Luo'er's confidence was justified; after all, he was someone who had glimpsed destiny and knew the path of his own fate, so he was naturally aware that he wouldn't perish in such a place so easily.
As the time arrived at high noon the next day, the Night Elves had already made their preparations. The Night Elf warriors surrounded the square, layer upon layer, so densely packed it was impregnable, while Elves in religious garb stood within the square, waiting for the High Priest's command.
The scene beyond the square was even more exaggerated, with the Night Elves who had followed in throngs, eagerly gazing at the altar, hoping to witness the descent of their deity.
Luo'er and the others wore their usual clothing, though they had donned a white robe over it. They were standing in the square, a place that was not open to just anyone; let alone ordinary Night Elves, even a Night Elf warrior who had earned her stripes like Talis had no entitlement to enter.
