Long silence lingered between Beltira and Gawain.
It was Gawain who broke the silence first.
He was uncertain if the woman before him, who had turned into a half-plant, would possess the patience of a plant—if she didn't speak for an entire day, he certainly couldn't stay the whole day to accompany her.
"Now that I've finished talking about my matters, it's time to discuss about you." He said in a deep voice.
"Us? As you can see, we are now merely a group of pathetic losers," the roots behind Beltira rustled, and her voice seemed mixed with the friction of sand, "but I see you have set up camps around Sorinburg and are gradually reclaiming land… it seems the final victor of this war has been decided."
"You can 'see' what's happening outside?" Gawain raised an eyebrow, growing more curious about Beltira's current state, "This is… quite interesting."
