Although Brin denied Tuck's speculation with a rhetorical question, he still had some doubts in his heart.
There's no other reason... these allied elves who participated in the battle were really acting too strange.
The elves weren't like the goblins, mere cannon fodder; they were a scarce and renowned long-lived race, once a part of the Silver Race!
And such beings, how could tens of thousands suddenly appear?
And in a flash, more than half of them died on the battlefield?
If someone else had told Brin this, he wouldn't believe it at all.
Sadly… this was his own experience.
The serenity of these elves in the face of death amazed Brin, and with it came deep confusion…
*While devout believers can retain memories and return to the Divine Country after death, aren't only fanatics willing to give up a beautiful life without hesitation?*
*But these elves... How should I put it? After observing them for so long, Brin realized they seemed to worship a Goddess named Eve.*
