Chapter 414: Seed of the Divine Soul (02)

Ethan’s eyes fell on the master tamer he had appointed as manager of the Palace of Beasts. The man was already striding toward him.

He was an old man in the third stage, around one hundred and twenty years old.

His appearance, however, was that of a man in his fifties, with broad shoulders and a neatly trimmed gray beard. His build looked powerful enough to wrestle a bull to the ground with ease.

"My Lord! It’s good to see you here!" He flashed a broad smile and bowed at once, one hand over his chest. "Lady Arwen and Lady Seo-ah are in the hatchery. The egg is about to hatch."

Ethan nodded, a spark of interest flashing in his eyes.

He followed the old man without hesitation.

The nursery sat in a relatively elevated part of the Goldenveil Palace of Beasts, right in the heart of the structure.

It was essentially an island, surrounded by defensive towers on all sides and held aloft by massive chains.

Access was restricted, and the entire place was covered in protective arrays.

The area spanned about five thousand square meters, with excellent air circulation and several incubators scattered throughout the space.

Sunlight bathed most of the place, warming the stone floor, while a light breeze kept the air cool. Right now, the nursery was practically empty.

Since Arwen had taken responsibility for the beast’s birth, the Master of the Palace of Beasts didn’t interfere much. He simply guided Ethan there, bowed once more, and took his leave.

The Young Lord’s footsteps echoed across the stone floor, and his eyes soon fell on the backs of two women.

One of them was Arwen.

Her green hair fell freely down her delicate back, the longest strands brushing the top of her proud, plump, voluptuous buttocks.

Not even the fabric of her clothes could conceal those curves; the two full cheeks pressed against the cloth, their round shape clearly outlined.

Her enormous elven tits, meanwhile, were visible only through what a conservative and tasteful neckline allowed to show—which, on a body like hers, was still more than enough to catch the eye.

Even from behind, the sheer size of her chest was impossible to miss.

Beside her stood Seo-ah.

The Korean beauty kept her arms crossed, her silky black hair tied in an elegant ponytail that fell straight down her back.

She wore tight black pants that hugged a butt capable of rivaling Evelyn’s in perfection. The fabric stretched taut over her two round buttocks, outlining every curve sharply. Her chest, meanwhile, was protected by a steel breastplate.

Naturally, both of them noticed Ethan’s presence at once and turned to face him.

"Oh..." The beautiful high elf brought a delicate hand to her full, pink lips.

For a moment, surprise flitted across her mature face, but it soon gave way to joy.

Her husband was finally back.

She ran toward Ethan, and her gigantic breasts bounced with every step.

The heavy mounds lunged upward and dropped back down inside her neckline, slapping into each other with each landing, the soft flesh rippling from the impact.

Reaching him, the beautiful elf grabbed his hand and pulled it against her ample chest.

"Ethan, my love, hurry! I was just getting ready to begin the hatching process. The little one is already fully developed!"

She didn’t even wait for a response, dragging him toward the egg with a face full of excitement.

Seo-ah merely tilted her head in a discreet nod as he passed, her arms still crossed over her breastplate.

"What’s so special about this one?" he asked, going along with it.

Arwen was an ancient woman, literally nearly two hundred thousand years old.

Few things in the world could still get her this excited.

"Can’t you feel it? While the egg was in the final stages of incubation, the Tree of Life reacted and placed a seed of a divine soul inside it!"

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and she squeezed Ethan’s hand tighter.

"If it’s nurtured correctly, I’ll be able to use the body of the beast born here to channel the lost soul of the ancient guardian beast of the original Tree of Life!"

Ethan also had a very strong connection to the Tree of Life, though not as strong as Arwen’s.

The moment he laid eyes on the egg, he felt a far superior life energy emanating from it—dense and warm, as if the very air around it were more alive.

Even the color of the shell had changed, taking on a deep golden hue. Small, beautiful greenish runes pulsed slowly across its surface.

His eyes fell on the egg’s status screen.

[Name: Beast Egg with a Divine Soul Seed

Description: Each Tree of Life is generally able to produce only one or two divine soul seeds throughout its entire existence. Many never produce any.

Elves view divine soul seeds as the symbol of a sacred being. In the past, there was a ritual to channel the souls of great elven heroes into beasts with divine souls, thereby resurrecting them.

That knowledge has been lost to time, but the power of a divine soul remains.

The egg is ready to hatch at any moment.

(Note: Divine souls are the basic requirement for advancing to the seventh stage and beyond.)

Rank: SSS]

Ethan couldn’t contain the gleam in his eyes.

The Tree of Life had transformed an S-Rank item into an SSS-Rank item!

He was already excited just thinking about what kind of beast would be born from it!

Arwen let go of his hand and approached the egg, crouching before the golden shell.

The movement stretched the fabric tight over her plump buttocks.

The two full cheeks spread and settled heavily onto her heels, bulging out to either side, every curve clearly defined against the strained cloth.

As Lord of Goldenveil, Ethan could sense the exact moment Seo-ah activated the player camera to record.

He didn’t pay it much attention, merely letting out a sigh.

Showing the birth of a beast of this caliber—something that, to players, would count as a secret NPC event—would undoubtedly bring a huge benefit to her guild.

The two remained silent, letting Arwen concentrate. Only the wind passing through the nursery’s openings broke the stillness.

She opened her palms, pointing them toward the egg.

With a gentle flow of mana, she triggered the hatching process.

A sharp crack cut through the silence. Thin fissures began to spread across the golden shell, each one leaking a greenish light.

In the next instant, a powerful pulse of mana burst from the egg. It swept through the nursery, tugging at their clothes and hair like a sudden gust, before spreading throughout Goldenveil.

Arwen did not hesitate.

Her lips parted in a strange language, the words flowing in a rhythmic murmur as she guided the birth of the creature within with all her might.

At the same time, she used that divine soul as a lure.

Her green hair floated lightly around her, stirred by the mana streaming from her palms, and the runes on the shell glowed brighter with every word.

If she could revive that old friend from within this egg, it would be a tremendous gain for Goldenveil and for the Tree of Life, which still had no guardian.