The days that followed were anything but idle. Even though no open threat had yet emerged none of them treated the warning lightly. The shadow of the 'big bad guy' lingered in their thoughts like a distant storm cloud.
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In he Elf Kingdom.
Within the radiant capital of the Elves, preparation began quietly but decisively. There was no public alarm or proclamations of impending disaster.
The Elves did not move with panic but with calm foresight. Under King Gulben's command, every effort was measured, calculated, and precise.
The metal constructs that could be said were the creations born from the controversial knowledge left behind by Laston the traitor, uncle to Aurdis and Aerchon, were brought forth once more.
They were once viewed with distrust but those constructs had proven their worth during Zerathul's assault. Without them, the devastation would have been far worse.
More towers would have crumbled. More lives would have been lost. The city itself might not have endured.
