Lunaria and Ophelia's countenances bore no hint of joy in the aftermath of their triumph. The grim aftermath of the massacre cast a haunting pall, leaving behind a bitter residue that lingered within them.
The elves, by virtue of their inherently harmonious disposition, felt the weight of the situation even more acutely. They grappled with an internal struggle, reconciling their innate serenity with the harsh necessity of their actions.
Fully aware that their intervention was a grim imperative for the survival of their race, they confronted the stark reality that had they not acted, they themselves might have been condemned to face the very massacre they now contended with.
Lunaria possessed a keen awareness that the ten thousand soldiers they had vanquished were merely a fraction of the enemy's true strength. This understanding denied them the luxury of respite.
The weight of the circumstance settled heavily upon her, magnifying her role as a leader.
