An elf chuckled, changing her mindscape to the throne room she sat in just days prior. Once more she sits on the throne, this time made of smoke. "So 'is dead. I won. And I ge'to sit on the throne whenever I wan'to.. how I love m'mindscape" She then tilts her hand, the room shifting and bowing to her command, and burning to the ground. A forest grows in it's place, of redwood and willow trees, maned wolves roaming and the fauna returned. Even if only in the conduits mind, it was a future she would hope for, the world renewed from the tainted clutches that man once held it tight in.