At the center of the city, the commotion didn't go unnoticed.
An untainted castle stood tall, covered in white marbles and green jades. Another forest seemed to be left to surround it, almost as though the castle itself was too great to be a part of the Elvin City.
Inside, a fiery discussion was taking place in a large hall filled with elders. But, only three men seemed to be speaking.
"Elder Kroak, the commotion is too much, even for a genius' soul manifestation. I'm sure you felt the pressure, it was intent on making everyone kneel! If we don't find the king soon, it's best if we consider changing the rules of the kingdom. A new tide is coming."
Elder Kroak was a stoic man. His ears were sharp, and his aura was stifling. His hair was such a bright shade of white, it almost hurt to look at him directly. Yet, despite his old age, a booming vitality could be seen, as though he was still a youth.
