The next morning, a loud horn blasted through the Forest—the Elves were ready for war! As the first light of dawn spilled over the trees, painting the leaves gold, nearly 40,000 elven fighters gathered fast.
The thick woods hummed with life, filled with the slim, graceful shapes of Elves. Archers slung their smooth, shiny bows over their shoulders, their fingers brushing the feathers of arrows in their quivers.
Huntresses climbed onto their magical panthers, the big cats' fur soft and black, their silver moon blades catching the sun with a cold gleam.
The Elves looked beautiful, elegant, noble, and pure, their eyes bright with fire. A heavy, dangerous feeling spread quickly through their ranks, like a storm brewing.
Then Renjiro rode in on Sylphie, the Unicorn Leader. Her white coat glowed in the morning light, and every Elf turned to stare, their faces full of respect. His voice boomed through the trees, strong and clear.
