"The last Exorcist walks upon the earth. He rescued the people trapped in Paradise Valley, gathered the fuel of civilization in the Barren Lands, destroyed the scheming Earth Dwellers, dealt with the Exorcist Association, and—"
"This won't do."
In the garden of the secluded courtyard, the Mother of the Marsh interrupted the poet standing before the flowerbed from continuing his recitation: "It sounds like Lu Li brings destruction rather than hope."
"Indeed, let me think again..."
The scholar moonlighting as a poet pondered the word "hope," using the sea of flowers rippling in the breeze:
"O brave Exorcist, he emerges from the night."
"Sunlight pours over him;"
"Morning dew wets the hem of his clothes;"
"Birds sing for his arrival;"
"Clouds accompany him on his journey;"
"The wildflowers by the roadside sway and dance for him."
"He smiles gently, bringing light behind him—"
