An Extra’s POV

[Meanwhile… ]

Within the grand hall of the Esteemed Council, an air of tension hung heavy like a shroud.

The room, adorned with intricate wood carvings and delicate tapestries depicting the symbols and lore of their people, now seemed to sag under the weight of the gathering.

Tall, slender pillars rose to support a vaulted ceiling, dimly lit by ethereal orbs that cast long, ominous shadows across the polished marble floor.

At the heart of the chamber stood a circular table of dark oak, encircled by high-backed chairs carved with intricate Elven motifs.

Each seat was occupied by a member of the council, their expressions veiled in a cloak of concern and weariness. The only sound was the soft rustle of parchment and the occasional creak of leather as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken tension, as if the very air itself held its breath in anticipation of the weighty decisions to come.

Outside, the wind moaned mournfully through the ancient trees, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the hall.

Despite the elegant surroundings, there was a dreariness to the scene, a sense of disillusionment that clung to the councilors like a stubborn shadow. The weight of their responsibilities bore down upon them, etched into the lines of their faces and the weary slump of their shoulders.

"The Dragon Invasion has become a horrific blight upon this land." The High Elder, current leader of the Council spoke up.

She looked so youthful despite her ancient mannerisms and tone. Her fading purple hair shone like flowers, and while she was an exquisite beauty, her face was currently clouded with worry and pain.

"Those monsters just claimed hundreds of our Sisters in the recent struggle. Recapturing the Northern Stronghold seems impossible at the moment."

Most of the fellow Elders that sat there said nothing.

What more could they add to the despairing situation that now formed a dark cloud over the Elves and their holy land?

This was a grand catastrophe that threatened to destroy them all.

Still, the overwhelming silence of many did not stop a few from leaking out their thoughts in silent grumbles and whispers.

"It wasn't always like this…"

"Those evil bastards… why won't they just die?"

upon this land. It's no

the Elves were being pushed back and suffered losses, things were never as bad as this. After they got their hands on certain technologies and Items, they even gained an upper hand and were closer to

Victory was assured!

when the Dragons

the problem. Not only are they functionally immortal, but they constantly make those

only seemed to temporarily alleviate the situation, and for those who were affected for too long,

Elves have to deal with a problem like this, so they

meaningless and powerless words were passed among the members of the Council as the Esteemed Elders, many of whom were yet

who sat there watched all of this happen—patiently enduring the noise until she could no

"This is stupid…"

towards the

recognized her greenish blue hair and defiant gaze. Her pale face and deep glare were also some of her recognizable

than anything, though, her poor choice of words caught the attention—and inevitably, the

should mind your tone when speaking in the presence of the Council." The Head Elder spoke, her voice echoing

them remains genuine!" Aurora rose to her feet, her

a waste of time! While we remain here discussing these matters with inaction,

wasn't merely saying this due to what she had been told, or

had personally witnessed

those Dragons. Witnessed hundreds of my Sisters perish, and I could barely escape with

date, her survival and their

won't change anything! We

you suggest?" Once again, the Head Elder spoke on behalf of pretty

should deal with the humans

disapproval. Their annoyance, displayed

"Hear me out, please!"

We must not deal with them, for it is willed by the Oracle's

we perish by keeping those

wills

exasperation, reminded of the very reason

only one reminded

you yet to reflect on your transgression? It seems confiscating your staff and sending you to the battlefield for those months has done nothing to change

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