He gently patted his throat a few times, helping the stubborn food remnants that refused to go down complete their final journey into his stomach, lest his previous efforts be wasted.
After tidying himself up, he securely fastened the Moonlight Longsword to his waist, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and strode out.
He walked straight toward the center of the camp, in the direction of the gnarled, sprawling roots of the World Tree, which exuded a vast and ancient aura.
Gazing at the World Tree's roots, which were as majestic as a mountain range and reached up toward the rocky dome of the cavern, Roland's thoughts began to drift.
Ever since his battle with Corellon, a question had lingered in his mind.
Why had the Surface Elves immediately regained their Casting Ability after Tula's avatar perished?
It wasn't until he returned to the Zor Camp and once again personally felt the World Tree's vast and unique aura of life and Magic that a theory began to take shape.
