The morning sun gradually climbed onto the rooftop, then reluctantly began to slowly slip down from the peak of Heather Holy Mountain. The song of the elves never ceased, nor did the chirping of the birds. Empress Hernfurry's narrative was like a long poem, but it contained countless chapters of pain.
The meeting in the palace had already dispersed, leaving only Lynch and Zilvra at the lookout platform on the mountain's peak. Soka, with a growling stomach, was led by Anna to search for delicious food; the Elf Queen also had to focus on taking care of the returned Holy Tree Seeds. The mage wanted to survey Salantir's panorama from a high vantage point once more, to think of a strategy to face the undead army's attack.
