Subterranean Realm

Galanoud's was not lost for long. In the end, she was a Legendary-champion of firm will—apart from Father Nature and the future of all elves, there was nothing that could shake her resolve.

"I've made a gaffe."

Taking a deep breath and withdrawing the faint emerald radiances that were revolving around her into her body, the Nature's Magister inclined her head, the hint of a smile showing on her face once more. "You're right. Father Nature is already gone—I do not have to doubt myself, and just do what I must."

"I shall correct myself if I'm wrong, and start again if I was mistaken. My Legend's way and the elves are nothing so fragile."

Though her words were so, Galanoud appeared not in a fine state. Noticing that as well, she bowed apologetically at Joshua. "It's regrettable, Count Radcliffe," she said ruefully, "that I invited you here to merely speak about such frivolous things."

"It's fine."