Morning light had already streamed into the room, and birds were singing in the treetops outside.
Yet on this beautiful morning, the Night Elf Priestess Berisha still lay listlessly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if her soul had long since departed her body.
This was the third time Deren had seen the Night Elf Priestess, and she was still trapped in heartbreak, filled with confusion and misery.
But Deren did not know how to console her.
After all, being deceived in love for nearly ten thousand years was a truly miserable thing.
"I say, Priestess, why do you look half-dead every day? You do not even want the Scythe of Elune anymore." Seeing the Priestess looking like she had lost the will to live, the Black Dragon grew irritated.
"She was devastated by heartbreak." Deren was troubled by this as well. He had originally hoped she would pull herself together and preside over the balance ritual for the werewolves of Gilneas. Yet Berisha remained immersed in the sorrow of her failed love, unable to escape it. For the past two days, she had neither eaten nor drunk, always looking dazed and foolish.
"How about I give you a little stimulation?" Lezi Long looked at the Elf with a sly grin, clearly plotting some terrible idea.
"No, do not get involved." Deren knew all too well how skilled Lezi Long was at causing trouble.
After thinking for a moment, he took out the seal representing Elune and showed it to Berisha. He earnestly persuaded her, "Berisha Morningwind, Priestess of Elune, for the goddess's sake, break free from these emotional entanglements and serve the goddess once more."
But it was useless. Berisha did not react at all.
"Tsk..." Deren's teeth ached. He had more or less settled the