After coaxing the lord prophet, Heri, to sleep. The Lord Guardian stood up from the bed and covered his mate with a blanket. He sighs seeing the traces of sleep deprivation on Heri's face. Burdened by his position as the Prophet, his beloved had been using his future sight ability more frequently especially when the barrier was broken. He tried to find ways of survival, trying his best to make sure more people would survive. Since he couldn't join them at the frontlines, he can only make up his responsibilities at the rear.
Once he was sure that his beloved had fallen in deep sleep, the Lord Guardian had come out of the tent whereas a few elder shamans were waiting for him. These elder shamans bow their heads towards him.
Lord Vega, the guardian of the ancient forest whispers to the shamans, "Protect the prophet until I come back."
"Yes, Lord Guardian," the elder shamans said.
