With the fighting truly finished, the vast elven army, tens of thousands strong, began to coalesce.
At King Renjiro's signal, the great host turned, beginning the long march back to the heart of their territory.
The destruction of the ogre tribe wasn't just a victory; it was the final cornerstone laid for Renjiro's undisputed dominion over the Forest.
Now, apart from scattered beasts and minor monsters lurking in the deep shadows, no organized threat remained within these forest.
'Human mercenaries, though... they're a different problem,' Renjiro acknowledged silently. They didn't belong here, and weren't part of the forest's natural order.
He knew his current forces couldn't possibly seal every path or watch every shadow in this enormous expanse of this forest.
Preventing determined hunters or adventurers from trespassing was, for now, unrealistic. But Renjiro felt no urgency.
