The infirmary was shrouded in silence.
"Who is coming?" Olyn was the one first to break the silence.
"Ditto," Luis responded in his mind. Was it that cursed Lord Isami? That is the only opponent that he could think of. They never left the Amber Forest nor the Immortal's Glade, so they hardly ever met other races, let alone had a conflict with them.
Xerxes was dead silent for a while until his voice sounded.
"The Dragon Lord's Spears."
Confusion was written on the faces of the majority of the moon elves. But to Luis, who knows the backstory of the hooded Blizzard Dragon in front of him thanks to his loving mate who didn't hesitate to inform him of their security, the Moon Elf Lord's face reflected seriousness. The previous smiling and light atmosphere around, and his subordinates could feel it. They remained silent, not daring to ask about the so-called Dragon Lord's Spears.
But deep inside them, they are nervous.