A group of figures slowly appeared in the distance.
Their movements were graceful, almost unreal, and their presence carried a sharp sense of pressure that spread through the air. The ground seemed to grow quieter as they approached.
Sunlight reflected off their silver armor and green robes, revealing the long, pointed ears of elves. Every step they took showed elegance and pride.
At the front of the group was a tall man wearing a long white priest's robe. A golden coronet rested on his head, and in his hand, he carried a tall staff that glowed faintly with holy light. His face was calm but cold, his eyes sharp and deep like a still lake.
When he stepped forward, the air itself seemed to grow heavier, making many around lower their heads instinctively.
The man looked around slowly, his gaze firm and full of authority. Then, in a calm but chilling tone, he asked, "What is going on here?"
