"Every single day there is another reason to celebrate Genesis. We have another race to welcome to the representative. Another trace that we will share strength with. Another race to stand with us." Walker felt like his heart would burst. Good things seemed to be happening every single time that bad would come to push them down.
"It's like the world has been waiting for all of these things to happen. Whatever the world's will is, it has been waiting." Alma and the elves following them all had this feeling.
The elven races were more in tune with magic and mana. They believed that the will of the world was strange and always present. It gave everyone the tools to live as they needed. To follow paths that would bring them joy. This moment was a picture of how the world had given the harpies the chance to become a race as they always wished. That the harpies deserved.
