"Elves?!"
The woman gasped, quickly turning her gaze in the same direction.
For a moment, she was stunned speechless.
Down at the base of the distant slope, a group of figures had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
They rode sleek, powerful black panthers, moving like flowing shadows across the rough, rocky ground with incredible speed and grace.
Elves, known for their love of forests and life, seemed utterly out of place in this dead, barren mountain range.
"Elves? Here? In the Mountains? How can there be so many?!"
The woman stared, utterly bewildered. "But... aren't elves supposed to live deep in the shadowed forests? I heard their numbers were few. Where did all these elves come from?"
Just then...
Both the old man and the young woman drew in a sharp breath almost simultaneously.
