At this moment, it was as if the entire world was left with only the silhouette of Lear.
With his feet on the ground and head toward the sky, everything around revolved around him.
The towering mountains seemed trampled under his feet, giving an infinite sense of oppression.
"Isa, sing of the eternal night..."
A faint, undeniable voice echoed in the ears of the Dark Night Elf.
Isa's mind trembled, only feeling a great majesty rushing in, like a distant Divine Spirit gazing indifferently at her soul.
It penetrated the bloodline, shaking the soul.
The reverence in her heart grew even stronger.
Immediately, she began to sing loudly.
The clear sound was elegant and melodious, soothing the soul.
The surrounding vegetation, as though like last night, began to come alive.
The Treants behind were no exception.
Lear's gaze was deep, directly mobilizing the Swamp's power, converging it.
Covering the Treants ahead.
