Episode 221 Transcendence (1)
Timer, who had been sprinting with all his might, finally stopped when he confirmed that the enemy chasing them was dead. He gently lowered his two companions to the ground and collapsed onto the soft grass.
“Ugh! I’m dead!”
They were all exhausted.
The other two women also collapsed, struggling to control their rampaging internal energy.
“That sniper, that was Harris, right? I’ve heard so much about him, but seeing it in person… He’s truly amazing!”
“…Yes, same energy.”
A terrifying long-range attack that had obliterated the Lycanthrope general’s entire upper body in just two shots.
They hadn’t even sensed it before it hit and exploded.
Anyone weaker than them would have died without even realizing it.“He’s already that strong…? Well, he was extraordinary from the beginning! I still remember that song he played at the festival. I guess we won’t have a chance to play music together again…”
“He’s a High Elf now…”
Timer nodded sadly.
He had participated in several bands as a drummer since ‘band music’ became popular in the Elven Kingdom, but nothing could compare to the thrill of playing with Harris for the first time.
“But Shapiron, you were amazing too! Summoning a Higher-level spirit in that situation! I never thought… Huh? Wait, you look really pale. Are you okay?”
“…I’m fine. Just… overexerted myself a bit.”
“You don’t look fine at all!”
His concern wasn’t unfounded.
Thanks to her risky gamble, they had defeated the enemy and survived, but the aftereffects were hitting her hard. She couldn’t even move a finger.
“Well, at least you’re alive. You’ll recover quickly once you get some rest…”
Splatter—
Another wave of blood poured out of her mouth.
Her face was as pale as a corpse.
“We need to get her to the infirmary. She’ll really die if we stay here any longer.”
“Her internal injuries are severe… My healing magic won’t be enough.”
Timer and Curia, their faces grim, hurriedly prepared to carry Shapiron to safety.
But as they were about to leave,
Whoosh—
A strange rustling sound echoed from above.
From the branches of the World Tree that loomed over them.
“Huh?”
“…?”
It was a familiar sound to Elves, who lived among trees, but there was something different about it, a strange dissonance.
…Actually, it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.
The three of them, and a few other Elves from Drasha, felt a sense of déjà vu.
But before they could even recall the memory,
~♪
A song began to flow from the branches of the World Tree,
A melody that seemed to reach the entire Elven Kingdom… and perhaps even beyond.
There were no lyrics.
Only a beautiful melody.
~♪
There were no instruments, only the sounds of nature harmonizing with it.
~♪
But that heavenly melody, originating from the sky…
Blended with the rustling wind, the fluttering leaves, the creaking branches… creating a song of nature itself.
“This is… could it be…?”
“…Yes.”
They didn’t need to ask who was playing.
They had just been talking about him.
“…Harris.”
Shapiron, still coughing up blood, whispered his name.
Her rampaging internal energy calmed as she listened to the song.
‘I felt something back then…’
Pure natural energy, resonating with the World Tree, was soothing her wounds.
The song that was guiding that phenomenon was far beyond what she had experienced before.
And Shapiron wasn’t the only one who felt its effects.
“Ugh, get the retreating ones! We can’t let them inside… What?!”
“That song… from the sky…”
“…Ah, I can hear the heavens… I was going to confess to her if I survived… but I’m dying… Huh?”
It resonated throughout the battlefield,
Reaching every Elf and High Elf, whether they were fighting on the front lines, tending to the wounded, or retreating in defeat.
The tide of the battle began to shift.
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“Harmony of Melody”, amplified by the World Tree, spread throughout the land.
~♪
Thanks to the World Tree’s power, its effects were even greater than usual.
‘…But it’s taking a toll on me.’
Harris, his eyes closed, his hands pressed against the massive trunk, used “Chosen of the World Tree” and “Assimilation with Nature” to synchronize his humming with the World Tree.
It was a method only he could use, thanks to his unusually strong connection with it.
For some reason, the World Tree wasn’t actively helping him, but it was subtly guiding his efforts, making the process easier.
‘It must be because I was born from one of its branches… That’s probably why my assimilation with nature is so strong.’
Of course, he was grateful for the accelerated growth.
He was reaping the benefits right now.
His humming resonated with the World Tree, amplified endlessly, and then spread through its countless branches.
He couldn’t convey lyrics, as it wasn’t a real speaker, so he had to settle for a wordless hum…
‘But the amplification is far greater than the loss of lyrics.’
He could feel the situation below through the energy flowing through him.
“Harmony of Melody” not only strengthened the Elves fighting the Lycanthropes and giants, but also healed the wounded.
And as the tide turned in an instant, the World Tree rewarded Harris for his overwhelming contribution.
