He felt alone. He was the last one. Every other spirit was dead. He was dead as well, yet alive at the same time. He could do nothing from his current state, yet move every branch in the forest. He knew he couldn’t kill himself. If he did the forest would be found again. Even if the war would’ve been forgotten, it lies in the nature of men to destroy magic. He had to live forever lonesome to protect his enemy from destroying itself.