"My queen. You need not concern yourself with someone unfitting of your status. Allow me to take care of the pest," one of the elves, standing close to the female elf, requested.
His voice filled with devoted eagerness, his eyes gleaming with loyalty under the starlit canopy.
"Go ahead then," the elf queen nodded graciously, allowing the elf to do as he pleased.
She stepped aside with elegant poise, her dress swaying lightly in the weightless environment, maintaining her regal composure.
The elf was one of the generals under her, his armor etched with intricate leaf motifs.
They gleamed subtly in the starlight, the designs seeming to breathe with faint, verdant energy that mirrored the vitality of thriving woodlands.
After paying his respect to the elf queen with a deep, reverent bow, the elf moved forward. He stood before Astral with a commanding presence, his stance firm and unyielding amid the swirling cosmic dust.
