Nazha withdrew from her meditation.
The elf elder looked at a withered yellow seed in the box in front of her and finally sighed.
With the withering of the last World Tree sapling, the civilization and heritage of their elf race would also cease to exist, completely declaring the end of an era.
She had tried to cultivate new saplings, but the result was only failure like now, the seed did not respond to her.
Shaking her head, Nazha had actually expected this long ago. She was doing these things just to take a gamble.
After all, the World Tree was the symbol of authority for the Nature fate track. Only the queen of their elf race had the ability to cultivate it, but...
Nazha raised her gaze and looked at the anxious little loli who had come to report in front of her. The elder's heart was both helpless and guilty.
