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

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 winning the

Victory was assured!

that changed when

are they

temporarily alleviate the situation, and for those who were

with a problem like this, so

passed among the members of the Council as the Esteemed Elders, many

happen—patiently enduring the noise

"This is stupid…"

towards the familiar voice

recognized her greenish blue hair and defiant gaze. Her pale face and deep glare were also some of her recognizable traits, so she stood

of words caught the attention—and inevitably, the displeasure—of the rest

your tone when speaking in the presence of the Council." The Head Elder

intention behind them remains genuine!" Aurora rose to her feet, her hands slamming

is a waste of time! While we remain here discussing these matters with inaction, many more of our comrades perish on

wasn't merely saying this due to what she

personally witnessed it

perish, and I

her survival and their demise haunted

current situation won't change anything!

Elder spoke on behalf of pretty

with

the Elders heard this, they groaned and shook their heads in disapproval. Their annoyance, displayed by their frowns, scowls,

"Hear me out, please!"

We must not deal with them, for it is

perish by

Oracle wills it, so

reminded of the very reason why she took matters into her own hands in the

the only one reminded of this

months has done nothing to change your hardened heart!" The Head Elder responded swiftly, slamming her own hands on

was deep, a sharp response to Aurora's