"We realized that the ninth heaven could not be defended anymore, so my brother decided to order the tribe's total evacuation to the eighth heaven." Rafen took a deep breath once more before releasing it. His mind seemed to drift back to that era when he had watched so many of his kin die.
"Many members of our tribe died in the war defending our land and also during the evacuation from the ninth heaven. It included the Third, Fifth, and Sixth Elders."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Long story short, we managed to evacuate to the eighth heaven."
"We were determined to defend the eighth heaven together with the other races. We could not let the rest of the heavens fall like the ninth heaven." He sighed.
"But we still underestimated the invaders' numbers. They were truly like a never-ending tide. If we killed one of them, two or three more would come. We were much stronger, but in the end we grew weary from fighting an endless stream of enemies."
