Chapter 387: To Save the World Tree.

"Are you sure, Lyria? This is extremely dangerous." Her father asked in worried tone.

"Yes, Father. I’m serious about this. I cannot turn my back on this situation when there’s something I can do to help."

Hearing her firm response, her father fell silent on the other end of the call. After a moment, he let out a weary sigh.

"You’re right... You shouldn’t back down from this. It’s time for you to face these challenges on your own, and I won’t stand in your way." His voice softened. "I believe in you, Lyria. You can do this. Now, hand the communication device back to Lord Caelthas. I’ll explain how we can supply you with the mana you’ll need."

Lyria nodded and handed the device back to Caelthas, who had been watching her attentively.

"My father wants to speak with you, Lord Caelthas."

The First Elder nodded and accepted the device.

Lyria watched as Caelthas listened to her father, occasionally nodding in response. The conversation continued for a few minutes before the elder finally exhaled and spoke.

"I cannot thank you enough, Duke Lucian. If this plan succeeds and we manage to resolve this crisis, our entire nation will be indebted to you and your daughter. We will contact you again if we require further assistance. And please, do not worry about Lyria’s safety. I will personally take responsibility for protecting her."

After exchanging a few final words, Caelthas ended the call and turned his attention to Lyria.

"Your father must have explained what you need to do. We’ll begin the preparations immediately." He paused, studying her expression. "However, I must ask you once more. Are you absolutely certain about this?"

She could understand why he asked her, after all this was mainly Elves problem not humans, yet she was risking and helping them. Lyria nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, I am. This is what a Sunweave should do."

Caelthas smiled faintly, a hint of admiration appearing in his piercing blue eyes.

"I deeply respect your courage, young lady. You haven’t even begun yet, but your willingness to risk yourself to help our people is already admirable."

He then turned toward Damien and the others.

"Please stand a little farther away for the time being. We need some space to prepare the ritual."

As the others began to move away, Caelthas reached into his storage ring and took out a small glass vial filled with a shimmering liquid. He handed it to Lyria.

"Here. This is a high-grade healing potion. It will restore not only your physical injuries but also replenish your mana. Drink it when you need it."

Lyria accepted the vial carefully.

"Thank you, Lord Caelthas."

The First Elder nodded before turning toward Oranthir, who stood beside him.

"Oranthir, gather the elders, knights, and mages stationed in this area. I want everyone involved in the preparations to assemble here immediately."

Oranthir bowed respectfully.

"Understood, my lord."

With that, he hurried off to carry out the order.

Meanwhile, Lyria and the others moved to a nearby spot and waited for the preparations to begin.

"What did your father say? How are you going to stop the flames?" Damien asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

"I’m going to use my ability on the World Tree. Lord Caelthas and the others are preparing a ritual that will allow me to extend its effects across the entire tree."

Damien’s tense expression eased slightly, and he let out a breath of relief.

"Thank goodness. So there’s actually a way to stop it." He paused before looking at her more seriously. "But there’s no danger to you, right?"

"Yes, Lyria," Brandon added, his expression equally concerned. "Your ability might be our only chance, but that doesn’t mean you should recklessly endanger yourself. Are you certain you’ll be safe?"

Lyria shook her head lightly.

"Don’t worry. Lord Caelthas has assured me that he’ll take responsibility for my safety. Everything should be fine."

Although she spoke confidently, she chose not to mention the risk her father had warned her about.

After all, she had already made up her mind. She would do whatever she could to save the World Tree.

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Meanwhile, the mages and knights began preparing the ritual beneath the World Tree.

Several elves dressed in ceremonial robes gathered near the enormous trunk. Using their magical tools, they began engraving intricate runes into the ground, carefully carving each symbol into the earth.

The scale of the ritual was enormous.

A gigantic magic circle gradually took shape across the protected area, spreading over a vast stretch of ground beneath the World Tree’s towering branches. Its intricate patterns consisted of seven concentric rings, each filled with ancient runes that glowed faintly as mana flowed through them.

At the very center of the circle was a raised platform reserved for Lyria.

Seven smaller magic circles were also being engraved at specific points around the outer ring. Each one was designed to accommodate a single individual.

These seven positions would be occupied by powerful mages who would act as conduits, channeling their mana into the central formation and supplying Lyria with the energy she needed to activate her Purification Ability on a massive scale.

Standing nearby, Caelthas carefully supervised the preparations.

This was one of the oldest magical rituals known to the various races a formation designed to gather and channel enormous quantities of mana from multiple sources into a single individual.

It was rarely used, not only because of its complexity but also because of the risks involved when channeling such immense power into a single body.

Nevertheless, they had little choice.

The World Tree was still burning, and its corrupted flames showed no signs of weakening. If they failed to act soon, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Caelthas watched as the mages continued engraving the final runes, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

’Please... let this work.’

For the sake of the World Tree, the elves, and their entire nation, he could only hope that the ancient ritual would succeed.