Whoosh—
Something surged from the branch beneath him, rushing through his body and exploding from his head.
At the same time, the barrier that had been blocking him shattered, and external energy flooded his mind.
It felt like the top of his head and the soles of his feet were connected.
…And then, a sense of unity with nature, with the universe, with the world itself, filled him.
“Ha—”
Whirr—
A single breath summoned a whirlwind.
Pure natural phenomena, without any magical influence, were now part of his every movement.
Hans had become a transcendent being by inheriting the ‘Immortal King’s Heart’ and the accumulated evil karma, becoming one with death.
Heinz the Second had transcended the bloodlines by absorbing the blood of thousands of vampires, becoming the source of their power.
Harley had transcended the limitations of life by endlessly pursuing evolution and the ultimate lifeform.
And Harris, after countless attempts at assimilation with nature, had finally transcended reality, becoming one with the world…
‘Ah, this is bad… Everything suddenly feels so tiring…’
But at the same time, an overwhelming laziness washed over him, far beyond anything he had experienced before.
He had surpassed the threshold of mental strength that allowed him to force his body to move.
If his main body was conscious, he could have adjusted his mental power allocation and received additional support… but now, he was alone.
Heinz the Second: Well, assimilation with nature is also a form of mental contamination. It’s only natural that he’s feeling this way, considering how far he’s pushed it.
Hubert: A side effect of using that trait for accelerated growth, huh? Well, not all High Elves can do this. If they could, the World Tree would have already made them all transcendent.
Howard: Wait! What about my wood supply?! I can’t live without it now! Hey, snap out of it! Give me back my wood!
Harley: Khahaha! I’m going! To the desert! I’ll crush that High Chieftain!
Heinrich: Wait…!
Hannibal Strauss: Tsk, I’ll…
His mental chatroom erupted in chaos, but Harris was too tired to care. He focused on the immediate situation.
‘But still…’
Nature was eternally still, yet constantly in motion.
Grass and trees simply grew, water and wind flowed according to their nature.
Their essence was to exist in their designated place, following the laws of the world…
‘But those guys need to be dealt with.’
Harris felt a surge of aggression amidst his overwhelming laziness, and he slowly raised his bow, Themis.
He resumed his humming, picking up where he left off.
Rumble—
The natural energy around the World Tree surged towards him.
He focused his remaining rationality, selecting his target and carefully controlling his energy to eliminate it.
Nature wasn’t always benevolent and merciful.
It could unleash devastating wrath, wiping out entire civilizations.
That was the nature of natural disasters.
And soon,
The natural disaster that Harris had created took form,
And shot towards its target like a beam of light.
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“Kihihihik! Ah, this is bad! Very bad! Kihihihik!”
Lycanthrope King Baucalacas laughed hysterically, his face contorted.
He could feel the connections with his subordinates being severed, one by one.
And the most critical loss was that his ‘Exile’ unit, tasked with reaching the World Tree, had been completely wiped out before they could even get close.
They were his elite hunters, specially trained to evade the Elves’ detection and mentally conditioned for this mission…
‘Even Supellia, who I sent as backup, was the first to die! Khaha!’
He had been confident of success when the White Giants were summoned… but it seemed he had underestimated the Elves’ preparations.
They were more prepared than he and the Revolutionary had anticipated.
“Kihihihihihik!”
But even though all his efforts to destroy the Enamel Continent were failing…
He couldn’t stop laughing.
His subordinates were dying, reinforcements were arriving, and he was now forced to stand on his hands, his lower body completely gone…
Rumble—
He could hear thunder rumbling from the World Tree.
He had incredible regenerative abilities, enough to fully recover from such a severe injury in a matter of seconds, but for some reason, the wounds inflicted by that sniper were healing incredibly slowly.
Of course, even at this reduced speed, he would be fully healed in less than a minute…
“Khihihik! Look at them all coming!”
But the Elves surrounding him wouldn’t give him that time.
One of the High Elves was already being carried away, critically injured, and the others were also wounded… but they were being replaced by even more reinforcements.
He knew that if he wasted any more time, another beam of light from that hidden sniper would pierce his body.
An attack from an enemy of the same level.
‘That Revolutionary bastard, he always gets the important things wrong! He was so sure that there wouldn’t be a transcendent Elf for at least a few years…’
There was no escape.
“Kihihyaha! Come on, pigs! Let’s play some more!”
But he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Kaboom—!
He slammed his hands on the ground and charged at his enemies.
~♪
But he couldn’t fight them properly without his legs, especially with them being strengthened by that mysterious song.
Rumble—
“Kihihyaha!”
And so, the last Werewolf King, consumed by a natural disaster…
Left behind nothing but a single crystal.
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