It was a well-lit evening to every being in the Amber Forest. The waning gibbous moon is shining brightly in the dark and magnificent star-strewn night sky.
However, despite the pleasant sky and the gentle breeze of the wind, the moon elves who are left to guard the wall are looking in one direction with bated breath.
"I don't want anyone to despair but…" a moon elf who was probably in his 80s trailed off with a perceptible worry in his tone. He nervously gulped his saliva as he suddenly felt his throat dry. "I-I am not the only one who felt that strong and bad feeling, right?"
Just like all the other guardians, he was standing on top of the great wall looking over to see any signs of the vanguard coming back.
No one bothered to answer him.
They all felt it too.
Moon elves are beings of flesh and spirit so among other races, they are the most sensitive to any changes in their environment.
