The World Tree’s Nightmare (Illustration)

Ferda recalled the way Erika had looked when she hated them.

He wondered why Erika showed such hostility toward the elves and why she had subtly engaged in a battle of wills when speaking with the Grand Chieftain.

They had once been close.

Close enough, once, to become engaged.

“That High Elf must have coveted Iorga’s magic. Seeing someone like you, it’s hardly surprising.”

“Fool! It was the other way around!”

Cypress shouted in a fit of rage.

“Do you know what kind of tyranny that so-called knowledge and reason committed? He lured my fiancée into a trap and killed her! She… even after she gave him everything! He treated Iorga no differently from a mere mortal!”

Cypress was an enemy.

Nothing was more foolish than believing an enemy’s words...