The elf chief stood tall, but the deep weariness in his eyes betrayed the weight of his guilt.
Around him, the elves remained quiet, mourning not just the loss of their sacred tree, but the destruction of everything they had believed in.
Their mana was gone. Their pride was shattered.
"I will do anything if it means saving our people. I have nothing left to offer… but if you find a way, then all that remains of the elves will belong to you."
The chief said at last, turning to Silvy with solemn resolve.
Silvy nodded, but before she could respond, Kyle stepped forward. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was calm and direct.
"I'll help you all. But not without a promise. When this is over, the elves will come under my command. You will follow me."
A ripple of outrage surged through the gathering.
"We are not pets to be owned!"
One elf shouted.
"We are a free race—independent! We will not bend to a human!"
Another added.
