*Wooooong—*

Inside, there was light.

Mysterious green orbs of light floated in the air, shining brightly.

A warm light. A comforting light.

The lights flickered brightly, but somehow, they seemed sorrowful.

"So... that’s it! The spirits of the World Tree!"

Behind me, I heard Palman’s voice, who had hurriedly followed me in.

"They’ve been protecting us all this time! Even after losing their priestess... they’ve protected the dying World Tree and us elves, staying with us until the very end!"

He knelt down, his fists clenched, and his body trembled.

"..."

The flickering green orbs of light.

These were the …