In the midst of a tranquil exchange between Luke and Lirelia, an abrupt series of urgent knocks shattered the serenity. Lirelia swiftly swung the door open, only to be greeted by the exasperated countenance of the eleventh elder, who wasted no time in delivering the unfolding crisis.
"Brace yourself madam, for the specter of human invasion hangs heavy upon us! Also, the princess has left on a flight towards the world tree, her human friend and the other elders has chased her." With striking brevity, the eleventh elder distilled the complex situation into a mere two sentences, each weighed with the gravity of the impending situation.
Lirelia's visage bore clear signs of confusion as she struggled to grasp the meaning behind the eleventh elder's words. Sensing the need for further explanation, the elder embarked on a more deliberate recounting of the unfolding events.