Aftermath of the Primordial's Defeat

The battle with Erysichthon was over, and the Primordial Dragon of Chaos lay defeated. The ruined castle was now a place of eerie silence, broken only by the soft rustling of the newly planted Yggdrasil sapling as it grew. The gang, exhausted but victorious, gathered around, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering adrenaline.

Aetheria, the Primordial of Mystic Elements, approached Aergia, who was still in her Morning Berserker form. "Aergia, have you planted the Yggdrasil Seed on Earth yet?" she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.

Aergia blinked up at the Primordial in a tired daze, her mind slow to process the question. The intensity of the battle had taken a toll on her, and she felt as if she were waking from a deep sleep. After a few moments, the significance of Aetheria's words sank in.

"No," Aergia replied, her voice heavy with fatigue. "I came straight here after I got that call from Esme."