I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World-Chapter 18: Water From The Elunarian Spring

The Eternal Tree suddenly shone with divine radiance, illuminating the night with a soft, silver glow.

Tiny orbs of starlight began forming among its thick branches, like fruit ripening in an instant. Soon, the orbs started detaching, floating into the air like fireflies.

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A gentle, melodic humming filled the air as 500 Young Elves emerged, fluttering their delicate, translucent wings. They circled the Eternal Tree, filling the night sky with a mesmerizing display of light and beauty.

They resembled glowing stars, drifting gracefully under the moonlit sky.

Elaria stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with awe.

"So... beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I have lived for so many years, yet I have never seen this many Young Elves at once."

Beside her, the three elven generals, Lirael, Selena, and Lorien, were equally mesmerized.

They had fought in many battles, witnessed both the brutality of war and the elegance of magic, yet this sight left them speechless.

To see so many Young Elves gathered at once was something beyond imagination.

Renjiro, too, smiled.

Although Young Elves had no use in battle, their presence alone was enough to boost the morale of his people.

They were a symbol of growth, of hope—proof that the Elf race was thriving once more. And in times of war, hope was just as important as strength.

....

After a long moment, the Tree Spirit let out a soft sigh.

"I have lost my power once more..." it murmured. Then, turning its wise gaze to Renjiro, it spoke again.

"Hmmm, if I had enough gold, I could create 100,000 Young Elves in a single day. Imagine it—the Elf Land reborn, returning to the glory like the past times."

Renjiro chuckled.

"Patience, Tree Spirit. That dream will become reality soon enough." The Tree Spirit gave a slow, knowing nod.

"I guess so..." With that, the Eternal Tree's massive branches shook gently, as if laughing in the wind.

....

Renjiro stood beneath the towering Battleborn Tree, its ancient branches swaying gently in the breeze. The tree, infused with the power of battle, pulsed faintly with energy, ready to fulfill its purpose.

Without hesitation, Renjiro allocated 1,000 gold coins for reserves, while the remaining hundreds of thousands of gold coins were poured into recruiting archers and huntresses.

Additionally, he commissioned the construction of ten ballistae—weapons of destruction that would soon tip the scales of war in his favor.

Then, it began.

The Battleborn Tree trembled, its leaves shimmering like liquid emeralds. Beams of radiant light shot down from the canopy, cascading to the ground like falling stars.

Wherever the light touched, elegant figures began to materialize.

Elven warriors emerged from the glow, their slender hands gripping intricately carved longbows, their sharp eyes gleaming with determination.

Huntresses, astride their ferocious panther mounts, landed gracefully, their bodies radiating the raw strength and agility of seasoned predators.

A hushed awe settled over the scene.

Elaria, who had witnessed this miracle before, still found herself completely mesmerized. Her lips parted in disbelief.

"This... this is truly a miracle from the Goddess..." she whispered.

Beside her, the three elven generals—Lirael, Selena, and Lorien—stood with equally shocked expressions, struggling to find their words.

Despite seeing this phenomenon just a day prior, they still could not comprehend the sheer magnificence of it.

Selena's sharp gaze suddenly shifted to the massive siege weapons standing in formation nearby.

"My Lord, what are those?" she asked, pointing at the large wooden contraptions.

Renjiro smiled. "Ballistae."

Leading the group forward, he guided them toward the massive weapons.

Each ballista stretched nearly five meters in length, sculpted in the unmistakable graceful style of elven craftsmanship. While it lacked the overwhelming size and raw intimidation of a catapult, its true power lay elsewhere.

Unlike catapults, which relied on blunt force to smash defenses, the ballista fired massive piercing bolts capable of tearing through fortifications, armor, and even magical barriers.

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These bolts were as long as a full-grown elf, their razor-sharp tips gleaming with lethal precision.

"Even the sturdiest of stone walls will crumble beneath these," Renjiro explained, running a hand over the polished wooden frame.

The three elven generals exchanged silent glances. They were warriors—they understood what this meant. The appearance of siege weapons meant one thing.

Their king was preparing for war. The Goblin Land... was in his sights.

Just then, Renjiro took a step forward, raising his hand.

"Watch carefully," he instructed. His fingers glowed with divine energy, and then, with a flick of his wrist, he pointed toward an empty clearing not far from them.

A beam of sacred light erupted from the heavens, crashing down upon the land with an ethereal hum.

The ground shuddered. Cracks snaked outward, and moments later, the earth caved inward, forming a perfectly circular pit with a diameter of roughly ten meters.

Then... something miraculous happened. A soft, silver glow began to rise from the depths. It wasn't just light. It was pure, concentrated magic.

Elaria and the three generals gasped audibly, their eyes widening as an intense aura of mystical energy radiated from the newly formed well.

"What... what is this?" Lirael stammered. "I can feel an overwhelming surge of mana coming from within!"

Selena, usually composed, clenched her fists. "Something... something powerful is hidden beneath the earth!"

Renjiro shook his head with a knowing smile.

"No," he corrected. "This isn't something that was hidden, this is the power of a divine miracle. I have just constructed an Elunarian Spring, using a sacred spell granted by the Goddess herself."

Elaria turned to him in astonishment. "A Elunarian Spring? What is that?"

Renjiro's voice was steady as he explained what the Elunarian Speing was and what was its used.

"The Elunarian Spring gathers and purifies magic, condensing it into Water—the most sacred and vital substance for our kind."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"From now on, our people will no longer need to survive on fruits and honey. Every elf in our domain shall drink nothing but Water from the spring."