"..."
"So, Hiliard... since you've thrown him to me, should I snuff out this spark and eliminate the potential that might suppress a generation?"
"Forget it. Given my nature, even if I hesitate now, if there's truly a possibility, I will extinguish it."
"Compared to a sun so dazzling it obscures the stars... I prefer to extinguish the light."
"Even if the night sky today holds no stars, it's the same."
The black-haired girl sat atop a large gray stone, her long hair as dark as a waterfall cascading down to her waist, with black fragments like mist constantly spilling out and condensing into small black knives and long needles. Her posture was enveloped in a mysterious haze, mixed with danger.
Yet, it's worth noting that at the roots of this black-haired elf girl's hair, one can faintly see several strands of white hair.
[Golan, I'm sorry, your body has consumed too much vitality and it's likely to die,]
