The Pool of Life Water lay hidden a hundred meters from the great tree that supported the Emerald Palace.
Concealed among the trees, it was protected by powerful and intricate magical formations—barriers created not only to preserve the pool's sacred properties but also to keep elves from bathing in it recklessly.
After all, the pool was legendary among them. Without strict protection, it wouldn't be surprising if many tried to bathe in it, which could ultimately diminish its effectiveness.
At that moment, Zelda floated unconscious in the pool.
Standing on the rocks at the edge were Nymiel, Vaelira, and Naeriel, their faces marked by anxiety and concern.
"How is it possible that Her Majesty hasn't regained consciousness yet? Has the pool lost its effect?" Nymiel asked, her voice filled with doubt and confusion.
The Pool of Life Water's power had never been questioned. Countless elves on the brink of death had soaked in its waters—and survived.
