Vera sat with crossed arms as she listened to the arguing elders of the High Council. She was involved in the latest council meeting on the request of her father.
"My province has come under heavy attack from the rebels! My soldiers have reported the use of new weapons that they have never seen before! Flying ships!" An old Elf complained with a rushed tone. His wrinkled face was a light shade of red, showing how flustered he was.
"My people too, have reported the use of flying ships in the attacks of the rebels. The ships carry such incredible power that they can match A ranks in a direct confrontation. Nothing they have tried so far have been able to cause damage to the ships." Elante nodded his head as he said his piece.
