Lilith did not wish to disrupt her current peace.
The “historian” did not trouble Lilith further.
After politely bidding farewell, he never appeared again.
Yet as time passed, Lilith gradually felt her bloodline calling out—a never-ending cry for help echoed in her mind.
That was… the Blood Sovereign’s call for help.
To silence that cry, Lilith used the contact left by the historian and joined the strange organization called the Scholars of Dawn.
She also founded the earliest form of the Blood God Cult.
At first, Lilith thought she could control everything.
But once the Blood God Cult was born, it began growing wildly and uncontrollably, savage and frenzied.
Even Lilith, as the founder and “Rose Priestess,” could barely hold its reins.
Through years of fierce struggle, Lilith was inevitably dragged into the abyss of madness.
By then, she could no longer escape, forced to watch herself sink deeper and deeper.
Time flew by…
One day, a little girl with wine-red hair ran alone to play in the back hills.
Carelessly, she fell into an underground cave.
The cave was very deep, and the fall left her a little dizzy.
In a haze, she saw Lilith.
The girl struggled to her feet, ran toward Lilith, and threw herself into her arms, sobbing as she said, “Grandma, Henna missed you so much. Please don’t leave Henna, okay?”
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