The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 110: The Illusion of the Border

Suddenly, he slowly closed his eyes. After closing them, he found that the brightness before him grew stronger and stronger. The cold that the wind had brought upon his skin turned into warmth. The sharpness of the sound near his ears gradually softened, grew quieter, and finally disappeared altogether, as if it had never existed.

It was like he understood. Or maybe he didn’t.

The brightness before his eyes expanded more and more, and gradually, faint outlines of trees began to appear. Slowly, the tree shadows grew clearer until he could see the veins on the leaves with his keen eyesight.

Dark brown tree trunks, light green and deep green leaves, blue sky, white clouds, brown soil, and brightly colored flowers...

It was as if all the colors of the world had appeared right before his eyes.

Wait, colors?

Eoryun suddenly snapped fully awake.

With a "click," a small stone kicked by his foot rolled away to the side, eventually falling off the cliff.

A cliff?!

Eoryun immediately straightened his body. He turned around and realized he was standing at the edge of a cliff. If he had realized it a moment later, his fate would have been to fall off, leaving no trace of his remains.

He looked up and saw a circular transparent glass floating in the air.

Seeing the round glass brought to his mind the records about the "Border Land."

[ The Border Land is roughly circular in shape, transparent like glass, floating above a bottomless cliff. It is extremely dangerous, yet supremely beautiful. ]

Indeed, The border was beautiful but also deadly.

Just like him, standing here on the cliff’s edge.

When Eoryun realized this, he broke out in a cold sweat, his skin crawling with goosebumps. Thinking about his situation just moments ago, a lingering fear surrounded him. The fact that he hadn’t fallen off the cliff and died was nothing short of a miracle.

No wonder everyone on the main continent said that the border was a dangerous place.

How could it not be dangerous?

He hadn’t even truly approached it yet and had already been lured into a trap, ensnared in an illusion that was nearly impossible to escape. If his willpower had wavered even a little, he knew that today’s outcome would have been either death or severe injury.

Thinking of this, Eoryun inched forward like a snail to the edge of the cliff. He lifted his head, took a deep breath as if preparing to die, and then lowered his gaze to inspect the cliff below.

He wished he hadn’t looked. The moment he did, the normally fearless young master was struck with sudden vertigo, leading him to wonder if he might have developed a fear of heights.

The cliff was terrifyingly high—so high that the bottom was completely invisible.

Ordinarily, one wouldn’t be able to see the bottom of such a cliff with the naked eye anyway.

But this was different. Unlike any cliff he had ever seen, this one, viewed from the top, was nothing but a gaping darkness—so black and deep it looked like a monstrous maw waiting for anything from above to tumble in.

Other cliffs might at least show some faint light below. But not here. Even though it was daytime, and the sun’s rays should have illuminated the area perfectly, this place was shrouded in darkness that no light could penetrate.

The top and bottom of the cliff were like two entirely separate worlds.

Here, the clash between light and darkness was displayed to the fullest.

After observing the cliff, Eoryun hurriedly retreated backward until he put a safe distance between himself and the edge. It wasn’t far, but it was enough to make him feel at least somewhat secure.

If the border wanted to continue confusing him, at least he had left himself some room to fight back—right?

Eoryun shook his head, forcing himself to dismiss such thoughts. The most important thing now was to study the border itself, which hung in the sky like a shimmering mirage.

The initial awe he felt at seeing it had quickly been replaced by the creeping sense of danger.

Everyone said that the most beautiful things were often the most dangerous.

He couldn’t agree more. The border was breathtakingly beautiful, even more than he had imagined. But that same beauty also made it deadly.

What else could trap him in a complete illusion before he had even truly entered its realm?

Only the border could do such a thing.

It was absurd, really.

Eoryun almost couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes at it, though two decades of proper upbringing kept him from acting so rudely.

If he couldn’t curse it out loud, at least he could grumble and complain in his heart.

Setting aside these frustrations, Eoryun realized his biggest challenge right now: figuring out how to pass through the border to reunite with his friends in the Demon Realm.

As for how to get back from the Demon Realm afterward.

That would be his friends’ problem.

There wasn’t much written about the border in the records on the continent.

For one, it was just too dangerous. Ninety-nine percent of those who tried to pass through it by unconventional means died along the way.

Or rather, they didn’t just die along the way—they were killed by the curses.

Eoryun now had a pressing question—after all these years, hadn’t anyone realized this?

If there was an illusion so close to the border, then why wasn’t it possible to just pass through it at intervals?

These were questions, but they were also unsolvable ones.

Eoryun thought about it for a long while, feeling like he must have had too much to eat to be pondering questions with no answers. Since there was no written record of this anywhere, he could only assume that no one had ever lived long enough to record it.

After all those random thoughts, Young Master Eoryun had to admit that he still didn’t have any way to overcome the immediate difficulties he faced.