Negris originally thought that the elves had over 9,000 years to wait casually, and in the worst case scenario, they could ask Ange for more saplings. However, when the God of Life suddenly told it that the dissolution of consciousness was imminent, the predicament became significant.
"So... what should we do? Is there anything we can do to help you?" Negris was completely at a loss, and then suddenly thought of something, looking at Ange.
"Birth, old age, sickness, and decline are all part of life, there's nothing that needs to be assisted," the God of Life said in a calm and composed manner, not bothered by the fact that he was 'dying'.
"But aren't you worried about the elves?" Negris asked.
The God of Life replied indifferently: "The elves are just one of the species that symbiotically exist with me, no different from the other plants, snakes, insects, rodents, and fungi. Ah, they are smarter, they should take care of themselves."
