"Although it may be premature to pose this question, if you eventually remedy the curse that has plagued the Forest Elves for millennia as planned, what will you do with the tens of millions of treeified Forest Elves that already exist?"
Upon reaching the Canopy Temple, where all the priests had evacuated, Nizemar abruptly queried the Presiding Judge, who was etching intricate rune spells onto the altar.
"We'll discuss it when the time arrives. Individuals who daydream about their post-victory plans typically can't triumph. Moreover, I'm not a deity. I can only resolve those problems that are visible and tangible…"
William wielded a bronze ceremonial knife to etch runes onto a branch. He extracted a small piece of Elementium Silver ingots from his inventory and employed Morph spells to stretch it into thin silver threads. Then, he inserted them into the rune grooves he had etched.
