"The guardian? It has taken root already? In these very Winterwoods?" asked Ivo, shocked. "But there has been no tell of its descent. The Winterwoods are still cold, devoid of the warmth of guardianship."
"Not yet. I'm sure you can help me with that part. The entity in question isn't exactly working at full capacity," said Li. "And I personally don't think you would be able to handle it at its full strength. But I can give you a glimpse into a shade of it, something that will solidify your faith even more. After all, it's easier to believe in what your eyes can actually see."
"Hm, that is understandable," said Ivo. "Yet before that, I must discuss with you a few matters. And fear not, it is not that we have reservations – we do not even need to see the guardian to believe – but I wish to know how you will guide us."
Ivo was blunt. "How much of our ways will we truly keep? We recognize that you are not Morrigan, and so there will be new among the old."
