A solemn procession had reconvened within the confines of Elvendom. The faces of those present bore the unmistakable marks of physical and emotional exhaustion. The harrowing experience of war, or more precisely, the horrors of a massacre, left an indelible weight upon them all.
In the midst of this heavy atmosphere, Lunaria stood before her kin, her countenance grave, preparing to deliver a speech of profound significance.
