The blaze of battle erupted into the sky, the flickering flames grew ever stronger, as if enveloping everything beneath it, taking Elis back to the scene of the Tree Gods and the Twilight of the Gods.
"The gods on that tree, Herodotus was truly formidable."
It was the voice of her when she was still a naive little spider.
She curled up in the cave, watching the fall of the Tree Gods, who sacrificed themselves to allow Herodotus to open the Gate of Truth, facing the man seated on the Abyssal Throne, that truly benevolent father.
After hundreds of thousands of years, the images from her childhood remained vivid, the Elf Ancient Tree spanning the sky was set ablaze, the pervasive firelight blackened the Crystal Wall, and the thunderous explosions formed an eternal backdrop in history.
"Nokron..."
She murmured the forbidden name, a hint of ancient sorrow flashed in her eyes, as her lips curved faintly,
