The unease Gallolie has been feeling the entire time has been verified. Leaning and grabbing onto Ayte, she could hear the forest weeping.
No, it was not a figure of speech. Gallolie could sense the sorrow and anger of the forest.
Perhaps it was because she was chosen as the Priestess of the World Tree.
The brown bear Ayte brought Gallolie to the plaza beside the World Tree. Thousands of Blackwood Elves were gathered on the plaza. From the bows and arrows in their hands, it was clear that they're prepared for war.
"Elder Safran! Fire… the trees surrounding the forest have been engulfed! I saw a monster covered in flames! Demon… it must be the demons!"
A seriously injured young elf was being supported by his companion as he walked toward the leading elders. His mind seemed to wonder, going out of control even. He must've witnessed something terrifying before being seriously injured.
"Demons… why would demons attack the forest?"
