"This is the land your forefathers protected for hundreds of years. Thousands of years ago, your ancestors came here believing I would lend a hand in the survival of Yggdrasil's children… and I refused," said the beautiful green lady, a being shaped from vines, leaves, and living nature.
Eleanor waited, sensing there was more the woman wished to say. She had no idea how one was supposed to respond in a moment like this.
After a pause, the lady continued, "I am the spirit of this land. As its spirit, I am pitiless; I do not engage in the petty scuffles of mortals. I do not hide my beauty in the face of mortal cruelty or suffering. Society… and its hideousness… is your own creation. In the midst of murder, vengeance, and barbarism, I can only watch from the distance and perform my duty. Once you are born in this land, you must die. Death is the only truth of life. No one escapes universal nature or the implacable serenity of the sky."
