Chapter 386: A Call to Arms

**Thelma Zane’s POV** At dawn, the Elven Capital City was transformed into a fortress under martial law. The streets buzzed with activity as preparations were made for a monumental event: the gathering of mayors and emissaries from across the Elf Forest. Today, they would deliberate on a decision that could alter the course of the elven race’s future. The situation was already better than the Council of Elders had anticipated. Despite political tensions, most city-states had sent representatives, either in person or through emissaries. Their attendance alone signified a willingness to engage, even if only symbolically. As an outsider, I was barred from participating directly in the proceedings. However, the Council had arranged a concealed seat for me in a secret chamber. From there, I could observe and listen without interfering. “Are you not worried that I might overhear your secrets?” I asked the Great Elder as he showed me to the room. He offered me a warm yet solemn