Then, Zeva practically dragged Aestrea to the war table, her fingers still lightly laced around his wrist like a cat who refused to let go of her toy.
With one sharp gesture, she scattered a few of the older scrolls off the table and slapped a fresh crystal map in place.
"Alright, serious now," she said, her playful tone still hanging in her voice, but her eyes sharpened the moment she tapped the center of the map.
A glowing blue circle pulsed near the northern frontier, which was far above Silverleaf's Academy.
"People from the Elven Kingdom have struck Silverleaf once, but now... they're about to do it again."
Aestrea's eyes instantly sharpened at her words.
"Elves, huh?"
Zeva nodded.
"More precisely, Frozen Elves, one of the five great families in the Elven Kingdom. It seems that the Elven Emperor ordered them to attack Silverleaf."
"Wait... Ice elves?"
