Starborn Apotheosis: When Demon-Elf Hybrid Unlocks the Primal Codex

The Moment

The moment his little hand touched the seventh idol, it suddenly turned into a shadow and burrowed into Eldrin's body. For a moment Eldrin felt as if his head was on fire, his brain was boiling, the pain that was directly applied to his soul almost drove him crazy, but he couldn't faint. And a stream of ice swam to every part of his body, colliding fiercely with the invisible heat wrapped around his body, making Eldrin feel like every inch of his flesh and bone was cracking!

Eldrin endured bitterly, the toughness and strength he had honed since childhood was revealed at that moment, and surprisingly, he actually held out until all the shadows had entered his body. After absorbing the last shadow, Eldrin's mind finally relaxed and his eyes blurred as the temple of the Goddess slowly faded away.

In his blurred vision, Eldrin saw the beautiful, worried face of his mother, and he finally relaxed and lost consciousness.

"I have two abilities, Mom will be proud of me!" Eldrin thought subconsciously in the drifting darkness.

In the attic, a visible c***k appeared on the altar of the Goddess of the Moon, this rare altar was unexpectedly damaged during the ceremony. Elaine, on the other hand, her face was pale and a strand of blood was running down from her lips, but she did not notice it and just frantically inspected all parts of Eldrin's body, only letting go a little of her heart when she saw that his body was as good as new and had suffered no damage. But when she noticed a small shadow hovering over Eldrin's forehead, her face changed again.

There were lamps and moonlight in the attic, and Eldrin was lying on his back; neither source of light cast a shadow on Eldrin's forehead. The small shadow was like fog or smoke, moving slowly but not dissipating. It was a shadow that ordinary humans could not distinguish, but Elaine, who still had the power of the Fifth String Moon in her body, could see it. She trembled and reached out to touch it, and a vague cold and tingling sensation came from her fingertips, a sensation caused by the clash between the shadow energy and Elusia's divine power.

"Shadow creatures?!" Eldrin exclaimed in disbelief. Gritting her teeth, she once again plunged her fingers into the dark shadows of Eldrin's forehead, her mind murmuring a prayer that had long since become unfamiliar. It was a divine art that Elaine had not mastered even then, but at this moment, her heart had been in turmoil for a long time, and in her knowledge, only this divine art could unlock the origin of that dark shadow on Eldrin's forehead. Even if the hope was slim, she had to try.

Since she had lost her status as High Priestess, she had also lost the favor of the Goddess and all her divine magic. It had been a random act of desperation, but Elaine hadn't expected Divine Art Foresight to be unexpectedly successful.

Before Elaine's eyes appeared a picture of endless nothingness and darkness, only chaotic energy, no moon or stars. In the midst of the chaos, a giant shadow swam slowly along, its seemingly random trajectory finally converging on a single track, pointing straight to that final, clear destination, which was little Eldrin!

The scroll flickered away, and the brief vision had drained all of her strength, leaving her without the strength to even move a finger. Even with all her strength, what she saw once again filled her with deep despair.

Shadows were no different from darkness, a type of energy that had no substantial existence and naturally possessed spatial properties. There were countless types of shadow creatures, and most of them wandered aimlessly between realms. The chaotic energy between dimensions was their natural sustenance. Cunning, dangerous, and powerful, they were a species that mages loved and feared. Summoning Shadows is a well-established spell that can be improved from 6th to 9th level. However, this spell has a small chance of failure if the summoned shadow creatures get out of control, and the mage with magic power is one of the most delicious food in their eyes. Therefore, every year on the continent, we would hear of several accidents where mages were devoured by the summoned shadow creatures.

The shadow that sat on little Eldrin's forehead showed signs of life, but it was not a complete life form. The shadow energy it contained was not powerful enough to be purified by a simple sacrifice. Its role was actually similar to that of a lighthouse, marking a location in the infinite complexity of the dimensional universe and summoning hordes of shadow beings to enter that dimension, the very sight Elaine had seen in her visions. Now, even if this piece of darkness was erased and purified, it would be too late; the terrifying horde of shadow beings had received the coordinates and were already on their way.

And Eldrin Jr. is their seat and anchor point in this dimension.

As the hordes of shadow creatures begin to storm the realm, there are only two possible endings for little Eldrin; either he will be destroyed by the violent clash of energies, or he will be possessed by the most powerful of the shadow creatures and lose control of his body forever. At that time, he would become a vessel for the horde of shadow creatures.

No one can tell the laws of the interdimensional realm, and the shadow creatures that traverse it may take hundreds of years to complete their journey, or they may arrive at the end of the line in a month.

