"I must be out of my mind to follow them,"
Nightingale moved forward with her younger siblings, escorted by the players.
Thinking about the symbol that the Elf Mage had just depicted, Nightingale felt filled with confusion and curiosity.
*It couldn't be wrong... absolutely couldn't be!*
She had seen her elders in the clan draw that symbol many times!
It was the symbol of the Elf Clan's former Mother Goddess—the great World Tree, which governed nature, life, and the authority of elves!
However, if Nightingale remembered correctly, the World Tree had fallen a millennium ago...
And it was precisely the fall of the World Tree that led to the elves' decline.
In Nightingale's memory, the family's elders were always nostalgic about past glory, filled with longing for the Mother Goddess and devout reverence.
But, as a new generation elf, Nightingale didn't feel much about the already fallen World Tree.
From her birth, she had been wandering.
