That is the brilliance that has been absent for three thousand years, along with the voice that has been absent for three thousand years.
And along with the history that has been absent for three thousand years.
Azmole walked forward step by step, just like many years ago, when he had just earned the qualification to step into the church as a mage apprentice, following his mentor, he ascended the majestic and solemn steps and stone ramp with a devout heart. Behind him, several priests closely followed his footsteps, and according to the different roles of the past, stood on both sides.
This is the most revered audience ceremony, and every step must not be careless—though the youngest among them is already three thousand and seven hundred years old, yet these elderly elves still step steadily as mountains, without a single mistake.
