I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Chapter 660 Little Star's Comfort

Alvin's face was tense, and the lines of his jaw appeared unusually hard.

He silently walked to the center of the chaotic ruins, bent down, and almost ritualistically picked up the arcane crystal core that still emitted a soft purple light from the charred fragments and shimmering energy embers.

The crystal core felt warm to the touch, and inside, liquid-like energy seemed to flow slowly, carrying the final weight and resolve of an ancient soul.

He held the crystal core in his hand and turned to walk towards the tightly closed stone archway.

The archway is made of blue boulders, with an ancient and magnificent style. The door is carved with ancient elf patterns and winding runes that have long been blurred, and the whole structure exudes a deathly silence that keeps people at a distance.

Alvin stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, and gently pressed the crystal core in his hand into a groove in the center of the door that perfectly matched the shape of the crystal core.

"Click."

A crisp click as the mechanism snapped shut.

The next moment, the runes on the entire archway seemed to come alive, lighting up one after another!

Starting from the point where the crystal core was embedded, purple arcane light, like a flowing stream, quickly spread to all the patterns on the entire door frame and door.

The door began to vibrate slightly, emitting a low "humming" sound.

Then, amidst the grating sound of rocks grinding together, the heavy stone door slowly opened inward, revealing a deep darkness behind it.

Behind the door is a long, winding corridor that slopes downwards.

The corridor walls were carved from rough rock, and the walls on both sides were decorated with murals and runes that emitted a faint green glow.

The light was neither warm nor holy, but carried an eerie and ominous quality, barely illuminating the path ahead and casting swaying, distorted shadows.

Without any hesitation, Erwin gripped the Naaru Beacon in his hand and stepped into the tunnel leading into deeper darkness.

Stella quickly followed, walking a little behind him.

She secretly observed Alvin's profile; his eyes, which always held a smile or a sly glint, now seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

He's angry... really angry.

Stella thought to herself.

Since she met him, this guy has always been all smiles, as if he could be covered up even if the sky were to fall. She had never seen him show such an expression before.

Only the slightly muffled footsteps of the two people and the faint hum of the green runes on the walls remained in the long corridor.

Stella found the silence somewhat unbearable. She cleared her throat, as if to say something, her tone carrying a somewhat unnatural casualness.

“Hey… Elwin… um, the style of these murals looks older than the ones above, doesn’t it? What do you mean by these green lights?” She pointed to the wall.

Alvin didn't turn around, but simply gave a faint "hmm," his gaze still fixed on the deep darkness ahead.

Stella was somewhat discouraged but unwilling to give up, so she continued to make conversation: "Just now, that twisted wood, wasn't it a kind of liberation for him? It's better than being trapped there forever, right?"

She regretted not reading more romance novels before and wanted to find a way to comfort him, but felt that her words were pale and powerless.

However, Erwin eventually stopped.

He turned around and looked at Stella. The coldness on his face had not melted, but there was something heavy in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Stella."

Alvin scratched his head. He wasn't stupid; he sensed that Miss Blue Dragon was actually trying to comfort him.

Stella wasn't very good at it, and he wasn't used to being comforted, so they both felt a little awkward.

“My anger is not because of Twisted Wood’s choice.”

His voice was a little low, "I was thinking about that Tosedrin."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, as this was the first time he had so frankly revealed his feelings to Stella.

“Stella, ten thousand years have passed since that cataclysmic event that changed the world. Ten thousand years! Even the deepest hatred, the most devastating losses, should have been washed away by time. Look at us now—the Naga of Queen Azshara, once sworn enemies, and the Kaldorei led by Tyrande, have begun to ease their conflicts at sea, able to sit down and negotiate, drawing lines, because everyone understands that endless war will only bring destruction. The once divided elven races, the Kaldorei who remained in Kalimdor and the Quel'dorei who crossed the ocean, although they have taken different paths, no longer harbor the life-or-death hatred between them. Everyone is striving to adapt, survive, and look forward!”

His lowered voice gradually rose.

"But what did this Tosedrin do while hiding in the shadows of time? Instead of leading his people to a new life, he used the despair brought by that catastrophe to study the power of demons! He used that blasphemous fel energy as a tool for rule, slaughtering, imprisoning, and torturing his own people! He turned a once glorious city into his personal sacrificial ground!"

Elwin's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through thick rock and look straight into the deepest evil of the palace: "How could the Syndra elves, this race, possibly be any better if such a paranoid, cruel, and power-hungry madman sat on the throne of ruler for ten thousand years? How could they possibly have a future? Their only way out is to be twisted by him into monsters that depend on demonic fel energy for survival, or to become eternal undead like Irina!"

His final words were filled with deep helplessness and anger: "This is what I find most unbearable. The outside world is struggling to find coexistence and healing, but here, time seems to be frozen in the darkest moment, and it is constantly sliding into an even deeper abyss."

Stella listened quietly, watching the anger burning in his eyes, and suddenly realized that this man, who usually seemed so unserious, actually harbored something far heavier than she had imagined.

She stopped trying to comfort him with clumsy words, and silently took a step closer to him, stiffly reaching out her hand, standing on tiptoe to touch Alvin's hair, and gently ruffling it.

"What's this??"

"No, don't speak!"

Stella applied a little force with her hands, messing up Alvin's hair.

"The fate of the Sindra has changed today. Go for it, I support you!"

Stella's face was already flushed as she spoke, but in the dim light, Alvin couldn't notice.

"Um... thank you, little star..."

Stella blushed even more when she heard Alvin call her by that name, thinking that she should retort.

But by hesitating for just a moment, the best time to complain has already passed. If you say it now, it will only make you seem more concerned!

"Hmm... It's good that you know how to be grateful!"

My God! What am I saying?!

Stella regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself!

"Alright! I'm motivated again!"