Royal one, it is a prestigious title among elves given to those that have been blessed by spirits.
For elves of this world it is akin to get recognizes as Heroes of their Race.
And now Jake is Receiving such treatment.
Jake sitting on the chair or throne that was meant for leader of this small group of survivors, looked at everyone.
Every single elf whether young or old have a hopeful expression on their faces.
"Ahem.., So i have a way to seal those cracks" Jake said.
And then everyone nodded but an older elf who was even trembling as he stood up and said.
" We were able to seal one but it was opened again soon" He said and everyone started discussing.
Thier hopeful expressions now filled with doubt and disappointment.
Jake raised his hand ans everyone fell silent " The reason crack was opened again cause you guys didn't destroy the anchor"
The older elf raised his head and looked at Jake " Anchor? "
