The beating of their hearts could be heard clearly between them, a voice began to stir within the ancient bloodline.
This voice was not born at this moment, but thousands of years ago, the remaining elves who conserved their bloodline made the only wish in their hearts blend into their blood. In a thousand-year wait that was so long it could almost erase all hope and passion, leaving only pain, despair, and regret, the vibration of the voice became diluted, and numb waiting had started to feel commonplace.
Now, the "voice", embedded in inherited genes and passed down, launched the resonance of blood again through Li Lin's mouth.
"I came, I saw, we will conquer!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
