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?"

corruption… it's spreading upon this land. It's

and suffered losses, things were never as bad as this. After they got their

Victory was assured!

when the Dragons began to

breed of undying Dragons is the problem. Not only are they functionally immortal, but they constantly make those

and for those who

a problem like this, so

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

happen—patiently enduring the noise until she could no longer

"This is stupid…"

turned towards the familiar voice

her greenish blue hair and defiant gaze. Her pale face and deep glare were also

caught the attention—and

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

intention behind them remains genuine!"

meeting is a waste of time! While we remain here discussing these matters

this due to what she had been told,

she had personally witnessed

perish, and I could barely escape with my life only

her survival and their

situation won't

on behalf of pretty much the remaining

should deal with

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

"Hear me out, please!"

must not deal with them, for it

if we perish by

Oracle wills it, so be

reminded of the very reason why she took matters into her

the only one reminded of this

It seems confiscating your staff and sending you to the battlefield for those months has done nothing to change your hardened heart!" The Head Elder responded

glare was deep, a