Elysia could not bring herself to forgive someone who had harmed others on their behalf.
Calming the Storm and Ritual Magic
After learning the full course of events, Elysia fell silent.
She neither wanted to see the Tornado Storms unleashed by her friend swallow countless innocent
lives, nor could she deny the legitimacy of Moros's retaliation.
Caught between these complicated emotions, even the Pink Fairy Lady, renowned for her emotional intelligence, found her words pale and powerless.
However, Elysia's silence did not affect Moros's response.
After waiting for a while and receiving no reply from the other end of the Spectre Jar, Moros spoke again with some helplessness.
"Elysia, for your sake, I will calm those three Tornado Storms..."
"Wow, thank you! I knew you were the best to me!"
Before Moros could finish, Elysia eagerly expressed her joy and gratitude.
Listening to the Pink Fairy Lady's light, pleasant voice, the necromancer could not help but sigh. He raised a hand and rubbed his tightly furrowed brow.
When it came to Elysia, he truly had no good solution.
Yet the slight upward curve of his lips showed that Moros was not actually in such a bad mood.
Still, as a proper necromancer, he could not simply let those who had posed a threat to him go.
So...
"But!"
After a pause, Moros's tone abruptly turned stern and icy.
"I need you to pass a message to the Moth to Fire Council—this matter will not end here!"
The necromancer's words were like a north wind in the depths of winter, instantly blowing away the slightly eased atmosphere.
"Moros..."
Elysia opened her mouth, but in the end, she could not say anything.
Just as the necromancer deeply cherished his friendship with the Pink Fairy Lady, Elysia treasured this bond as well.
Now