On that particular day, the elder had told Duncan to send the flock away and ordered all Druids to the frontlines to assist the army’s withdrawal. Otherwise, the sheep would have died anyway; the army would have set fire to the eastern forest as a barrier, then to the plains. Despite his abhorrence for war, Duncan still wanted the animals under his care out of harm’s way. And so, he obeyed and guided the flock far away.
Cleric Duncan: Remember to have a good life in a new place.
Cleric Duncan: Maybe have some baby lambs......
Cleric Duncan: Don’t lick me anymore! Go! Quickly!
Duncan the Shepherd blessed the flock and guided them away from the battlefield......
Druid Duncan: Afterwards, it all changed.
Druid Duncan: Hunger was no longer the sole reason for attacks by the beasts.
Druid Duncan: War was more a greater cause.
Druid Duncan: Mother Nature was again engulfed by chaos......
The soldier was pierced through by a Demon’s spear; the blood splashed onto Endor. She pushed the enemy aside and Duncan immediately leaped in, slaying the Demon with his spear. Duncan pulled the soldier back, inquiring for the whereabouts of Nathaniel while treating his wounds. The soldier shook his head before passing out from the blood loss.
Druid Duncan: I will go find him in the front lines. Endor, take your forces and withdraw!
Clearing a path with his spear which could channel the forces of Mother Nature, Duncan rushed to the front. In the past, Duncan detested what he could not understand but now, he could focus on his thoughts.
The humans built the army with their lives to serve as their shield, and sacrifice as a bulwark against Gods and Demons. Yet, each shield would have a foundation; like a tree, the branches may be lost but the trunk must remain. Finally, he saw Nathaniel fighting in the front and just ahead of him, Sean and Molly were retreating back.
Druid Duncan: With the aid of Mother Nature!
Blazing Swordsman Sean: Darn! We are surrounded!
Blazing Swordsman Sean: We must defeat them in one swoop; break through their ranks!
In the evening, the group sat around the campfire resting to ward off fatigue. Next to the flames, Molly bandaged Sean’s wounds while chastising him for his recklessness. Nathaniel commander of the troops, was personally polishing his own armor. Endor wrapped herself in her robes and was likely also resting. Duncan, grinding up herbs, thought back to his travels with the elder, and the remarks he had made.
Elder: ‘Herding does not equate to the control of animals.’
Elder: ‘Herders are simply giving directions.’
Elder: ‘We expel wolf packs and identify the locations of grasslands...’
Elder: ‘Herders are simply the bridges between Mother Nature and the animals.’
At that time, Duncan wa still young and thought the elder was chastising him for his rough style of shepherding; he apologized hurriedly, promising not to mistreat the flock.
Elder: ‘No, that is not enough, Duncan.’
Elder: ‘It is not a matter of treating them well or unwell...’
Elder: ‘As one of the lifeforms that would disturb the equilibrium,’
Elder: ‘we have the responsibility to ensure that it would not become unbalanced.’
Elder: ‘Look there.’
Elder: ‘The seeds of the Dandelions are being sent on their way by the wind,’
Elder: ‘Catching and planting the seeds in an appropriate place is not what we do;’
Elder: ‘Instead, we should protect the trees and the mountains.’
Elder: ‘And protect the wilderness that generates the wind.’
Later, as the battle of Gods and Demons escalates, the Druids scattered as they strived to halt the spread of chaos. Duncan was also separated from the elder as a result of conflict. Yet unexpectedly, the warmth of the campfire still reminded Duncan of these forgotten adages. Suddenly, with his hand on a damaged portion of the amor, asked with a sigh:
Earl Nathaniel: What will this war bring to us...
Druid Duncan: These are things your enemies will not think about，your lordship.
Aqua Sorceress Molly: If that is the case, what would they think about?
Dark Archmage Endor: I would think of them as being absolutely senseless.
Duncan stopped his grinding of the herbs.
Blazing Swordsman Sean: Ow——be gentle!The wound is re-opening!
Aqua Sorceress Molly: You deserve it! Who told you to be reckless!
Blazing Swordsman Sean: It was actually——
Druid Duncan: Come，Sean; drink this...
Blazing Swordsman Sean: This remedy tastes funny...
‘The battle between gods and demons is not a part of nature, and therefore, the balance of nature has also been destroyed,’ Duncan thought to himself. ‘The continuation of the battle between Gods and Demons is not because of the Demons’ objectives, but rather, humankind’s desire for peace.’ His gaze afar, looking into the dark night that conceals the levitating half of Enochian Tower, ‘we must contain the power of Enochian Tower.’
Elder: ‘Seeds may be carried by beasts, or fly with the wind...’
The elder’s wisdom echoed within Duncan, but yet, he still remained confused......
Druid Duncan: ‘Enochian Tower......Is it a shepherd’s staff, or a tower that would aid the capture of fledglings in the nest?’
‘For the land that nourishes everything, we shall take our oath.’
In the past, Duncan the Druid had made a pact with the delicate sorceress, the reckless swordsman, the young Earl and the reticent beguine, that they would spend their whole lives fighting chaos, even if ending the war meant their final sacrifices. Although armed conflict eventually arise within them, their aspiration had never changed.
At the Ocean of Gates, Duncan and Endor had a final conversation. While there was a mutual comprehension, the end result of their thoughts diverged. Duncan wanted to strengthen the seal and prevent the power of the runestones from falling into the Demons’ hands, leading to further harm upon the earth. Yet, Endor wanted to open the seal and return the spirits of the deceased to heaven.
Necromancer Endor: We all understand; this is an endless endeavor.
Lord of Forest Duncan: The earth is perpetual, just as the soul is everlasting.
Necromancer Endor: Nature procreates through new life, and souls continue through death.
Lord of Forest Duncan: We are only healers whose job it is to alleviate the pain in nature.
Necromancer Endor: We are only oblations whose job it is to comfort the wailing by the souls.
Lord of Forest Duncan: What should we do? Neither of us believe the other is wrong.
Necromancer Endor: Let the runestones decide for us.
Necromancer Endor: For the souls of the deceased and our pact.
Lord of Forest Duncan: For Mother Nature and our pact.
Necromancer Endor: For the souls of the deceased and our pact.