The morning sun gradually climbed over the rooftops and then reluctantly began to slowly slide down from the top of Heather Holy Mountain. The songs of the elves never stopped, nor did the calls of the birds. Empress Hernfurry's narration was like a long poem, but it contained countless chapters of pain.
The palace meeting had dispersed, leaving only Lynch and Zilvra lingering on the summit's lookout platform. Soka, whose stomach was growling, was led by Anna to find delicious food; the Elf Queen also had to divide her attention to care for the returned Holy Tree Seeds. The mage wanted to take a high vantage point to reassess the entirety of Salantir, contemplating ways to deal with the undead army's assault.
