The moon elf woman had drained all of her mana so much that she was on the verge of passing out, and Arad didn't need to waste time waiting for her, and then going through the trouble to make her talk. He had a better and easier plan.
"Cerilla, Jasmine, you two stay here. I'll go check on that tree. Zephyr and Aella are doing a good job watching the elvish border, so we don't need to worry about that abomination attacking back." He smiled, "Believe me, Zephyr can be scarier than me."
Cerilla approached him, looked at the moon elf woman, and nodded. "I'll get her locked up for now. She is called Biana, and today was the representative of the moon elves. A race of elves that only has women replicate through the tree." She pointed at the sapling of Qliphoth.
