This pain is...excruciating. When will it end?

You may understand...Daeva. For you live forever...as well.

• "But I enjoy this long life."

Much time has passed...since the Cataclysm. Back when light and dark...were brothers.

I witnessed my own...change as life changed.

My strength...slowly lost its dark. And my wisdom...lost its light.

• "You've lived a long life, friend."

The pain and sorrow...of my existence caused the Taloc's Soil all around me to become blighted.

The wretched soil now festers...like a wound that will not heal. Daeva, will you help me? Your mind is pure...please cure my scars.

• Accept.
• Decline.

Please heal the Taloc's Soil.

When my scars have...been mended, young life will sprout.

Turn the soil, gather the young Taloc Leafs. They are pieces of...me.

• "I will help you, Taloc."

Taloc's spirit said his sorrow had caused the Taloc's Soil to become blighted. Locate the soil and collect the young leaves.

Impossible to live alone...even for the strongest of souls.

Did you find my young Taloc Leafs?

• "Here are the young ones."

With your mind...you could not see?

Hope...there is always hope.

Hope will set a soul free.

• "Your forest confuses me."

Thank you, Daeva. My sorrow is at peace...for the time being.

You have done this old tree...good, my friend. Please, take this.

Taloc's spirit said his sorrow had caused blighted Taloc's Soil around him. You cured the soil and collected leaves. He thanked you.