The rich smell of grass and blooming meadows fills the hall, foretelling Nyrissa's appearance. "My spring..."

The rich smell of grass and blooming meadows fills the hall, foretelling Nyrissa's appearance. "My spring..." the nymph says softly, as if seeking your support. Then she turns to the figure upon the throne, steps forward and raises her chin proudly. "Greetings, Eldest! Do you hear the distant thunder? The time has come. The time to settle everything — once and for all."