The elves gathered in a large room, sitting in solemn silence around a central table. Zeix was among them, looking resolute. One of the elves broke the silence, "What do we do, my Lord?"
The elf king turned to Zeix. "Zeix, what do you think?"
Zeix replied firmly, "Fight. We will fight and win."
An elf, clearly worried, responded, "Fight? It's the 5th ranked demon king!"
Zeix countered, "Well then, if you don't want to fight, I can take on the demon king alone." The room fell silent, everyone shocked by his declaration.
Zeix continued, "This place feels like home. You have treated Flitz and me as if we were your own. I can't just stand by and watch you become slaves to demons. If you're not willing to fight, then let me fight for you."
The king smiled, "No, we won't allow that."
Zeix, taken aback, asked, "What?"
The king explained, "You say this feels like home, and we elves see you as part of our family. We can't place all our burdens on one person, especially one we consider family."
From the corner, Flitz smiled. The king continued, "We will fight this war together, as warriors, as a family."
Zeix, feeling a surge of gratitude, replied, "Thank you."
The king stood up, his voice strong and determined. "Listen, everyone. We will fight this war. We will fight for ourselves, for our family, for our home. Will you stand with me?"
Every elf in the room stood up, raising their hands in unison, shouting, "Yeaaaaaaaaaa!"
To be continued...