If there had been others here, they would have easily determined that the daring nymph had died in an instant; her body had lost its life, leaving only the undecaying shell innate to elves.
However, at this moment, Moanda's consciousness was otherwise.
From life to death, and from death back to life, she felt as if she had relived the process of 'birth' once again, and at a certain moment, the nymph felt she had touched a vast and great consciousness. The gap between them was so immense, like a grain of sand to a mountain, a drop of water to a river, yet they were also so similar and close, making Moanda feel such peace and beauty.
