The chamber was lit by the soft glow of silver lanterns, casting long shadows across the weathered stone walls. Adam sat alone on a low bench at the center of the room, his crimson eyes fixed on the circle of elders and younger Dark Elves who had gathered before him.
The Elder sat at the head of the gathering, his hands resting on the gnarled wood of his staff. His yellow eyes met Adam's, calm and steady.
"We have made our decision, Adam."
Adam's voice was calm, but carried a note of curiosity. "And? What is it?"
The Elder let out a slow breath, his fingers tightening around his staff. "We are not yet ready to return to the surface. Many of our people have never seen the sky. They do not understand the world beyond these caverns. To leave now would be... reckless."
Adam's brow furrowed. "So you're staying."
