Pro-Human Mask: Welcome back, Ephemural. It’s been a while since you’ve come to this realm.
Pro-Human Mask: You’ve fallen apart. Just like your little race. It was a bold move, altering the mind of my warrior. You knew if you killed him, more would just take his place.
Pro-Human Mask: Instead you had him fall for the enemy. Now that’s clever.
Pro-Human Mask: Unfortunately, that little Keidran fell in love as well. When the time came, you couldn’t split them up. Now, without Flora, the Tiger an Wolf Clans have no alliance. Already, the wolves have chosen not to join the others, so sure that they can defend themselves.
Pro-Human Mask: One by one, the clans will fall. Until only my race shall rule this earth.
Ephemural: (thoughts) He may be speaking the truth. The outcome lies on the mortals now. My powers are weakened. I cannot risk attempting to enter the world again for some time.
Ephemural: (thoughts) But perhaps there is something I can do… there is another race… One that I have not allowed for many, many years.
Ephemural: (thoughts) I have no choice. I must ensure at least some Keidran blood survives. From this point forth…
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