Chapter 946 – The Birth of The Elven Race
A voice began to speak through the melody.
Lux could not understand the words.
But Yue's chant acted as a bridge, and meaning began to settle inside the room.
Not translation.
Impression.
A tale.
The birth of the elven race.
How they came from ancient roots and starlit breath.
How the first forests gave them names.
How they were not originally divided into noble houses, high and low branches, pure and lesser blood.
They were keepers.
Listeners.
Memory-bearers.
The ones meant to preserve songs of the world before conquest began carving history into ownership.
Lux went still.
He hated that he liked this too.
Worse, he understood the value instantly.
Not monetary.
Historical.
Identity value.
The kind of thing that could change how a whole race understood itself.
Sira, however, had reached her limit. She cringed slightly. "This is too old."
Lux didn't look away.
