The beast which had appeared docile, was not.
It was not a surprise to the felinae, once hero of Meranthe to see it turn out this way, to hear about the disturbances.
Still it soured her heart, for somewhere hope still held on that things could be peaceful in this wasteland of a world.
A promise had been made, to the creators of the tree, to the tree itself as it had saved her.
And thus she would appear once more. Return to the north to protect it from harm. To return the favour and save it.
No matter what.
Quote:I don't know your intent, beast. You seemed kind and wanting to give aid. Now you burn the friends you built, and threaten the tree.
What changed?
It matters not. You will not be left to your harmful intents.
- Kosta Garijn