In the heart of Veridia, a conversation was taking place between two of the world's most unique beings.
"Laira, come," Veylara's voice, a soft whisper like the rustling of a billion leaves, echoed in the mind of a young girl from the unchained race"The new fruit is ready. I am giving this one to you."
Laira, who was tending to a patch of rare, glowing moon-herbs, looked up at the colossal World Tree that was her friend and patron.
"Lady Veylara, I… I have already eaten two of your fruits in my lifetime," she replied, her voice humble, her demonic features softened by her gentleness. "Shouldn't this one go to another champion?"
Laira was already one of the strongest mortals in Veridia. Her innate Nature-Lover talent, a gift she had been born with, had skyrocketed to the SS-Grade.
This was because her primary connection, her first and most important bond, was with Veylara herself.
