If it's a Great Race war, then the elves must have come up with something to reclaim victory. But if it's the case, why would they be spotted so easily. Unless they don't care, or unless they were in a hurry for something.
Ned's thoughts drove like a train that connects one after the other. After pondering things, Ned couldn't find ways and reasons why would elves leave their territory.
The men in assembly gasped from the Queen's announcement.
"Then we should prepare."
"If it starts we must be ready to go on the surface."
"No. That would be a disaster."
"We must hurry with the Gate."
All eyes turned to Otik. The old scholar did get their attention.
The Gate was their last chance. They needed to hurry to open the Gate to reinforce the Hive with new allies. They could go on the surface. But currently, hunters own the land. So, they must be wary.
"Impossible."
The old gnoll torrented Otik with defiance.
