In the Veridian Wilds, Beskyddaren abandoned the cold logic of ancient scrolls for the warmth of the ancient dryad. Between them pulsed a nexus of Självspegling, a shimmering light she had sheltered while he wandered the sunless vaults of his own mind. As their hands met, he realized she hadn’t been hiding his soul, but guarding its vibrant truth until he was ready to look.