NATURE IS IMMORTAL!
Nehan,
Twelve hours have passed. The Elf army was ready to march to Rika. A sea of straight-standing Elves was waiting for their King to order.
After a few seconds, Abigail appeared on the platform, solely prepared for her. She wore all white to mourn the death of her protector. She had tied her hair unlike before. A crown made up of flowers, leaves, and branches of Ashoka tree sat atop her head. She looked majestic as never before.
"KING," A loud shout shook Mori. When Abigail appeared on the platform, every soldier, no matter what their rank, shouted to show their love for the King. They then bowed to their chest as per the custom of Elves. Abigail raised her hands, and the whole venue fell silent.
"I know many of you may not want to fight a war of extinction. Many of you have families, young children, or are newly married," Abigail spoke to the soldiers.