In the distance, the elves, with clasped hands, entered a religious field facing the statue, adding an ambiguous background to the astonishment of Hope and the Cid.
"...All the men...are dead?" asked Hope.
Cid's gaze shifted to the singing elves, a sudden realization hitting him.
Since they had set foot on this land, they had been surrounded by female elves; the warriors, the civilians, everyone here was female, but they never thought about why.
Nefertari looked absently at the sky again.
"Have you seen how the entrance to our tiny kingdom is a cliff? It's a safety measure. A long time ago, our kingdom was located outside, among all the other creatures. We were fighting daily, against giants, gladiators, anything. If we want to eat, we have to hunt monsters, if we sleep too deeply, we risk being attacked. We have learned to fight since we were children, and we saw children become orphans every day, that was our daily life, but one day..."
