บท 138: Chapter 120 Eve of the Banquet_1

"Phew..."

Elissara let out a sigh as she returned to her room, collapsing onto the bed. She reached out to touch her chest, feeling her heart beating wildly within.

It was... terribly thrilling.

As an elf, an Eternal Kin, Elissara had seen many long years. For elves, time was both their best friend and their worst enemy. They lived longer than any other creature, but as they endured through the long lifespan, even the most worldly of elves' once vibrant, passionate hearts slowly calmed, becoming as tranquil as a calm lake.

Living through year after year, day after day, many elves would become numb, inspiring some of them to seek out intense excitement, just to confirm they were still alive.

Why else would their homelands originally have been invaded by the God of Lust?

There was a logic to it.