The emerald glowed faintly green in Murphy's palm.
A moment later, a green ball of light flew out of the emerald. It circled Murphy three times before burrowing between his eyebrows.
Murphy felt a powerful force coursing through his body. The wound on his shoulder healed quickly.
He clenched the emerald thoughtfully. "This is…"
The Elven Queen stared at him with wide eyes and laughed foolishly. "The heart of fairy has accepted you. From now on, you're the new Elf King."
Murphy reached out to her, trying to help her up.
However, Catherine dodged his hand.
She grabbed her hair and kept muttering almost neurotically, "I'm dirty. I deserve to die. I'm a symbol of sin…"
The elves arrived at the top of the mountain one after another. When they saw Catherine's sorry state, they immediately surrounded her and shouted indignantly.
"Filthy night elves aren't qualified to approach the Tree of Life. Get lost!"
