Lorien's voice stopped sharp, like a string snapping. She stared at the open space around them, her eyes wide.
Countless elven archers and huntresses sat cross-legged on the soft grass, their hair fluttering in the breeze. Waves of magic pulsed around them, glowing bright like little fires—everyone was breaking through their ranks.
The air smelled sharp and alive, and the ground hummed under their feet. In that moment, all four elves—Lorien, Elaria, Selena, and Lirael—froze, their breaths caught in their throats.
Elaria blinked fast, her eyes big as she turned to Renjiro. "Your Majesty, did you just call these elves from the divine realm?"
Renjiro nodded, his face calm. "No need to Worry about anything. I've got an idea on what's happening here. This is a gift from the Goddess. She saw our people struggling, so she poured her special power into them—lifted them up to stronger ranks."
