"The emerald sprite's body is like a tattered sack now, any life force poured into it just dissipates out..." Owen explained patiently.
Finn became anxious:
"What do we do now? Should we just put it back and pretend we never saw it?"
Owen looked incredulous:
"After all this effort to save it, it would be too disgraceful to just put it back."
Finn sighed:
"Sir, you don't understand. The ancient lands of the emerald sprites are here in Dreamscape Valley, their home turf. If a sprite dies at our hands, they will definitely not let it go."
"We're clean, that's all that matters," Owen was unconcerned.
Finn scoffed:
"Clean, sure. But we can't afford to have conflicts with the emerald sprites. We will have to cooperate with their investigations, which will undoubtedly delay our mission."
Owen suddenly looked into the distance, a mysterious smile playing on his lips:
