"Yes, things will develop in that direction," the Empress said, "Then the other elves of Salantir will gather and eradicate the Fishmen in Heather. Although this Holy Mountain can no longer radiate its former glory, the elves will continue to exist."
"But this is so uninspired!" Fyyian said, "I awakened the elves with blood and hardship, making those who were immersed in endless happiness refocus on this world. Your Majesty, look with your own eyes, do those ghostly elves behind me really possess any difference?"
Her Majesty did not raise her eyes to look at those ghosts but kept her attention on Fyyian's movements.
"I dislike things that are stagnant, just as I loathe prophecies that determine everything," Fyyian said, "Since the prophecy that 'I will destroy the Elf Kingdom' has already been broken, I think you also understand that such prophecies are merely illusions. Having destroyed 'those elves', now there's nothing else I yearn for."
