Instantly, another fight between the elves and demons erupted in mid-air, but with Samara's absence, the elves started to overpower the demons. The elven Queen glanced at the white-haired woman beside her amidst the battle and whispered softly.
"Go to the Sacred Divine Land. Locate that human and secure the fruit of fate from him before the first shadow general or Samara catches him. I don't want the fruit to end up in the wrong hands."
The old white-haired elven woman halted briefly but then released a sigh.
"No, my Queen, let's just leave the fruit be. The tree has bestowed it upon that human, and I believe there's a purpose behind it. Now it's up to the human to decide whether to consume it or to pass it on."
She glanced at the elven Queen.
"I have never opposed you before, and this is the first time I am requesting something. I understand it's challenging to let go of something so valuable, but..."
