Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

136 Epilogue: Burial Song (1)

“The storm has stopped…”

On a slender, elegant, and hollowed-out tower, a woman in a silver moon brocade dress and a Phoenix badge on her chest held the guardrail and muttered to herself.

The extremely clear skyline above the Shattered Sea was reflected in her golden pupils.

There were no thick dark clouds that didn’t dissipate, no crazy storms, or crows that came from nowhere.

The wind and sunny weather looked very suitable for sailing.

This had never happened in centuries.

She subconsciously gripped the guardrail tightly, and her already pale fingers turned even paler.

After a long time, she came back to her senses when a voice sounded from behind.

“Lady Shadowmoon, the city lord of Isu has called for a Mooncycle Conference.”

A guard wearing armor decorated with fine tear crystals walked behind the elven woman. He clenched his right fist and placed it on his left shoulder before lowering his head and speaking softly.

Then, the guard seemed to hear a soft sigh, but he wrote it off as his imagination.

Then, he heard the other party turn around, and silence ensued.

After waiting for a long time, he carefully looked up into the Shadow Queen’s eyes.

In 1764 of the Golden Calendar, with the overthrow of the last King of Mist, Ava State completely bade farewell to the system of royalty and entered the republican era. The seven free city-states would democratically elect their city lords, and the city lords would elect a governor to be in charge of the entire Ava State.

However, the woman in front of him had been the governor of Ava State since Terra’s conquest 800 years ago, using the excuse that the overseas threats hadn’t been eliminated.

Therefore, people called her the Shadow Queen behind her back.

800 years was long enough for a High Elf.

Although the age of the High Elves’ bodies was almost infinite, typically, after experiencing 500 winter and summer cycles, they would choose to enter the Holy Fire of the Phoenix Temple and reincarnate because they couldn’t withstand the loss of their souls and humanity.

It was rumored that Lady Shadowmoon in front of him had lived for more than a thousand years.

As the State Lord’s Phoenix Guard, he often had to face all kinds of terrifying things—bizarre spells, ferocious mutated beasts, and sometimes even Lunar Monsters—but he had never felt that Lady Shadowmoon’s gaze made him more uneasy than anything.

What kind of gaze was that? Old, empty, and cold…

More than a thousand years were grinding her soul bit by bit like a millstone, making her more heartless and more efficient.

The Phoenix Guards were the strongest warriors—not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of spirit.

However, even they usually didn’t want to look into Lady Shadowmoon’s eyes—the long periods reflected behind that gaze seemed to suffocate them.

Therefore, when the guard saw the tears in Lady Shadowmoon’s eyes, he stood rooted to the ground as if he had been petrified.

“Vival, the storm has stopped…”

Lady Shadowmoon said softly, her tone as emotionless as usual.

The guard named Vival nodded reflexively and stammered, “Yes… Yes, m’lady. This is also the reason why the city lord of Isu… called for a Mooncycle Conference.”

However, the other party ignored him and continued softly, “He completed his watch.”

As she spoke, she walked towards the glass steps.

“It’s my turn to finish it.”

Watching Lady Shadowmoon walk down the stairs, Vival asked, “M’lady, are you planning on participating in the Mooncycle Conference? The Tacma Church will also send consultants…”

Lady Shadowmoon’s voice interrupted him.

“The Mooncycle Conference shall be postponed to tomorrow. I want to sing a funeral song for an old friend of mine today.”

…

At the same time, in the Tomb of the Kings of Platinum City, another powerful woman stood in front of a white tomb with an umbrella.

It was raining heavily in Platinum City today. Guards in golden armor stood guard around her like statues, and the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the armor echoed rhythmically.

Erin placed the daisy in her hand in front of her father’s tombstone before straightening her body.

“As promised, the storm stopped,” she said to her father’s statue.

“As promised, I will fulfill the 800-year-old wish of the Riel family… I’ll fulfill my destiny.”

A herald hurriedly ran into the graveyard while raising his hand to block the rain. Then, he was stopped by the golden-armored guards.

After a careful inspection and body search, as well as a magical test, he was finally allowed in.

“Your Majesty, it’s news from the Blackwater Province and Emerald Province.”

The person genuflected in front of Erin and handed over the emergency document that had an anti-water spell in place.

Erin nodded.

However, the moment she reached out to take the letter, the person suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a sharp arrow made of shadows from the depths of his throat.

The arrow shot at Erin’s throat like a black bolt of lightning, but a hand made of shadows caught the arrow faster before dissipating with it.

From the beginning to the end, Erin wore a calm expression.

“Black Sword,” Erin said calmly.