"How did this happen? ......" Elaine mumbled as she hugged Eldrin, long held back tears rustling down her face.

Suddenly she raised her head and looked through the skylight at the fifth crescent moon, still high in the starry sky, just in time to see that there was an additional mark on the moon's surface, like dried blood. It turned out that the power of the string moon had mutated, causing the enlightenment ceremony to change. But if she was still the high priestess of Elusia, the enlightenment wouldn't have mutated, right?

Is this Elusia's punishment?

Eldrin thought bitterly, she had absolutely no energy left to complain about fate or feel sorry for herself. She carried Eldrin downstairs and carefully laid him on the bed before pulling the covers over him. As he slept, Eldrin frowned slightly, but smiled occasionally, obviously dreaming of many happy things. He was a very handsome boy, with a small face that was just beginning to fade into boyishness, and already somehow handsome and dapper. Elaine gazed quietly at her child, the center of her life for the past ten years. While ten years had been a short time for her with her long life, it was now as long as a lifetime. Little Eldrin grew quickly, only slightly more delicate than human boys of his age. This was only due to his bloodline. Eldrin, who had half the blood of the Silvermoon Elf, also had a natural lifespan of nearly five hundred years. His appearance was also a combination of roughness and hardness and the delicate beauty of the Silvermoon Elves. Only Eldrin knew why.

On Eldrin's small face, the tiny dark shadow still floated and frolicked.

Elaine sighed softly, planted a gentle kiss on Eldrin's forehead and left the room. She sat alone in the living room and gazed at the night sky, the past flowing through her mind like water. These few nights had condensed the anger, hate and love of almost her entire life! And now she had to look back on them again.

Outside the window, the blood-stained fifth-stringed moon had quietly moved away, and the sixth-stringed moon, glowing with a distinctive golden light, had risen. When the seventh-stringed moon appears on the horizon, it will be dawn.

The light of the seventh-stringed moon finally spilled into the window and shone on Elaine's face. She was much thinner and much more beautiful, and the mirror on the wall reflected an immensely beautiful figure. This was how she had originally looked, a look she had almost forgotten in ten years. It was an attitude that only a Silvermoon Elf could possess.

She stood up and carefully took out a piece of magic paper decorated with starbursts and spread it out on the table. Then she took out a well-sealed magic pen and checked it, fortunately, the ink mana stored in the griffin tail feather magic pen was still there. This was unicorn blood ink, even though there were only a few drops left, but the letter she wanted to write wasn't too long, it was just enough.

Just the original light feather quill in her hands, but as a million pounds of weight, lifted a long time, but even a word can not be written down. When the first line of sunlight shone into the window, she just smiled and whispered to herself, "Those who can destroy the Elven Royal Court should be able to deal with the Shadow Beings, not to mention that it's another ten years in the past ......".

Finally convinced, she began to draw an elaborate magical formation on the top of the starched paper, then wrote down a long name:

Gordon. Isaiah. Sethanistolia. Malificus......

As the name was written, the magic pen suddenly vibrated, and the entire name under the tip of the pen began to glow brightly, emitting a faint red glow like a burning flame. When the flames died down, the long name had been reduced to an imprint so faint that it was almost invisible. Although the imprint was faint, it was deeply etched into the star pattern paper, and unless the precious star pattern paper was completely destroyed, the imprint could not be removed. As a former high priestess, she actually knew the secret secrets of the bloodline. The burning flame meant that the name written with magic power had already touched the law and been perceived by the owner of the name. Next, whatever she had written would be transmitted directly to the owner of the name through time and space.

The magic quill froze again and stopped in midair, the hand holding it trembling slightly. The signs she had just seen also indicated that this was indeed Gordon's real name. Although she had never doubted it over the years, this was the first time it had been confirmed. With the advantage of mastering her true name, she only needed to consume a small amount of magic power to cast the most vicious curse on him, and even if the current Gordon was already a legendary powerhouse, he would still be powerless to resist the curse. True names were originally the most important secrets of certain bloodlines.

This guy, who would just tell someone his real name... ......

She couldn't help but think about it, but the slight emotion was then replaced by the memory of a large burning and falling forest. Her hand grew cold, but no longer trembled, and in a few short lines she described what she wanted to say, and then it was time to sign. She hesitated for a moment, but finally wrote her name in the same elegant script as before:

Irani. Moon Song.

The star-patterned paper burned fiercely, turning to ash in an instant, and the information recorded on it had been transmitted to a distant place by an ancient and mysterious law.

As she put down her magic pen, Irani also let go of all her melancholy, calm and beautiful.