The air in the room immediately thickened, all parties remained silent as Yggros recited that she knew what the solution to the dilemma was.
They all stared at her in anticipation.
"Speak, woman! We do not have time to sit around." Lucien spoke, an Angel descended from the heavens, he had a full head of gold, fluffy hair. A color so bright it made Rhaenys' blonde hair look dull.
"The heart of the World Tree is fading." She paused, taking a deep breath.
"The only way to save it is by pouring our essence into it." She said again, her gaze fixed downwards as she spoke clairvoyantly.
"That seems easy enough, doesn't it," Banqui said while looking at Alaric.
The old man just shrugged and kept listening.
"All the races, our essence, this was given to us as a gift from the World Tree. Now we must give back. In order to preserve the way of the world, we must sacrifice."
