It was finally time for us to begin planning, seriously this time, on how we were going to rescue the slaves—especially the elven slaves trapped under the Empire of Rodonia's grasp.
Just thinking about it weighed heavily on me. This wasn't some quick job or reckless raid. No—this would demand patience, precision, and a long-term plan that could withstand the dangers ahead.
The entire Elven Council was gathered inside the chamber of the Yggdrasil, its walls humming faintly with ancient life. The atmosphere was tense, heavy with expectation. Solaris and I were both here, of course.
Artemis, however, wasn't present. She had her hands full inside the Empire itself, scouting layouts, blending into the crowd, and searching for the perfect opportunity to move. She was already working on the groundwork while we sat here, and knowing her, she was risking more than she let on.
