The impact of the falling miniature sun caused continuous swells to hit the shore of the originally still lake. The inhabitants of the Woodrill Plains watched in breathtaking scenes as the Moon Elf Lord seemingly effortlessly held it up with his two hands.
"Oh my! Is the Moon Elf Lord intending to carry it over?"
Worry started to churn at Hylolas. Their Lord has always been good to their Hyon Clan. There's no way they will just let their Lord carry such a great burden alone.
"What are you waiting for? Let's all help the Moon Elf Lord!"
This loud statement from the old patriarch of the Hyon Clan solicited agreement from the others. In an instant, hundreds of moon elves and orcs started running towards the lake.
They no longer regard the waves that increasingly get bigger in the passing minutes.
