The "door" formed by intertwined leaves and vines receded to the sides with a rustling sound. A petite, blonde elf stepped into the chamber with spacious interiors from the dim corridor. She cautiously stepped over the plant conduits that glowed with a faint light, resembling blood vessels or nerve fibers, and as she walked toward Beltira, she whispered, "I... I've woken up, heard a lot of noise outside, so I came here to check it out..."
"A lot of noise?" Beltira was momentarily startled but soon understood. "You mean the disturbances heard in the neural resonance, right? Sorry, for waking you up—that was a neural signal from the border of the wasteland."
As she spoke, she slowly emerged from the mass of vines she resided in; the lush floral tendrils and leaves detached from behind her like a long robe and retreated back, forming a throne-like structure. Her gaze fell upon the petite elf in front of her—
