The Shadow Elf had been waiting at the edge of Shadow Moon Lake specifically for Ethan's arrival.
During a previous venture with Ethan into the Chronicle Mist, he had utilized the historical fog to glimpse the future.
In his vision, he saw Ethan and Sherry entangled in significant trouble, a predicament only he, as a Shadow Elf, could resolve.
"I knew well in advance that you would come here," the Shadow Elf began.
"For, upon entering the Chronicle Mist, I employed the art of Divination, a skill known to all Shadow Elves."
He paused, his gaze distant with the weight of foreknowledge.
"In my divination, I saw both you and Sherry ensnared in grave danger."
"Moreover, I discerned that a formidable power was behind this threat. I could only catch a vague glimpse of it, but I do not know who or what it specifically is."
His words only deepened Ethan's confusion, weaving more mystery around the already complex situation.
