Chapter 117

As the trees thinned and fell behind them, the gentle sun hovered warmly in the sky above. From afar, the elves beheld the majestic sight that their people had so long loved and glorified—something they had only ever imagined until now. Many shed tears at witnessing the scene, but not all; some chose to save those tears for when they would truly stand before their deity.

Seeing their journey’s final destination draw near and the apple tree lifting skyward, the elf at Lykos’s side could not help but feel her anxiety intensify. Questions upon questions filled her mind—many of them things he was far from having the knowledge to answer, especially those concerning Hye. Yet there was one answer he could offer her: “If they demonstrate even a shred of usefulness, I believe he might accept them.”