But in the tribe, these primal elves who haven't received the blessing, they can't survive; the bloodline of Wood Elves is too ordinary to resist the Abyssal erosion."
"That's called migration, to other worlds."
"Your idea is good, but who can protect them?"
The Great Elder looked at the young man before him, and just as Thorne was about to speak, he saw the elder gently shake his head,
"You can't. All the elves who have received the blessing of the Dragon Tree cannot stray too far from it. Haven't you noticed?"
"How come?"
Thorne furrowed his brow, indeed unaware of such a restriction, thinking his area of movement was already vast enough, yet hadn't expected such limitations.
"Because the blessing you received is a part of the Dragon Tree."
"Then what about you?"
Thorne was somewhat unconvinced, unable to protect the tribe during inter-planar migration, but the Legendary Sword Saint before him should have the ability.
