"..."
The last of the legendary figures looked at the glow of the fluorescent plants all around, silently frowning.
Among all the Dark Elves, his appearance was considered outstanding. Although he appeared to be in his early twenties, his every movement exuded a special mature charm.
This Dark Elf hesitated for a moment before walking deeper along the path between the trees.
He quickly leaped through the forest and soon arrived at the giant tree in the center.
That is...
He stopped his steps, hesitated for a moment, and did not rush closer. From a distance, he said loudly, "Svanni! It's me, your father!"
He waited for a while, seeing no movement from the treehouse, moved his lips, suppressed the unease in his heart, and continued to shout:
"I know you resent me, think I was the one who killed your mother."
"Your mother's death... it certainly wasn't an accident, but it was not my fault!"
