"Assemble!"
The Centurion's loud voice echoed outside the military camp.
Serena and her companions, who were still chatting, hurriedly stood up, picked up the weapons beside them, and quickly walked out.
The Elf unit, worthy of being an elite force, lined up in their respective positions in an orderly fashion during the assembly, silently awaiting the Centurion's orders.
"I know that some of you don't understand why we are taking action against those gray-skinned individuals.
I also understand that some of you find it hard to lay hands on your own kin, even though those individuals have committed murder."
The Centurion, dressed in elegant body-sculpting armor and holding a finely crafted cross sword, stood on a high platform and spoke loudly.
"I empathize with your feelings, but I must tell you that this conflict was instigated by those Dark Moon Elves.
