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A gray-haired figure stood alone, next to his tent, pondering on everything he did. Did he make an impact on his old home for the better, or make everything worse? Was he a positive influence, or a negative? Will the product of his actions on Earth even last? Every question led to another. This person, the former Arch-Nephilim, placed a hand on one of his eyes, tracing the scar he received from a demon while rescuing the woman he loved from the grasp of a succubus, more than a century ago, before the war between Nephilim even began. David wished Lanuya was alive and in the Elven Realm with him. He missed her, more than anyone could ever hope to realize.

Meanwhile, two Guardians made their way to the Elven Realm, in search of him so they could protect ensure his safety. One of them was David Gideon's distant cousin, Benjamin Legard, merely age 20. This was his first assignment, one which he volunteered for.

"Alright, Myra. It may be beh..." Benjamin would always stutter or struggled with words whenever he spoke. It was just how he was with speech. "It may be best if we set up camp, here. We're next to a river, so water won't be a problem." He knew the Guardian he was working with was much older than him, yet he saw her as a peer, considering she appeared to be in his age group.