The Elf Parliament of Asgolos was filled with dead silence.
The originally holy Asgolos was now filled with the smell of blood, and a sense of impending doom filled every corner.
“More than half of our clansmen have died... it’s time to consider starting the tree burial ceremony.”
An Elder’s voice broke the dead silence of the Elven Council.
“For the continuation of Arthur Crow, only a portion of our people can be sacrificed,”another elder suggested.
“Continuation? Arthur Crow is the original Arthur Crow with every single member of our tribe!”
Elder Kuitoan immediately stood up to refute their suggestion.
“Don’t forget that our duty is to protect the holy tree, Quitoan. I know this decision is selfish, but I am the first sacrifice of the holy tree,”the elder said in a deep voice.
“Calm down. There are other ways to save ascetic crow!”
Elder Sindonar could no longer maintain his silence at this moment.
“Other methods... Sindonar, what are you talking about?”
