[Kamasylvia] The Story of Atanis

As the Atanis Spirit was leaving to be embraced by Mother Nature, she spoke to me. I cannot replace Narc, because I'm not an Ancient Spirit. I can only take you to a short cut by returning to Mother Nature. Find the light of the Purest Soul that seeped out from the Root Realm, and with it drench the fields of Yianaros, the Spirit of the Garden. It'll blend in with the songs of the two Spirits and the Light of Kamasylve will illuminate again. What is this Root Realm? Where am I supposed to go? As I stood puzzled and in despair, Atanis whispered once more. There's a group of outsiders in this forest who came to see the Mirumoks. The youngest of the group, her hair smells of the root. The girl's name is Orwen. For Orwen means "key" in the tongue of us Spirits. Orwen. Orwen. Such a pretty name. I must hurry to meet with her and ask for her aid.

From the record of her conversation with Atanis Spirit, you can feel Catherine's despair.

So, we meet again! What's that? Well, hahaha! An ancient relic is here, so I'm here. Actually, it's not even my first time here. When did I first come? What? Edan was here too? Well... I'd say, a woman's secret shines brightest when they're kept a secret. Oh, come to think of it, I heard Orwen was here too, when she was just a little girl! Perhaps it's all destiny. But why the sudden interest in my past? Could it be...?