What occurred in the Holy Court was mind-boggling. The King of the elves knelt. It was history in the making. With the day upon them, Sylvester wasted no time calling the Sanctum Council for an emergency meeting. The iron was hot, and they had to strike it immediately.
Quickly, despite having been awake and standing the whole night, everyone sat with unwavering focus in the Sanctum Council chambers.
"Gabriel, when the dragons arrive, stall them as much as possible. Only allow them to meet me once the elves are ready to return—I want the elves and dragons to face each other as they cross paths." Sylvester instructed his Saint Wazir first.
