The unyielding voice rose above the wall of brown shirts, and Roland was momentarily stunned, a small surge of excitement and nostalgia flooding his purple eyes.
"We cannot defeat all of our enemies, even if we achieve great victories at the start of the war. We will only make enemies on all sides and sink into the mire of war. And the deeper we sink, the more we will exhaust all our strength. Then, the very flames of war we ignited will eventually burn ourselves, and the efforts and blood shed by our clan for thousands of years for revival will go up in smoke because of vain ambitions, and the elf clan might thus be annihilated,"
After speaking all this in one breath, the besieged elf youth took a deep breath and continued in a tone that was both wise and calm.
