Because never before had a newly ascended World Tree sent their Chroniclers away without taking the time to assimilate the social knowledge that the elven tribes that lived with the Tree carried.
The Yggdrasill kept for himself only what was related to magic and the ways to nurture magical resources.
There was so much to know that even the mighty Tree could barely contain the fruits of the sheer magical research that their predecessors had accumulated from times that long preceded even the Guardians.
Never before had a young Yggdrasill spread their consciousness through so many Chroniclers at the same time while putting the lives of their emissaries at risk. In the rush to leave the Fringe once and for all, the new World Tree had bitten more than they could chew.
Eldun had been left by himself while the Tree dealt with the ongoing crisis caused by their own recklessness, too busy saving the Chroniclers whose lives were already in lethal danger to notice the impending betrayal.
Eldun was wise and experienced, but going from one World Tree to another was an experience as rare as it was traumatic. He had lived all of his life with his master's voice in his head, following strict protocols and discipline.
Now the voice had changed, rushing Eldun and ordering him to disregard the old ways in favor of efficiency. He was no longer allowed to bide his time and study his future hosts from a distance before introducing himself.
According to the Tree, there was no point in doing it.
Elves loved and venerated the Tree. They weren't like the treacherous humans or the greedy beasts. Eldun only had to move in, present them with the Yggdrasill's offer, convince them, move to another Fringe, rinse and repeat.
Or rather, that had been the plan.
M'Rael had been a member of the warrior caste of the Firestone branch of the Ra'Firo clan before capturing Eldun. It had been more a stroke of luck than a real plan, but that wasn't how M'Rael would have told the story to his biographers.
The Chronicler had been unlucky enough to choose the border of the Fringe M'Rael was patrolling. While Eldun focused on piercing the veil separating him from Mogar, M'Rael focused on hitting the back of the Chronicler's head with the Submission Club with surgical precision.
The magical tool was devised to be non-lethal and capture prisoners alive but M'Rael had trusted the World Tree and imbued the Club with his best spells before dealing the blow.
Eldun's skull had been shattered and his brain turned into a mush, forcing the World Tree to focus their consciousness inside the Fringe in order to save the Chronicler. If Eldun died, so would the fragment of the World Tree with which he was entrusted.
The Tree would lose a chunk of his power and knowledge forever, forcing them to rebuild it from scratch. Even worse, the Yggdrasill would have shared the pain of their Chronicler's death and in turn, passed it on to the other Chroniclers.
The shock would have compromised their focus in battle and if another of them died because of it, their demise would have triggered a cycle that would end only with the extinction of the Chronicler Corps.
It would have meant setting the World Tree back of millennia and the permanent loss of priceless knowledge.
The Yggdrasill would have loved to botch the process on purpose and let the traitorous elf die, but M'Rael had twisted Eldun's life force to the point that without constant treatments, the pain would become maddening. freewёbnoνel.com
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