The vision shown by the World Tree came to an end.
"…So, all I need to do is stop the human army’s invasion of the Southern Continent, plant the World Tree sapling in the Extreme North, and protect the elves under Renslet’s name?"
I asked, organizing my chaotic thoughts.
"Yes."
"Will the elves be able to adapt to such a cold place?"
"That’s why the Silver Sapling was grown. The elves adapted to the extreme cold will naturally change to match it."
Once again, the illusion the World Tree had crafted transmitted itself into my mind.
