Elandril's brows furrowed as the news swiftly reached the far corners of Eldora. "A non-elven?" he questioned with a stern expression.
"Show yourself and appear before me," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. In response, an old elf stepped forward, weathered by the passage of time but exuding a pearl of profound wisdom.
Despite his age, he knelt before the emperor, his eyes reflecting a mix of reverence and determination. The hushed crowd observed the unfolding scene, awaiting the words that would shed light on the unsettling incident that had shaken their serene world.
Elandril's piercing gaze remained fixed on the aged elf who had stepped into the spotlight. The emperor's eyes, full of wisdom and authority, bore into the elf's soul, demanding respect with every unspoken word.
