We must...purify the land. My brother Elim would help...were they not...corrupted.






We...shall see...in time. But first we must bring them...hope.

Go to the...Decomposed Greens. Tell the Elim there that...Baltasar will cleanse the land.

The hope will...alleviate their pain.




Tell them that I am the...seed of Baltasar.

Tell them that I will grow to...purify the land as he...does.






What news...do you...bear?






That...is good...news indeed. I will bear this contamination...a while longer.






These toxins...they hurt so....

Scratch...my branches...Daeva.


That is...good news...but...I fear it is...too late for...me...already.






Hail...Daeva...I hear you speak of...Neligor.




We do not...deserve Baltasar's...blessings. We failed...the...forest.






Yes...Daeva. Tell me your...message.






No...he is...too late. The pain cannot...be healed. We will never be...the same again.