"What's happening?"
The sudden change threw many High Elves in the Royal Court into a fit of rage and shock. As the Elven Legends soared into the sky, rushing towards the spreading fissure, an ancient and desolate aura emanated from within.
With their keenest senses and swiftest reactions, all the elves stopped halfway, daring not to advance another step, casting a gaze of confusion and uncertainty towards the spreading fissure.
"What is that?"
"I don't know, but it certainly isn't anything good!"
A tall Elf with a delicate yet stern face had a particularly grim expression.
"Why now of all times? Why does this happen when Parvati has left the Royal Court?"
"Shut up! What difference does it make if she's gone? Can we not accomplish anything without her?"
"But she is the strongest Legend of the Royal Court, our only near-Saint!"
