Elf Forest, within the Royal Palace.
"Your Highness, the mist has landed ashore and is more ferocious this time. Lord Eco feels the forest needs some preparations and hopes to discuss it with you."
"Understood, please have Eco wait for me in the council hall."
Faced with urgent business, Galadriel, who was in the garden, had to halt her daily morning pet-walking routine. She tied the leash to the branch of an ancient tree nearby.
Squatting down, she softly said to the Sword Saint wrapped up like a dumpling in various sealing tools and only led by the leash, "Elvyn, it seems we won't have time for a walk today. Please wait here for me. I'll be back by noon."
With that, she moved the Sword Saint Puki, who was completely unaware of his surroundings, repositioning him onto a small patch of fungal mat to replenish magic power, then left.
The nine seals on Elvyn assured her that the opponent couldn't escape again unless aided.
