"Elralya," Anariel began, her voice steady but filled with a deep-seated sorrow that resonated through the silent chamber, "you of all people should understand the gravity of what I am about to say. Our history with humans is fraught with betrayals so deep, they have scarred the very soul of our kind."
She turned back to face them, her eyes reflecting the pain of memories too grievous to forget. "We extended our hands in friendship, shared our knowledge, our magic, and how were we repaid? With treachery. At every opportunity, humans have sought to exploit us, to break us."
Aldred listened, his face impassive but his eyes revealing the turmoil within. He was all too aware of the dark chapters of human history, the greed, and ambition that had led to countless atrocities.