The root coiled around Nox's arm loosened and slid away as Fena's entire body went rigid, her eyes wide with a shock that completely shattered her composure.
She fell to one knee, her head bowed.
"My apologies, Your Highness."
Nox dropped Lola, who collapsed to the ground coughing and gasping for air while he just stared at the kneeling Elder.
'What the hell just happened? She was about to kill me a second ago, and now she's kneeling?'
The other dark elves who were watching from a distance started murmuring among themselves, their angry faces now filled with confusion.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Mela ran forward, stopping a few feet away from her kneeling mother.
Fena looked up at Serian, her expression a mix of awe and deep guilt. "The name Feselian… it is the name of the First Speakers, the royal line chosen by the World Tree itself at the dawn of time."
Her voice trembled slightly, and it was loud enough for everyone in the clearing to hear.
