Mona spoke at length, and the more she spoke, the more her voice trembled. It was apparent that she held deep loathing and extreme fear for Ghost King Rigongde, and she grieved for her tribespeople.
"My people...they are born with devils in their hearts, and they live...lives of corruption. Murder, promiscuity, and hallucination are their daily fare. My sisters say that finding someone like me among the Zor Elves is harder than finding gold in a desert."
Mona said sorrowfully; she hated the corruption of her kin, and yet she was pained by their plight.
"Sometimes, I wonder, why did God make me a Zor Elf? If He made me a Zor Elf, why did He let me see the corruption of my people?"
Eden listened, carefully entering into a state of Spiritual Cultivation as he glanced at Mona.
She was a soul of utmost purity.
"I too have wondered about many whys.
But I have never truly found an answer."
Mona glanced curiously at Eden.
