The Colony’s symbol grew on top of Sauraus Mountain.

Latasha, better known as Silver Arrow and the Lord of the remaining Elves, lay beneath the World Tree, feeling sunlight bathe her from between the foliage. 

It was heavenly. She lay quietly, listening to the tree breathe and reminiscing about the time when the forests sang to her ancestors. She’d never had the privilege to live in such peace, but ancient instincts apparently ran in her bloodline. 

"What are you doing here?"

Do Jaemin’s visit brought her out of memories and feelings she’d long buried with her kin. 

"Ah, Count Jaemin."

He was a human of Earth that had turned into a Vampire Lord. The one who was in the weird and dangerous position of being the brother of Immortal's woman.

"Were you taking a nap?"

She smiled softly, "No. I was feeling the World Tree breathe."

"Hmm. I thought it was merely the Colony's symbol...."

"It is a special existence to me."

"...."

Jaemin silently looked at the grown tree. Latasha was the first to laugh when she saw how serious Jaemin had turned when she’d spoken.

"Hoo hoo. So why were you looking for me?"

"Ah. Tauric is gathering all the heroes."

"Understood."

Latasha accompanied Do Jaemin as they walked towards the castle built near the World...