Iselia

"… Mother."

"… Mother."

"MOTHER!"

Startled, Elaniel, the queen of the elves, woke up from her stupor and looked to her side. Elowyn, her beloved daughter, was calling out to her.

"W-what?" Elaniel mumbled, disoriented and still partly lost in her thoughts.

Elowyn sighed, her heart heavy with concern as she looked at her mother's reaction. Elaniel, the queen of the elves, appeared lost in thought, her gaze distant and preoccupied.

"You still have to make a decision on how to handle the survivors infected by Kaksan's Miasma, and what to do with the elders who wish to get back at the city," Elowyn gently reminded her mother.

"R-right"