[In the Elven Kingdom]
"Huff... huff..." An elderly elven guard sprinted through the palace corridors, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. Clad in a simple white cloth that revealed his flawless skin, golden hair, and elongated ears, he bore no armor or metallic weapon, only a wooden spear in his hand.
"All Mother... huff... it's bad news!" The guard burst into the throne room, immediately dropping to his knees, his voice strained and trembling.
"I am aware!"
A melodious yet commanding voice resonated throughout the chamber. The guard, though startled, kept his gaze averted from the throne.
"Protect all the higher bloodlines. Prepare to use a mass teleportation spell."
