Chapter 118

“As things stand,” Hye said, glancing up at the great clock suspended in the sky, “I fear you have but a little time remaining.”

The very life‐force—mana—flowing through these creatures is visibly waning; with each moment, it ebbs further, until at last it will vanish altogether. As he studies them, Hye notes the gaps in their auras—channels so constricted in places that he wonders how their hearts still manage to beat.

“What is the bond, then?” he asked. “Clearly there must be some reason you cling so fervently to that tree. Tell me what it gives you that sustains your lives—and this time, I expect you to hold nothing back.”

“O‐Of course…” Vatnsdóttir stammered, pausing to collect herself. “Actually…” She hesitated, as though choosing her words with care. “I’m not certain. We simply do not know. All our ancestors recorded in their tomes is that, in the presence of the World Tree, we should become immortal. That is all the lore preserves.”