Tablet of Vision:
Countless thoughts beyond comprehension sear painfully into your brain. It seems that I heard someone laughing.
The man said. "One more hero you wanted is born here again."
A lady with blue clothes answered. "No, he is just a baby who starts toddling. But, he won't be only under his mother's protection anymore"
A goddess engraved on the way of pilgrimage like this: You are free beings. Yoke called Race, Negligence called Stability. The Elf that got hurt by betrayal,closed the door to the world and stopped breathing. The Mother Tree being rotten.
A voice is heard from the head.
Baby, you are now ready to help me. Then, go back to Aden and put an end to your pilgrimage. In my Temple, you will keep my honor.