Lilanddra's face was pale, her lower lip tightly bitten, tears glistening in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
She changed into a dark hunting outfit for ease of movement, covered by a plain gray cloak, having removed her usual identity-signifying hairpins and exquisite accessories.
Two female high elves with the most solemn auras, clearly the strongest among her personal guards.
Duke remembered they were Lilanddra's close bodyguards, standing to her left and right, their expressions deadly serious.
"Mother..." Lilanddra's voice trembled slightly.
"Lilan, listen to me." The Level 3 Moonlight Priestess interrupted her, speaking quickly and clearly, "The castle cannot hold, the invaders' objectives are clear, ruthless, and the clan leader Issera is trapped. The outer defenses have collapsed, you must leave immediately."
