Meanwhile,
The elven settlement had gone into a state of war. The preparations were complete and the warriors were waiting for their leader's order. For most elves, it was a strange sight if they had to be honest. They were raging war against a few hundred humans and even though the number of elves and humans were almost the same, their perception was completely different.
After all, the elves were a race that had lived for hundreds of years and for most elves, living for a century was quite normal while most even considered young if someone had lived just for a century.
Therefore, in their minds; a few hundred humans weren't an issue and possibly a dozen elves were enough to finish them off. Yet, there they were, probably at their strongest; waiting for the order to move forward.
