The time of the Elim is passing.

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

I may well be next...
We called this place Woden! It was given the Blessing of Life.

One day, I was sucked into a black vortex and brought here.

The Energy of Life kept draining away and even my brothers collapsed.

They were reborn as Root Scouts and contaminate my other brothers.
For them? No. They are lost to time.

But you could help the Root Scout[pl:"Scouts"]s go back to the nature according to the providence of all creations.

This is the only way to give them peace.
You are truly a friend to Elim.

Watch out for Root Scout[pl:"Scouts"]s hiding inside the land.

Do not waver from this task. Do not stop until you end their pained existence.
I knew you could do it, Player.

Nothing in this place comes close to the purity of your Aether energy.

Did you kill them all, all of those Root Scouts?
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.