Upon hearing the Empress's helpless answer, Fyyian showed neither joy nor excitement. He dispatched a second Dragon Witch Demon into the sky to counter the Great Druid's assault. Yet, the elf ghosts continued to drift silently over the lake, watching the events at the heart of Heather Lake like spectators.
"Empress, have you foreseen something?" Fyyian asked in confusion, "Why did you leave the barrier of the Holy Mountain to come here and impede my progress?"
"I learned everything from a guest who came to the Holy Land. She was seriously injured after leaving your Undead Tower. I glimpsed parts of her memory. It seems the situation is unfolding exactly as my daughter foresaw seven hundred years ago: the Elf Kingdom stands at a crossroads."
"A crossroads? Do you still believe there is hope here?"
