No matter what others said, she was unwilling to use her abilities again; she didn't want to experience a life where she knew the results anymore.
The Elf Queen Hernfurry lovingly looked at her daughter, the only elf who could truly understand Yilinrui's feelings. It was a night seven hundred and seventy-seven years ago when she had a long conversation with her daughter.
"Your name is Yilinrui, not some other phrase. Focus on this name, not the titles before it," she said. "Just as my name is Hernfurry, not the Elf Queen."
The next day, Yilinrui used her prophetic abilities again. She stayed in the "Beacon" Secret Realm for a time long enough to worry all the elves. When she left there on her own, she had lost her unparalleled beauty and became frail. Moreover, the magic power that once surged within her disappeared completely.
However, a smile appeared on her face, a smile of emancipation from the heart. She shakily said, "I foresaw..."
