"So you're scared of dying?" Noah asked, intrigued by her statement.
"No," Elder Sarah replied. "My fear of death, died many years ago, and I focused on harnessing power," she explained honestly.
"The real issue here is just how out-powered we are as a force. I'm almost starting to lose hope that we won't lose the battle and lose our nation in the process," she sighed, sipping wine that was brought to her.
"I understand," Noah commented. "I've seen the prowess of the elves and it's obvious the average cultivator stands no chance. And even the geniuses amongst us still have limits."
"The oath was made to set the scale of the battles on fairgrounds but we're still losing. We need something new or completely outrageous or we might as well reserve our forces for the last battles which will occur after they take most of our lands." Elder Sarah emptied her cup to refill it.
