Deep within the Distorted Forest of Inggison lives a mysterious Elim who goes by the name of Taloc.

He and we, the Yun Tribe, have long lived without being aware of the other's existence; however, chance blessed us with his friendship.

Through this friendship, we gained valuable skills of survival and considerable help in fending off the Balaur.

And now, out of gratitude for his friendship and in the spirit of brotherhood, I shall tell the saga of Taloc, the Elim of Light.

And about the fate of my people that lies in his hands.

I, Stephano, have always enjoyed conversing with all living beings since from an early age.

Rather, I had the ability to communicate with animals and plants.

No one believed I could do this. They even called me a fibber obsessed with getting attention.

Dispirited by the misunderstandings and hurtful words of the people, I came to hide my unique ability.

I only spoke with animals and plants in secret when I was alone, away from the eyes of the people.

It was during one of such conversations I had heard the name Taloc for the first time.

I happened to be strolling through the thickets behind the villages. I heard the whispers of a Dionae and a Sparked by chance.

"Let's ask Taloc for help."

"Taloc follows the will of Aion."

I could hear them clearly.

“Taloc?” “Follow the will of Aion in Balaurea? What does that mean?”

My approach startled the two.

I understood their surprise. It was a Daeva interrupting their conversation after all.

However, the Dionae and the Sparkle must have seen me and my comrades fighting the Balaur.

After a brief hesitation, they agreed that it would be safe to tell me about Taloc.

"Taloc is a great Elim who lives in Inggison. He carries out the will of Aion and protects beings from Gelkmaros," they said.

I believed the story about Taloc from the very beginning.

My comrades, however, looked at me with doubt.

They looked at me as if I were insane and brainwashed by the Balaur.

I knew my words couldn't convince them and decided to seek out Taloc by myself.

Without a word to any of my comrades, I quietly slipped out in the darkness of the night.

The road to Taloc was not an easy one.

Danger lurked throughout Balaurea, and I had never been outside the safety of my village.

There, my eyes were opened to the beauty of the world. It was very different from the current state which has been changed by Drana’s power.

Hidden deep in the forests and areas out of reach of the Balaur, remnants of ancient Atreia were aplenty.

Overcoming trial after trial, I finally reached Taloc's domain.

Taloc was cautious of me when we first met.

In a world filled with fanatical Daevas brainwashed by the Balaur, I couldn't blame him.

I couldn't guarantee there was no Fanatic spying on Aion's will that Taloc was spreading throughout Balaurea.

That is why I kept my patience. But I stayed close to Taloc and earned his trust little by little.

I wanted him to know that I wasn't a threat and that I only wanted to talk with him.

Fortunately, Taloc understood my thoughts. And he told me about himself.

Taloc was originally an Elim who had his roots planted at the heart of Inggison.

During the Epic Cataclysm, a fragment of Aion Tower struck Taloc, giving him immense powers and a resonating voice from within.

That voice was the will of Aion.

Having learned this, Taloc accepted his calling and transcended from a simple Elim to a channel of Aion's will.

Conceding to Aion's will, Taloc's senses became so acute that he could feel the faintest Flow of Aether from farthest reaches of Inggison.

His roots, branches, and leaves stretched out, and Taloc called out to Aether energy from the land and his body became a shelter to Aether creatures.

Aion's will at the time was to "safeguard all Aether creatures," and Taloc followed vehemently.

He maneuvered carefully and managed to go unnoticed by the Balaur, who were caught up in the chaos that followed the Epic Cataclysm.

Taloc's story came to an end, and I exhaled a long and deep breath.

A sense of relief knowing that Aion's will has spread throughout Balaurea and a sense of disappointment of knowing that all that the great Aion could do now is protect Aion’s own life.

My heart was entangled in these two emotions.

However, all I could do was accept our fate at that time.

I won't tell you about how I then attempted to convince my doubting comrades to go see Taloc.

Taloc already knew so much about my comrades from the stories I had told him, and he and I had already developed a bond.

With so little Aether in Gelkmaros, there's no telling how we would've turned out without Taloc's help.

However, we couldn't all stay at his side, for there simply wasn't enough Aether.

With his limited power, Taloc could not protect all Aether creatures and the survivors had their own responsibilities.

In the end, it was our future and the children and wise elders decided to stay with Taloc.

Daevas who were strong enough to defend themselves travelled to remote corners of Inggison to spread the will of Aion.

I will also be leaving tomorrow along with my comrades.

The future remains uncertain, and rumors of increasing number of Fanatics have reached us here.

The rustling sounds of Balaur warriors searching in the woods could soon reach Taloc’s location.

I only wish for Taloc's powers to remain strong until we can all return safely.