"Fiona, you are too naive. In this matter, strength is not the focus. You all lack experience and won't be able to withstand him. Let me do it."
A widowed female elder, who had lost her husband, put an end to the competition.
Her face was full of determination and dedication, as if she had long been prepared to descend into hell.
Such a radiant character, in the ceremonial hall of the Sun Disc, further highlighted the pride and nobility belonging to the elves.
"Enough!"
It was the presiding Grand Elder Nazha who interrupted the others.
Nazha shook her head.
"You are all young and have a future. Such matters... let me handle them."
"Grand Elder..." The female elders began to speak, wanting to dissuade her.
But they were stopped by a gesture from Nazha.
