'How does this make any sense?' Eliron thought as he stared at the statue, memorising every aspect of it.
Of course he had heard that name before, the indomitable queen who kept the proud High Elves in check.
Not only was she the oldest elf in the world, she was also widely recognized as one of the strongest beings.
Strong enough to rank amongst the seven titans like the giant eater and disaster fey.
The question though was…
What was a statue of her doing in a wood elf strong hold?
Everyone stared at it, befuddled by their discovery.
"So much of history is lost to us because we have lost all our real elders…" Artie said in a lowered tone.
"Maybe this is one of the many mysteries we are yet to discover—"
Artie's words hung in her throat as suddenly, the crowd was covered in black as dozens of arrows descended from the sky like rain.
