The Ivory Turtle's eyes were rounded with heat, mouth agape, and blood even trickled from its nostrils. "Hey, hehe…" It laughed foolishly, no longer caring about the altar's inheritance. Its four small legs scurried back and forth in search of the perfect vantage point.
"So perfect!"
"Such a figure!"
"So tender."
"Ah, I've fallen for her."
"My dear little darling, this woman is beyond compare."
"Don't just soak there. Move a little."
"Curse it, who invented clothes?"
The little white turtle frantically peered through the gaps in the foliage, eagerly watching Mariela in the spring, wishing it could leap towards her.
Mariela furrowed her brows ever so slightly, sensing as if unseen eyes were upon her. Could it be the Magi-Monsters? She was a maiden pure as the driven snow, unaccustomed to unwarranted attention, not even from beasts. With a flick of her wrist, she sent out a fierce wave of the sword's energy that caused the leaves of the ancient trees to rustle and fall, blanketing the spring and concealing her flawless figure beneath the water's surface.
The little white turtle grew angry. "Blast it, let me see. What's the matter with you — you're clothed!"
...
The chaos of Atlantis raged on for ages, filled with endless skirmishes and looting, as every soul was consumed by a bloodthirsty frenzy.
Lord Warbringer cleaved through the seabed's crust, delving deeper in search of any opportunity.
The Cobalt Strike Commander and the Bloodlore Commander launched fierce assaults on the Sea-Gulping Whale and others, vying for the priceless treasures in their possession.
The vast ocean floor had turned into a macabre battlefield, with surging energies boiling over untold regions. Massive waves roared between sky and sea, and tsunamis engulfed the Cloudveil Woods for miles. Dark clouds roiled, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and torrential downpours merged with the sea, blurring the line between waves and clouds.
In the end, the Floral Enchantress Commander withdrew. Taking her treasures and the Floral Enchantress' Protégés, she was the first to leave the bloody theater of war.
The Commander shook his head. "We will uncover the truth."
"Commander, I have a question."
"Speak."
"Where on earth did the Chained Spirit of the Warrior Tribe of the East go?" The Grand Elder had no right to inquire into the secrets of Botanic Haven, but he was truly discontent. He had awaited this opportunity for many years, only for it to end in such disarray. He was now certain that it was the Chained Spirit who had awakened the Immortal Edge hidden within the Golden Scorch and had used it to unlock Atlantis. Perhaps the true Kings' Acceptance had been taken by the Chained Spirit.
"The Chained Spirit has fled, and Botanic Haven has been in pursuit," the Commander said indifferently.
"Forgive my frankness, but Botanic Haven doesn't seem to be in any hurry!"
"How Botanic Haven conducts their investigation is their business, not yours."
The Grand Elder's brows knit slightly as he looked at the Commander's profile, a glint of severity flashing in his eyes. The Commander, noticing the change in the Grand Elder’s gaze, turned to look, but the Grand Elder had already lowered his eyelids, pressing no further.
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