Faced with a fierce battle outside the city that shook the earth and the mountains, the elves in the city were overwhelmed with fear. Their hearts were filled with hatred and helplessness.
This was their world, their kingdom. So theoretically speaking, they should be the ones that were battling against those monsters to defend their own cities, their homes. Even if they were destined to die in the battle, at least they would have died without regret as they had tried their best to defend their home.
But now, they felt so humiliated as they were all hiding in the underground shelters, trembling and waiting for the stranger to return as the victor of this battle—or they were just waiting for the stone giants to crush them with a single stomp—regardless of whether to battle, to flee, or to die, the choices are no longer in their own hands.
