"And that flower went extinct seven hundred years ago, with the death of the last god."
Namidia froze.
The sight of the flower everyone in the camp was told to look out for was… stunning to say the least. The fact that it grew out of the hand of a beautiful woman proving that she was indeed a legendary dryad… was stunning.
But the dryad's words managed to top even that.
On the other hand, quite surprisingly, the human who took the reins so far… appeared to be as baffled as Namidia herself.
He was stunned in a different way than the girl but stunned nonetheless.
And that gave birth to an itching suspicion, a guess that Namidia couldn't help but consider.
She never really chose her path in life. Poverty back home and Namidia's selfish desire to help her siblings left no other option but to become a mercenary. And the last three years she spent in the unit proved to be tough but rewarding.
