"Damn it! We're trapped here now!"
Vitas's face grew even grimmer.
Beside him, the elder of his tribe showed signs of fear and anxiety: "If war really begins, we need to leave immediately!"
"Hurry!"
"Move quickly!"
"..."
All the elves present ran towards the defensive line.
With the sudden outbreak of war, no one had the mind to concern themselves with Flora anymore.
"Mother, let's go too," Flora said softly to her mother.
"Alright." Her mother's face was solemn.
She glanced at Alan with a complex look, then gripped her bow and arrow.
Flora looked at Alan, hesitating slightly before opening her mouth.
"I will always be right behind you," Alan said with a smile.
Flora felt a warmth in her heart, no longer speaking, and like the other elves, headed towards the front lines.
Alan followed behind Flora, his expression calm.
...
