The time of the Elim is passing.

Each day without night, night without day, we slip into madness.

I may well be next...

Player: "What is causing this?"

This place. We called it Woden long ago. It was given the Blessing of Life.

Then, it, and we, were sucked into a black vortex.

Our energy drains away, and each brother that falls is born again as a Root Scout, to contaminate the rest.


Player: "Is there any way to stop this?"

For them? No. They are lost to time.

But you could help the Root Scouts go back to the nature according to the providence of all creations.

This is the only way to give them peace.

Player: Accept.

You are truly a friend to Elim.

Watch out for Root Scouts hiding inside the land.

Do not waver from this task. Do not stop until you end their pained existence.

Player: "They will know peace."

I knew it was you, Player.

The purity of your energy is like nothing else in this place.

Do my brothers know peace?

Player: "I've done all I can."

I have mixed feelings hearing this news.

Even though they had fallen, they were once my brothers.

Had we never come here, our lives would be ones of promise and peace.