Before everything changed...the Elim and the trees were so different. They would call...for help, and we...would respond.

Now though...we are both the same. I can only watch as their numbers are decimated. I feel their roots...binding around mine, desperate for help, and I...can do nothing.

There are too many threats...Daeva, and too little protection.

Player: "Too many threats?"

Yes. The most dangerous...are the Petrahulks. They carry the heat of fire with them, and...burn all that they pass.

They must be stopped, Daeva. They...must be killed.

I will soon...pass on. But the trees...must be kept safe. Please...save them....

Player: Accept.

You can find a Wrathful Petrahulk ...near the The Crash Site. Once you find one, you'll find them all.

Stop them now. Kill them...now.

Player: "I will."

So many pressures. This is...unlike anything that has passed before. I just hope...when the pressures finally ease...there will be some of us left.

Did you...kill the Petrahulks, Daeva?

Player: "Yes. They're dead."

Then the trees...on the Red Lava Cliffs should now be...safe. At least from the Petrahulks.

You have eased...my worries, Daeva. Thank you....