Upon hearing Lynch's question, the kindly face formed by element light points on Vadorra gradually collected away its smile, eyebrows deeply furrowed, as if touching upon a heavy topic. He remained silent for a moment, his aged voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern, spoke slowly:
"The specific reason, I am not entirely sure. But as you've perceived, the elements forming the foundation of this world have recently become very... strange."
"They are no longer gentle and orderly, but filled with an indescribable agitation and unrest, as if an invisible hand has forcibly disrupted their inherent rhythm, making me feel very uncomfortable, even... somewhat anxious."
He paused, the ethereal branches and leaves seemed to tremble gently with the reminiscing, his tone becoming more distant: "Moreover, this feeling... is not occurring for the first time."
