'This Elf… Has she gone mad? To willingly allow the dark and filthy essence of the Spider Queen Rose to corrupt her very being for a battle she has no chance of winning?'
Yemiga's mind, built on logic and calculation, could hardly comprehend such a self-destructive and irrational act—one with no conceivable "gain."
However, before he could fully recover from the shock of Avril's frenzied and resolute act...
The sound of a lute, as if carrying an endless, gentle sigh of regret, mingled with a whisper that spoke directly to the soul. Like the most tender yet sorrowful tide, it washed over the edge of his consciousness without warning.
The sound was laden with dejection, sorrow, loss, and the bitterness of unrequited love...
All manner of negative emotions born of "failure" and "regret."
It was so potent, so real, that even his inhuman mind faltered, lapsing into a momentary trance.
"The Love God... Tress..."
