"Has the Black Dragon made any moves again?"
In the center of the Elf City, shrouded in an enormous barrier in the northern part of the Dark Forest, stands a palace woven from several towering green trees, where Forest Elves gather.
They sit on elegantly crafted vine chairs that still bear leaves, frowning as they discuss.
"The Black Dragon's followers have thrown the Dark Forest into chaos. Who knows how many demons have perished at the hands of those creatures... We should have driven out that Black Dragon long ago," a younger male Elf Elder spoke.
"The clash between demons and creatures is the way of nature... However, the power of the Black Dragon's followers continues to grow. Our Emerald Forest must think of a response now... While the Black Dragon does not disturb us now, it might not be the case in the future," an Elf Elder stated prudently.
