Since that terrifying Artificial God became food for sea demons at the end of the White River, more than a month has passed, and the grass on Oblivion Association's grave is almost a hundred meters tall...
This, in all kinds of ways, fits reality quite well.
Beltira seems to have awakened, but she is undoubtedly no longer a normal human being—her body has merged with this immense tree, mutated from inside out, affecting her thinking and language abilities: when she speaks, a deep and hoarse tone mixes in her voice, her speech is slow, her expression vacant, all of which inevitably reminds one of plants.
Gawain looked at her, although the situation before him was a bit beyond his initial expectations, he still finally had the chance to converse face-to-face with this "old acquaintance": "It's a regrettable situation, Beltira—do you have anything you want to say to me?"
