When the call ended, Mike fell into a moment of silent contemplation.
Then he looked back at the Tree of Life. Given how far things had progressed, he felt that letting the Elf Ancestor live might be a little rude.
"Please allow me a few more words,"
the Elf Ancestor said, standing firm. She knew all too well that, in every sense, she had no remaining right to survive.
In the previous era, as one of the Nine Races' leaders, she had committed grave errors.
Later, just to carry out her own designs, she assisted the Supreme Demon God and served as his accomplice.
But if Thor wanted to reclaim the forty-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, the Elf Ancestor had to die.
Even if she didn't die right now, once she left this floor, the Supreme Demon God would trap her and devour her like a snack.
