"Ah-uh...uh...what am I supposed to make of this...?"
Rarely does anyone whimper for flowers lost like Selene did now. Those who do are either the mostly hopelessly romantic Druid, or Druid with stubborn old age remembering tales instead of beauties in flowers. Commonality? They are all mostly Druids, and Selene, as a Druid who couldn't leave her leisure time without a shoujo novel or manga (that Demond has supplied her), merely saw an encircling black tar pooling around the barren soils, among the glitters of icy dusts and embered ashes that sprayed all over the wastelands, serving as petals fallen among the divine scenery of destruction. What few plants remained were the only witness of the miraculous duality that was thorned ice in a collesium of fire, if only it weren't for the cost of their breatherens.
"Why...? Jessie....Pessie....even Tessie too..."
