[Understood, Initiating The Process!]
Immediately, a dazzling golden light shot from Renjiro's forehead and surged into the Battleborn Tree.
His system's gold count, which had been 2.3 million, plummeted rapidly until only 5,000 gold coins remained. Seeing such a drastic drop made his heart ache, but he knew it was necessary.
Before him, the Battleborn Tree—standing over a hundred meters tall—began to tremble. Its branches and leaves shimmered, releasing an overwhelming aura of power.
Then—
Countless beams of radiant light burst from the tree's trunk, raining down like shooting stars.
Each beam represented a High Elf, descending from the Elven Realm to join Renjiro's forces.
One after another, Elven figures materialized on the open ground. Thousands upon thousands of them.
The sheer number was breathtaking.
Elaria and the three commanders were left speechless, their mouths slightly open in shock.
"By the Elven Goddess…!" Lirael murmured.
