Bed Of Lies

"Well, not rifts? But at the same time rifts. No one knows what it is. But rifts started breaking into the surface world while destroying ours. So yes, that became problematic. But having so many powerful figures solved the issue on our part, and you guys are just so weak, keep venturing into rifts to get stronger. Tsk tsk."

He shook his head, smacking his tongue.

Northern was still thinking after Sura had spoken.

Sura, on the other hand, watched him for a bit before adding:

"Stuart is a short word for Stuartalle, the city of elves."

Northern frowned and moved his head back a little in disbelief.

"Elves? As in long-eared, human-looking beings who can live for over five hundred years?"

Sura cocked his head, "Can't everyone live for over five hundred years? Soul is very flexible with the control of essence; anything can be done these days."

"Eh? Really?"

Sura shrugged proudly, "Yes, I tell you, my friend."