"Was it wise to send Levian to command an army when he's so inexperienced?"
King Gaëlf and Archmage Supreme Jyselle sat atop the tree in his chambers, sharing a cup of tea.
Jyselle had expressed her concerns about Gaëlf's decision, but the King was confident.
"Levian has potential that if he manages to tap into... well, let's just say that I think he could surpass The Eleven Elven Elite. This is crucial for his development."
With the blindfold covering half her face, King Gaëlf wasn't able to see Jyselle's eyes of surprise.
"He's strong, sure. But you also risk killing the boy now that you've sent him out there. Good luck bringing out the potential of a corpse."
King Gaëlf scoffed and took a sip from his tea.
"Do not worry. It will take more than that to make a corpse of a true elf."
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Levian's eyes glanced over the defeated unit within Dragon's Mouth. At first, none of them seemed to move. They all just watched him with a sceptical look on their faces.
