The moss-covered boulder beneath the elder seemed to absorb the weight of the moment, becoming a symbolic stage from which the fate of the troll village would be declared. The elder's presence radiated a quiet strength, and with each proclamation, he fortified the trolls' resolve. The village, bound by the elder's leadership, stood as a bastion against the looming darkness, ready to face the impending threat with unyielding unity.
The village shaman, a figure adorned in mystical garb woven from enchanted feathers and adorned with bones that told tales of mythical beasts, stepped forward. On one hand, the shaman held a staff, its apex crowned with the skull of a creature long extinct but revered in the lore of the enchanted forest. The shaman's presence radiated an aura of spiritual authority as the trolls gathered around, their eyes fixed on the conduit between the earthly realm and the ethereal spirits.
