Somewhere secluded, the remaining leaders of the elves had gathered. However, they were no longer as harmonious as they had been previously. Just after the first battle, cracks started popping up in their so-called alliance. All because of one failure.
"What do you mean we have to abandon them!?" One of the elves roared in his furious hoarse voice, "They are our brothers who willing went into the battlefield trusting your plan!"
"I think you know exactly what I mean, Lorcan." Aimon scoffed, "It isn't a matter of trusting my plan if the bombers failed to properly get through the first phase of the plan."
"... We still need to help them." Lorcan slammed his fists on the table, breaking it in half.
