That night, Reina couldn't sleep well, she had left right after spending some time with her father and also because she couldn't leave Sol alone for a long time.
Reina/Ocean sat in the armchair with a game of chess laid out before him, his eyes were blank but behind those blank veils lay the deep and stormy waves that clashed, rose and fell. The news about the Elvenland wasn't a big deal but there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind.
The Dark Elves could have managed to gather forces but the thing that they thrive on was dead mana and that was rare to find. So, how did they manage to get strong enough to beat the natural Elves?
Having no knowledge on the geography of Elvenland it was hard to make any plans for Ocean.
The communication brooch twirled over his long, slender fingers while he sat there with his legs crossed and hair resting messily over his shoulders. He was dressed in a simple white button down shirt with white loose trousers, no shoes.
