THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
The three Tribal Elders knelt down at the same time. The sound was especially abrupt in the silent clearing, instantly drawing everyone's gaze.
Their once-doubtful faces were now filled with piety and awe. The previous scrutiny in their eyes was gone, replaced by a profound deference to Feng Mountain.
The three Tribal Elders were on their knees, the tassel-covered wooden staffs topped with eagle heads in their hands now placed to the side. It was as if, in that moment, these symbols of their status no longer mattered.
One of the elders looked up, his eyes trembling slightly, and spoke with a reverent voice.
"You... You truly are Khilla, the great Tribal Elf, guardian of the Spirit of All Things! Please forgive our ignorance and offense. We beg you to display your miraculous power and save our chief."
Khilla!
Hearing the elder address the outsider with this name, the surrounding tribe members' eyes went wide, their faces filled with shock.
