Chapter 143 Echoes of Bequest

Elara emerged from the shimmering portal into a world painted in shades of crimson and ochre. A harsh, unforgiving sun beat down on a desolate landscape, dotted with the crumbling ruins of once-grand structures. The air crackled with a sense of desperation, a heavy silence broken only by the howling wind whipping across the wastelands. This was Xylos, a reality on the brink of collapse. The young ambassador, Kai, his youthful face etched with concern, briefed Elara. "Centuries of conflict over dwindling water resources have ravaged this world," he explained. "Two warring factions, the Zenith and the Nadir, are locked in a stalemate, each blaming the other for the environmental catastrophe." Elara, her heart heavy with empathy, surveyed the scene. This wasn't just a negotiation; it was a race against time. She activated her universal translator, a device far more sophisticated than the one used on their first expedition. Reaching out with her mind, she established a connection