"But what about the war?" James demanded. "The Elves, the Middle Realms—if this thing keeps growing, it won't just be the Avatars fighting it. It'll be everyone."
"That is why I must act," his master said. "I am heading to the Elven Empire to uncover the truth behind their actions. Their war is a distraction, James. Something is driving them—something connected to the god-beast's rise."
James felt his chest tighten. "And what am I supposed to do? Hide? Run?"
"Yes," his master said bluntly. "You are not ready for what lies ahead. The god-beast is not your battle to fight. Not yet."
James's voice rose, anger and desperation spilling over. "I can't just do nothing! I watched it kill Kael, destroy Elyndor, shatter everything we thought we understood! And now the Elves are marching to war because of it? There has to be something—"